Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 779 - 780: The Battle Begins

Chapter 779: Chapter 780: The Battle Begins

The Black Radiance Stone, Azure Phoenix Blood, Heavenly Fruit.

Every martial artist present knew the value of these three treasures.

Whoever could obtain them would soar to the heavens in one step, even without the legacy of Yun Yu Celestial Palace.

Although the legacy of Yun Yu Celestial Palace is desirable, it still lies in uncertainty for now.

But these three treasures are here for the taking, right before our eyes.

Almost instantly, over a dozen martial artists made their move, their figures shifting as they stepped onto the rainbow staircase and rushed upwards.

"A bunch of ants dare to compete with me for these treasures?"

Suddenly, a cold snort exploded out.

Beside them, Saint Lord Huang of Ancient Desolate Sect roared.

Countless disciples of Ancient Desolate Sect made their move, numerous martial arts techniques bombarding the rainbow staircase.

The dozens of martial artists who had rushed in were, in the blink of an eye, shattered under the barrage of martial arts, each one blasted to death on the spot.

"Damn it!"

"Those people from Ancient Desolate Sect!"

Other martial artists, who hadn’t been affected by the attacks, felt a chill in their hearts—the disciples of Ancient Desolate Sect were too ruthless.

No quarter given, a single strike meant death.

But this domineering approach was indeed characteristic of the seven major sects.

"Whoever dares to compete with me for these will die!"

Saint Lord Huang looked around at the other martial artists and snorted coldly, his body suddenly moving towards the rainbow staircase.

"Oh? Saint Lord Huang, others may fear you, but I certainly do not!"

Just as Saint Lord Huang finished speaking, another figure suddenly emerged.

This figure was a disciple from Medicine King Valley, one of the seven major sects, named Hai San.

He moved towards the rainbow staircase almost at the same time.

"Hai San?"

Seeing Hai San appear, Saint Lord Huang sneered.

"Do you think you are worthy to compete with me?"

"Why shouldn’t I be? Everyone has a fair chance at Yun Yu Celestial Palace’s treasure; it’s not something only your Ancient Desolate Sect can have!"

Another voice rang out.

A female silhouette suddenly rushed forward.

It was Xing Yun of the Tian Shu Hall.

She also stepped forward, her speed not a bit slower than Hai San or Saint Lord Huang.

While disciples of other sects might be intimidated by Saint Lord Huang to some extent,

That wasn’t necessarily the case for disciples of the seven major sects, evident by the fact that Hai San and Xing Yun did not care about Saint Lord Huang’s threats.

"Xing Yun, you also wish to be my enemy?"

Saint Lord Huang sneered repeatedly.

"Unexpectedly, after the two wastes, Sword Ancestor Huang and War God Lu, died, you lot have come out to oppose me."

"An enemy? In the race for Yun Yu Celestial Palace’s treasure, everyone relies on their own ability. There’s no need for empty threats, Saint Lord Huang."

Another figure emerged from the group of disciples from Gai Yue Gorge.

It was their leader, Gu Bai.

The powerful representatives of the seven major sects had now all stepped forward.

"Rely on one’s own ability, very well. I am merely kindly reminding you all. If you wish to compete, so be it; but do not blame me for being ruthless when the time comes!"

Saint Lord Huang swept a glance over the crowd and snorted coldly.

He didn’t waste any more words, his body moved, and he suddenly rushed toward the rainbow staircase.

The other, Gu Bai, Xing Yun, and Hai San from Medicine King Valley followed suit without showing any weakness; their figures moved, all chasing after him.

It seemed these three treasures had become the subject of a struggle among these four.

The rest of the martial artists stood below, their eyes filled with unwillingness, yet no one took the initiative to act.

Most of the martial artists present had no chance to contend with these four, especially since they represented seven major sects.

At this time, anyone daring to compete with them was making enemies of the seven major sects.

In the Nine Domains, those who dared to oppose the seven major sects were simply seeking their own death.

Just as everyone believed that these three treasures would definitely fall into the hands of these four,

Another figure burst forth from the crowd.

The War Dragon chariot roared, its speed reaching the extreme, like a beam of light it directly stepped onto the rainbow staircase.

"Who is it?"

"Someone dares to make a move?"

"Who is that?"

Countless gazes suddenly turned.

This figure was, of course, Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli. The two of them were seated in the War Dragon chariot, controlling the chariot, and heading straight for the rainbow staircase.

Chu Fengmian was determined to obtain these three treasures, how could he just let others take them.

"A Life and Death realm fifth level youngster?"

"What’s this kid rushing up there for? Seeking death?"

When many people saw Chu Fengmian, a face unfamiliar to them, many faces revealed a hint of mockery.

With such strength, daring to compete with these four was simply suicidal, seeking their own death.

"Hm?"

Even Saint Lord Huang and the others turned their heads, saw Chu Fengmian, and each of them was somewhat surprised, their gaze icy cold.

"A Life and Death realm fifth-level youngster also dares to compete with us, seeking death?"

Gu Bai from Gai Yue Valley directly shouted coldly and suddenly condensed Spiritual Power, launching a palm strike toward Chu Fengmian.

The palm strike burst forth, and the surrounding light seemed to be devoured, a vast darkness swept over, plunging Chu Fengmian directly into the darkness.

This palm strike put Chu Fengmian into utter darkness, as if he would be trapped there forever, unable to escape.

Chu Fengmian, seated in the War Dragon chariot, faced the incoming palm strike motionless, letting it hit him.

Just when the endless darkness was about to envelop Chu Fengmian’s body, the War Dragon chariot beneath him roared suddenly.

Eight ancient war dragons let out cries simultaneously.

The darkness around was instantly dispersed, and Chu Fengmian remained uninjured, even the War Dragon chariot below him continued onward without pause, rushing toward the rainbow staircase, now closing in on them.

"What kind of Spiritual Artifact is this? A chariot? The Heavenly Demon chariot from the Nine Demons City? How did this Heavenly Demon chariot come into your hands, and why has it transformed into this appearance?"

Gu Bai looked at Chu Fengmian in shock.

His attack was easily broken by this chariot, something only the Heavenly Demon chariot from the Nine Demons City could achieve.

But now Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon chariot beneath him had a power utterly different from the original War Dragon chariot, making him not recognize it for a moment.

"So what if you obtained the Heavenly Demon chariot? You think relying on a single Spiritual Artifact you can contend with us?"

Gu Bai shouted, striking again, endless Spiritual Power in his palm instantly turned into a black crescent moon, descending swiftly, blasting toward Chu Fengmian.

"Break for me!"

Suddenly, Chu Fengmian stood up from the War Dragon chariot, and with a single step, he burst forth.

His right hand instantly transformed into the War Dragon’s Claw, and with a strike, the black crescent moon shattered directly, forcing Gu Bai to retreat repeatedly, his body’s Spiritual Power completely collapsing.