Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Emptiness and Xu Daoling follow different paths.

Their bloodline talents have their own characteristics.

Xu Daoling's bloodline characteristic lies in flexibility. His inherited secret techniques involve countless changes when facing an enemy, which can produce unexpected effects.

Emptiness's bloodline characteristic lies in attack and defense enhancement. His inherited secret techniques are straightforward and direct.

"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, kill this bald head!"

The disciples of the Great River Sword Sect cheered and shouted. With Zhou Qing's appearance, they seemed to have forgotten Zhao Ji's miserable fate, each one as if injected with chicken blood.

The battle on the Life and Death Arena was exceptionally fierce.

Zhou Qing's sword energy surged like a long river, crisscrossing and illuminating the surroundings with cold light!

Emptiness displayed his Vajra Body, reaching a height of ten zhang, his entire body radiating golden light, like an angry Vajra. His fists smashed towards his opponent like a torrential storm.

At the same time, his alms bowl revolved around his body, defending against Zhou Qing's sword energy attacks.

This duel lasted for a long time.

The two fought fiercely for a full half hour, covered in wounds and dripping with blood.

Emptiness's Vajra Body was lacerated beyond recognition by the sword energy, flesh flying, covered in sword wounds.

Zhou Qing didn't gain any advantage either. His body didn't know how many times it had been struck by Emptiness's fists.

His chest was sunken, there was a bloody hole in his abdomen, his shoulder blades were shattered, his hands were a bloody mess, and countless bones in his body were broken.

Now, Zhou Qing had almost lost his fighting ability.

His physical body was not as strong as Emptiness's, and his ability to withstand damage was naturally inferior.

Under the circumstances where both sides were severely injured, he was the first to be unable to hold on.

Large mouthfuls of blood poured from his mouth, and his body swayed precariously.

"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, hurry up and kill him!"

"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, you won't lose, how can you lose to the trash from the Zong Wang Academy!"

… …

The disciples of the Great River Sword Sect were furious, unable to accept this reality.

That was their sect's number one true disciple of this generation, how could he lose to someone from the Zong Wang Academy?

"Trash! What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Emptiness gasped, dragging his blood-soaked body towards Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing's lips trembled, wanting to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a torrent of bloody foam gushed out, blocking all his words in his throat.

He was unwilling, how could he lose to someone from the Zong Wang Academy!

He was the strongest true disciple of the Great River Sword Sect!

In all previous sessions, wasn't it always a crushing victory over the Zong Wang Academy?

Today, he actually lost, lost to a declining sect that had always been crushed by them and unable to raise its head!

Boom!

Emptiness punched Zhou Qing, sending him flying.

"Hahaha…" Zhou Qing struggled to get up, laughing maniacally: "You think your Zong Wang Academy can win? Dream on! Today, all three of you must die…"

"I'll let you die first!"

Emptiness rushed up, and with a puff, tore off one of Zhou Qing's arms.

Zhou Qing screamed miserably, his entire face twisted out of shape.

Immediately afterwards, Emptiness punched Zhou Qing's chest.

This punch directly pierced a bloody hole through Zhou Qing's chest, and his internal organs were shaken out.

"He Jianyun, the disciples of your Great River Sword Sect are nothing more than this!"

Emptiness lifted the dying Zhou Qing, facing the high platform of the Great River Sword Sect, his eyes filled with provocation.

The muscles on He Jianyun's face twitched, his eyes were incomparably gloomy.

The two strongest true disciples of his Great River Sword Sect had actually fallen into the hands of the disciples of the Zong Wang Academy!

Puff!

Emptiness directly twisted off Zhou Qing's head, facing He Jianyun, and just like that, twisted off Zhou Qing's head.

"He Jianyun, is this the outstanding true disciple you boasted about? Here, take it back!"

Emptiness raised Zhou Qing's bloody head, then threw it forward.

The head drew a long parabola in the air, falling straight in front of He Jianyun.

"Abominable creature!"

He Jianyun was almost about to go berserk!

Thinking that he still had eight young powerhouses on his side, a cold and sinister look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Today, none of the three from the Zong Wang Academy will leave alive!

Although the start was unfavorable, losing two disciples in a row, there were still eight!

In addition, with a trump card like Mu Qianshan in his hand, today's outcome was already destined!

"You are very arrogant and嚣张?"

Of the remaining eight young sword cultivators, the one on the far left stepped through the void towards the Life and Death Arena.

His body was erupting with sword energy, tearing the clouds in the sky, and the overbearing sword intent released was like thousands of horses galloping.

"You are just an ant!"

That sword cultivator was extremely powerful, carrying his hands behind his back, high above, looking down on Emptiness on the Life and Death Arena.

He walked step by step, stepping on the void, his speed was very slow.

The overbearing sword intent and the sky-splitting sword energy surged, and even at a distance of several hundred meters, Emptiness felt pain in his body, as if a blade was cutting his skin.

As that sword cultivator approached.

Emptiness only felt an irresistible sword intent enveloping him.

In an instant.

His breathing became heavy, his heart felt like a mountain was pressing down on it, his chest was suffocating, and the circulation of true energy was suppressed!

His heart sank, the opponent was too strong, definitely not a Star Realm martial artist, and his talent and growth would definitely not be weaker than him, at least a top-level prodigy!

"I will take your life within one move!"

That sword cultivator was extremely confident, came to the sky above the Life and Death Arena, and slowly landed.

The entire Life and Death Arena was shrouded in his sword intent!

"Junior Brother, come down."

Jun Wuxie stepped into the air and came to the Life and Death Arena.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone watching the battle lit up a bit.

"He's finally on stage."

Someone from a large force muttered to himself.

"That sword cultivator is probably not from the Great River Sword Sect."

"A true disciple of the Star Sea Realm? The Great River Sword Sect, a mid-level sect, can't cultivate such a young Star Sea Realm cultivator. He should be from the Qingtian Sword Sect. I wonder what the scene will be like when the disciple of the Military Saint faces this sword cultivator…"

"If he doesn't use his trump cards, it is estimated that it will be difficult to gain the upper hand. Although the disciple of the Military Saint is extremely talented, his realm is too low. He is currently only in the early stage of the Star Realm, with a difference of two major realms from his opponent, and the opponent also has a quasi-king level talent."

"Well, I also have this view. We didn't witness the events in the Ancient City of the Southern Region with our own eyes, and the rumors may be exaggerated. Furthermore, Jun Wuxie should have used some kind of trump card at that time, but everyone didn't see it, otherwise it would be unreasonable for him to kill a quasi-king level grandmaster, like a fantasy."

… …

On the surrounding peaks, the powerhouses of many forces were talking, expressing their views.

On the Life and Death Arena, the young sword cultivator looked at Jun Wuxie coldly, with arrogance between his eyebrows, looked him up and down, and said: "Rumor has it that you have killed a quasi-king level grandmaster? Now it seems that it is just an exaggeration. A mere Star Realm cultivator dares to come on stage to fight me, tell me, how do you want to die?"

"You are very noisy."

Jun Wuxie didn't have the mood to waste words with this kind of person. His eyes were cold, and he stepped forward.

There was no energy fluctuation, no terrible aura.

He was like an ordinary person walking forward.