Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 804: Fortunes Favor

Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Fortunes Favor

Aside from the other advantages,

the most important thing was that the Imperial Palace Array would provide Jian Wuji with a ceaseless supply of True Essence, almost as if it were endless.

Ling Xiao actually agreed to fight here—wasn’t that seeking death?

However, they didn’t know that Ling Xiao had long seen through the mysterious intricacies of the array formation. He had known the problem and yet hadn’t suggested leaving because he was confident enough to behead Jian Wuji.

At this moment, many onlookers regretted why they let Jian Wuji seize the initiative.

Ling Xiao was so foolish; he didn’t understand the saying about the importance of time and place, thinking that fighting anywhere would be the same. Little did he know that today’s banquet was specifically targeted at him.

Mo Wu Shang sighed and said, "What a pity, if I made a move, I could have utilized the array formation here, letting Mo Yan manifest greater power and effortlessly capture Ling Xiao."

"Indeed, Ling Xiao doesn’t understand the situation here and rashly accepted the invitation. He didn’t even consider why he was the last to arrive—what a fool!"

"But why does the Sacred Emperor want to deal with Ling Xiao? It doesn’t seem like Ling Xiao poses any threat to the Sacred Emperor, right?"

These words had already turned into a whispered conversation, considering they touched upon some secrets.

"It’s said to be because Ling Xiao resembles Yu Xuan Yue a lot, and Yu Xuan Yue was Ji Fulin’s wife, so the Sacred Emperor suspects that Ling Xiao is related to Ji Fulin."

"What are you joking about? Back in the day, Ji Fulin abdicated the throne in favor of the Sacred Emperor. Let alone Ling Xiao coming from a beggar’s background—even if he truly were Ji Fulin’s son, the Sacred Emperor should be taking care of him. Why target him instead?"

"What you don’t understand is that the Sacred Emperor also had feelings for Yu Xuan Yue. Unfortunately, Yu Xuan Yue only had love for Ji Fulin. That was quite the story back then."

"How do you know this?"

"I heard it from the elders in my sect. It just means that Ling Xiao is unlucky for resembling Yu Xuan Yue so closely."

"Complicated!"

All these discussions were being conducted through whispering, so Ling Xiao, who was facing Jian Wuji, was unaware and had resumed his calm demeanor.

Jian Wuji was also looking at Ling Xiao, a mocking sneer forming on his lips, "Ling Xiao, I know you’re stronger than me, but do you know why I still dare to challenge you?"

"I don’t know."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said, "And I don’t want to know."

"Don’t want to know? Heh, probably because you think I won’t tell. Rest assured, this time I’ll make sure you understand as you die!"

Jian Wuji explained the relationship between the Imperial Palace Array and his puppet body, then continued, "If you only think that’s all, then you’d be gravely mistaken. Before coming to the Holy City, you must have heard of the Nine Tripod Fortune, right?"

"What does that have to do with the Nine Cauldrons?"

Ling Xiao was genuinely perplexed.

"What does it have to do with them?"

Jian Wuji sneered coldly, suddenly releasing a strong aura. Then, behind him, not only did the Sword King’s Martial Soul appear, but three giant bronze cauldron phantoms also emerged.

"Let me tell you the truth. Every period, only twenty of the Heavenly Prides can obtain the fortune of the Nine Cauldrons. I was ranked sixth in the previous period, one of the Six Young Masters, hence I obtained the fortune of three cauldrons. It’s just unfortunate that the rules of the Martial Arts Festival prohibit using the Nine Tripods Fortune before the Heavenly Pride battles; otherwise, I wouldn’t have lost to you today."

"So that’s how it is. No wonder the Sacred Emperor places so much importance on the Twenty Heavenly Prides. It seems these Heavenly Prides not only represent strength but also embody the future."

Ling Xiao nodded and said, "I understand now. This fortune can be stolen from one another, right?"

"Correct. Whoever reveals their Nine Tripod Fortune, once they lose in combat, the fortune will transfer to the victor. You will see it in the Heavenly Pride battle the day after tomorrow."

Jian Wuji said with a smile.

"There’s no need to wait until the day after tomorrow. Tonight, I want to see precisely what this Nine Tripod Fortune represents."

Ling Xiao spoke indifferently.

"Utterly arrogant, haven’t you understood after all I’ve said?"

Jian Wuji continued, "Your fight with me is without any chance of victory because fortune is on my side. So I have only one demand of you, cripple your lower body, just like me, then apologize to me, and swear that you will never covet the position of the Holy Son. Only then will I spare your life."

"Spare my life? Haha, at first, I felt a bit reluctant to kill you, now crippled, but I’ve come to realize I’m just too kind."

Ling Xiao’s intent to kill was now fully set.

Jian Wuji must die.

"Hmph, not killing you is already my mercy. Since you refuse to submit, you can’t blame me!"

With those words, Jian Wuji swung his longsword, and immediately several sword winds broke through the air. The two were only a few inches apart, and the fierce sword winds bombarded Ling Xiao in an instant.

"Let’s see you not die now!"

Of course, Jian Wuji did not expect this sword wind to kill Ling Xiao, so he immediately followed with another stab, not planning to give Ling Xiao any chance to counterattack.

"Kill me? You’re really not qualified!"

Suddenly, amidst the violent sword winds, a calm voice emerged.

A strong murderous aura erupted from Ling Xiao’s body, filling the entire Imperial Palace hall.

Boom!

The sword wind scattered, and Jian Wuji was actually repelled.

Ling Xiao walked out from the midst of the sword winds, slowly approaching Jian Wuji, resembling an undefeated demon god on the battlefield, sending shivers through everyone.

At that moment, Ji Mingkong actually experienced a brief moment of daze.

The others were also astonished.

Just now, Ling Xiao seemed like an ordinary person, with nothing noteworthy about him, but in that instant, Ling Xiao was like the sword wind that could destroy everything—

Sharp and terrifying!

With every step Ling Xiao took, it felt like a massive weight smashed into the chests of everyone present, causing everyone besides the Sacred Emperor to reel with shock.

"Fortune is only effective for the strong. For the weak, it’s just a burden, like possessions on a common man!"

Ling Xiao kept walking, casually speaking.

"What! How can he be so strong!"

Jian Wuji had already overestimated Ling Xiao. He believed that by doubling his strength, even if he couldn’t defeat Ling Xiao, he wouldn’t end up as tragically as he did during the day.

But now, he actually felt an urge to flee in panic.

The opponent hadn’t even made a move yet!

"Die!"

With a roar, Jian Wuji tried to use his shout to lessen his fear, his treasured sword stabbing out again, releasing a sword qi that was thicker than during the day, tearing through space, as if one could hear the pitiful screams of the elements.

His target was Ling Xiao.

However, Ling Xiao simply continued to walk forward, not even showing the intent to act.

His body was forming black-gold dragon scales, enveloping his entire figure.

Maybe after such a long time, many had forgotten that his defenses were no less than those of the Dragon Clan.