Monarch Night
Chapter 45 - 11: Bad News, Establishing the Nation, The Grand Competition

Chapter 45: Chapter 11: Bad News, Establishing the Nation, The Grand Competition

Lost!

At a certain moment, almost no one spoke upon hearing this news.

Countless people were shocked by the message, not knowing what to say.

Sword against spear.

In this world, it has special significance.

It was the battle of the truly peak figures.

A sword and a spear, one ranked first in the world, the other second.

Topping the Cloud Weapon List.

In their battle, what they were actually fighting over was the position of number one in the world.

But there was another deeper reason, which was... the sword belonged to the Guardian Alliance.

And the spear belonged to the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!

For countless years, the sword had always suppressed the spear, which was also where all the confidence of the righteous martial artists on the continent came from.

But now, the sword lost a move.

This news was like the sky falling!

...

Number one on the Cloud Weapon List, Emotion Cutting Saber.

"Within the dream’s earthly dust, outside the blade cuts emotion, severing ties without carefree wander; Who suffers amid the tears in the wind, at the cloud’s peak the heartless snow caresses the flute."—Emotion Cutting Saber, Xue Fuxiao.

Number two on the Cloud Weapon List, White Bone Shattering Dream Spear!

"Lonely boat on the blood sea, White Bone Spear cuts through the bleak wind and bitter rain, ending the remnants of sunlight; Piercing the earthly dreams of thousands, shattered on the spear’s tip a fragrant petal."—Sui Meng Spear, Duan Xiyang.

...

It is said that this time, Duan Xiyang of the White Bone Spear initiated the challenge at Ziyue Peak.

Xue Fuxiao refused to accept the battle.

So Duan Xiyang suddenly took action, slaughtering three border cities within three days, killing over two million civilians!

"Xue Fuxiao, each day you do not fight, I will slaughter a city!"

Enraged, Xue Fuxiao met the challenge.

The terms of their duel were set: if Duan Xiyang won, then the Wei Wo Zheng Sect would establish its nation, and the Guardians would not interfere.

If Xue Fuxiao won, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect would lie dormant for five hundred years.

For five hundred years, they could only operate in secret, holding no sacrifices, not slaughtering civilians, and not engaging in terrorism on the continent.

This agreement left Xue Fuxiao with no way out!

...

The Wei Wo Zheng Sect had plotted to establish its nation countless times, infiltrating various countries across the continent, and had even established an army early on.

But every time, they were crushed by the Guardian Alliance.

Emotion Cutting Saber Xue Fuxiao stood high atop the Cloud Weapon List, overlooking the world and suppressing all dissenters!

Including Duan Xiyang of the White Bone Spear!

Four hundred years ago, Wei Wo Zheng Sect plotted to establish a nation, overturning the Dayong Dynasty; but the Guardian Alliance was prepared, marshalling countless experts to disintegrate their nation-building scheme.

And in turn, they established the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Continuing the fate of the Dayong Dynasty into the Great Zhao.

The three great empires, nine great dynasties of the continent, all belonged to the Guardian Alliance.

Though the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was mighty, it was never recognized as legitimate by the world.

Without the suppression of a nation’s destiny, they remained disparate—only another ruling power could fight for sovereign rule.

Without a ruling power, no matter how strong, you are just bandits!

That’s the logic.

So what Wei Wo Zheng Sect lacked was exactly this: legitimacy!

For so many years, they fought desperately for this.

Finally, this time, they found the opportunity.

Xue Fuxiao faced Duan Xiyang at Ziyue Mountain.

The two fought for a day and a night.

Xue Fuxiao was alarmed to find that Duan Xiyang was now beyond the man he had once suppressed for numerous years; his old rival’s strength had now surpassed his own!

In fact, with every encounter over the years, Xue Fuxiao felt Duan Xiyang had caught up greatly.

Each time, he made progress.

Until eighty years ago, Xue Fuxiao’s victory was very much by luck.

This was why he refused to fight: without fighting, he remained number one in the world. This way, the mountain in the hearts of the countless martial artists would not crumble!

Their faith would not collapse!

But Duan Xiyang’s relentless city slaughter left Xue Fuxiao with no choice but to fight!

And the battle, unsurprisingly,

Even though Xue Fuxiao used all his strength until the end, he still lost a move!

The White Bone Shattering Dream Spear pierced through his shoulder.

Xue Fuxiao sighed deeply, feeling the pain of the White Bone Spear piercing his body, yet it was nowhere near as painful as his heart.

Because he knew, from this day forward, the sky had fallen!

Duan Xiyang slowly withdrew the spear and said indifferently, "You’ve lost. I’ll repay the first time I spared you."

Xue Fuxiao gave a bitter smile.

"Before, it wasn’t that I didn’t kill you out of mercy, it was that I had concerns. You owe me nothing."

"Debt is debt," Duan Xiyang turned to leave. "Sooner or later, you will die by my spear because we can use methods that you cannot. And you never will!"

Xue Fuxiao, "If I acted as you do, wouldn’t I become one and the same? What then would be the point of our strife?"

Duan Xiyang’s light laughter echoed from a distance, "Fair point."

...

Xue Fuxiao’s defeat.

The world was shaken!

The first place on the Cloud Weapon List changed names.

From now on, the Cloud Weapon List, White Bone Shattering Dream Spear. Number one!

Suppressing the world!

The Fourth Day.

Under the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, thirty-six sects, along with countless organizations, across the continent, simultaneously made sacrifices to heaven, to gods.

To the Celestial Worm God!

On this day.

July 27.

Became known as the Bloody Day of the continent.

Because nineteen large cities, each with a population exceeding ten million, faced atrocious massacres!

Belonging to different countries, different dynasties.

A thousand elderly couples, a thousand middle-aged couples, a thousand young couples, a thousand pairs of boys and girls.

It was the same in every city.

Eight thousand people knelt before the hidden idol of the Celestial Worm God, their throats cut.

Letting their blood flow freely.

A river of blood spread for dozens of miles.