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Chapter 739: Chapter 739: The Genius Emperor Xuan Sha

It was hard to see any formidable traits in this small furball, but countless female cultivators' eyes lit up, wishing they could hold the ancestral divine beast in their arms and cuddle it, as its appearance was simply too adorable.

Staring at the ancestral divine beast, Ye Qingcheng confirmed its authenticity. With a wave of his hand, eleven immortal steles suddenly fell onto the Black Sea. Supported by some magical force, the steles did not sink into the water.

"Gentlemen, how about letting me guard the immortal steles and the ancestral divine beast? The final victor will claim them," Tian Xiaozi suggested with a smile.

"No need!" Ye Qingcheng shook his head.

With a wave of his hand, he produced a floating island and placed it on the Black Sea. He placed the immortal steles on it and pushed it to a distant corner.

The floating island, Ye Qingcheng, and Zhongshan formed a triangular arrangement. Clearly, this was a neutral platform. Ye Qingcheng did not trust Tian Xiaozi.

Being refused, Tian Xiaozi touched his nose, maintaining his smile, but a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Zhongshan confirmed the floating island was safe. With a wave of his hand, the ancestral divine beast 'whooshed' onto the floating island.

The ancestral divine beast was very intelligent, and its speed was astonishing, causing even some celestial realm experts to furrow their brows.

"Alright, let's begin!" Ye Qingcheng declared solemnly.

With Ye Qingcheng's word, the duel officially began.

Tian Xiaozi's figure flickered as he exited the Black Sea, leaving only the parties of Zhongshan and Ye Qingcheng on the Black Sea. The true battle was about to commence.

Everyone held their breath.

"For the first of three battles, Ye Qingcheng, you may start," Zhongshan said with a smile.

Ye Qingcheng nodded, and a man in red, holding a sword, stepped forward from behind him. Ye Qingcheng retreated slightly with another person.

Zhongshan looked at Emperor Xuan Sha, who nodded in return. Zhongshan's dragon throne moved backward.

In the center of the Black Sea, only two people remained: Emperor Xuan Sha and the man in red with a sword.

"That's Hong Jian Daojun from the Dao Le Realm. His swordsmanship is unparalleled, with few rivals in the underworld. For two thousand years, it's said only Ye Qingcheng could surpass him in swordsmanship. He's extremely powerful!" an experienced onlooker shouted.

"This white-robed man is in for a tough fight!"

"A tough fight? That unknown white-robed man can't possibly be a match for Hong Jian Daojun!"

"I've heard Hong Jian Daojun is extremely ruthless. I wonder how the white-robed man will die?"

"The white-robed man is doomed!"

Emperor Xuan Sha looked at Hong Jian Daojun and smiled faintly, showing no fear. He had once torn apart celestial beings with his bare hands; why would he fear Hong Jian Daojun?

The only one here who could make Emperor Xuan Sha cautious was Ye Qingcheng, and that was because of the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand.

However, Zhongshan had discussed this with Emperor Xuan Sha before coming. Winning or losing was not important; what mattered was time. Emperor Xuan Sha's task was merely to buy time.

Emperor Xuan Sha disdained such things but didn't feel it was beneath him. After all, these people weren't worth his concern. It was just a game.

"I am Hong Jian, Daojun. Who might you be?" Hong Jian Daojun asked.

"You're not worthy of knowing," Emperor Xuan Sha responded with a faint smile.

A flash of anger crossed Hong Jian Daojun's eyes. Many of the surrounding strongmen were also slightly taken aback. This white-robed man was too arrogant. Didn't he know who Hong Jian Daojun was?

In the distance, Ye Qingcheng frowned, staring at Emperor Xuan Sha, deep in thought.

On the shore, Tian Xiaozi watched the people on the Black Sea with cold eyes, a flicker of cold light flashing in his gaze.

"I'm not worthy of knowing? Hmph, the soon-to-be-dead don't need to know!" Hong Jian Daojun retorted coldly.

Drawing the large sword from his back, Hong Jian Daojun's figure disappeared in a blur, reappearing high in the sky. With a slash, boundless sword energy filled the air, rushing into the sword. The scene of ten thousand swords converging was immensely powerful, like a flood.

"The Great Hong Sword Technique?" someone in the crowd quickly recognized it.

The powerful force caused the surrounding space to tremble. Many strongmen around the Black Sea retreated.

A cold smile appeared on Hong Jian Daojun's lips. The Great Hong Sword Technique was known for its explosive power. A single strike left no room for escape, forcing the opponent to resist with all their might. The buildup of power had surpassed everything, unstoppable and invincible.

As the enormous three-thousand-zhang sword slashed towards Emperor Xuan Sha, it was too fast to avoid. Just as the sword energy was about to strike, Emperor Xuan Sha smiled faintly and strangely grabbed the hem of his robe. It was a peculiar scene; despite the instant it took, everyone saw Emperor Xuan Sha unhurriedly lift the cumbersome hem and gently step aside, evading the Great Hong Sword.

This scene was incredibly bizarre. That moment seemed to defy time, appearing both slow and fast. The speed of Hong Jian Daojun's strike was unparalleled, yet Emperor Xuan Sha's movement seemed leisurely, as if bending time itself, avoiding the sword effortlessly. How was that possible?

Many strongmen rubbed their eyes, feeling they must have seen wrong.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The Great Hong Sword plunged into the Black Sea without touching Emperor Xuan Sha.

Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng's eyebrows rose in surprise. Although Hong Jian Daojun hadn't used his full strength, the white-robed man's speed was astonishing, leaving afterimages and creating a visual illusion.

"Your sword is ordinary, your technique is ordinary, and you are ordinary," Emperor Xuan Sha commented, shaking his head.

"Scoundrel!" Hong Jian Daojun roared in anger, slashing again at Emperor Xuan Sha.

Emperor Xuan Sha soared into the air, with Hong Jian Daojun following closely. Emperor Xuan Sha did not counterattack, allowing Hong Jian Daojun to slash repeatedly. The powerful space trembled with each strike, causing the numerous strongmen below to retreat again and again.

Hong Jian Daojun was formidable, as evidenced by his every move. Yet the white-robed man's strength also rose in the eyes of the onlookers. At this point, no one doubted Emperor Xuan Sha's abilities.

The battle lasted a full day and night. During this time, Hong Jian Daojun exhausted all his skills, but he still couldn't harm Emperor Xuan Sha.

"The eighth form of the Great Hong Sword Technique, Void Split!" Hong Jian Daojun roared.

The Great Hong Sword shot towards the sky, aiming at Emperor Xuan Sha. Instantly, eight massive spatial rifts appeared. This strike tore through space, with eight rifts from different directions locking onto and tearing towards Emperor Xuan Sha.

Seeing the spatial rifts closing in, the crowd gasped, unsure if even Emperor Xuan Sha could escape this.

"Shattering the void? That white-robed man is doomed now!" an onlooker exclaimed.

High in the sky, Emperor Xuan Sha coldly watched the eight spatial rifts. With a cold smile, he used his hand as a blade and slashed eight times, creating eight spatial rifts from his hand that met Hong Jian Daojun's rifts head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Eight resounding explosions occurred as the spatial rifts collided, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently. Emperor Xuan Sha had neutralized Hong Jian Daojun's attack.

Hong Jian Daojun stared in shock at Emperor Xuan Sha. Cutting through space with his bare hands? What kind of monster was this?

The scene fell into a stalemate.

Everyone had already realized that this white-robed man was hiding his true strength. He was extremely capable. Hong Jian Daojun was in trouble; it would be impressive if he could even avoid defeat.

Ye Qingcheng, seeing Emperor Xuan Sha's move, narrowed his eyes. He knew that the strength Emperor Xuan Sha just displayed was something he could do himself, and he was well aware that Hong Jian Daojun was no match for Emperor Xuan Sha. But Ye Qingcheng did not recall Hong Jian Daojun because he wanted to test Emperor Xuan Sha's limits.

The countless onlookers had long stopped discussing, holding their breath as they watched. The fight was too exciting!

Hong Jian Daojun looked at Emperor Xuan Sha with a serious expression, unsure of what to do next. Meanwhile, Emperor Xuan Sha smiled faintly and said, "Since you've already given your best, it's my turn to strike back!"

As he spoke, Emperor Xuan Sha flipped his hand, producing a copper hammer.

Seeing the copper hammer, nearly everyone was stunned. Was this his weapon?

No, it wasn't his weapon. Emperor Xuan Sha threw the copper hammer into a blaze that suddenly appeared in his palm. The hammer quickly melted, and under Emperor Xuan Sha's control, it began to take the shape of a long sword.

This scene left everyone astonished.

"What is he doing?"

"Forging a sword!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Forging a sword in the middle of a battle? Was he crazy? Only when the sword was finally shaped did they understand.

"The Great Hong Sword? Is that white-robed man forging a Great Hong Sword identical to Hong Jian Daojun's?" someone exclaimed.

Indeed, in no time, Emperor Xuan Sha held a sword identical to Hong Jian Daojun's.

"Watch this!" Emperor Xuan Sha said with a smile.

With that, he slashed with the newly forged sword, creating a rift in the air that tore towards Hong Jian Daojun.

Seeing Emperor Xuan Sha's swordsmanship, Ye Qingcheng's pupils contracted. Hong Jian Daojun's pupils also shrank, and below, Tian Xiaozi's eyes widened. Many distinguished figures who had been watching from a distance suddenly stood up.

"The Great Hong Sword Technique? That white-robed man is using the Great Hong Sword Technique?"

"How can that be? The Great Hong Sword Technique was created by Hong Jian Daojun!"

"Did he steal Hong Jian Daojun's sword technique?"

"Steal?"

People were once again shocked by Emperor Xuan Sha's strength.

The most shocked of all was Hong Jian Daojun. He realized with horror that the white-robed man before him was not only proficient in the Great Hong Sword Technique but seemed even more skilled than he was.

How could this be? This was his own creation, yet after just a day of observation and seeing him use it once, the white-robed man had mastered it to such an extent? It seemed impossible.

"No, it's impossible!" Hong Jian Daojun shouted, unable to accept the reality. He prided himself as a genius, having created the Great Hong Sword Technique. Throughout history, those who could create such extraordinary sword techniques were all exceptionally talented. The Great Hong Sword Technique had 3,600 forms, incredibly complex. Others would need at least half a year to grasp even the basics. He was a sword genius, unrivaled in swordsmanship except by Ye Qingcheng.

But Emperor Xuan Sha's single slash shattered Hong Jian Daojun's confidence. How could this be? He had only seen the technique once, yet he had grasped its essence? Using a newly forged sword, he reached a level Hong Jian Daojun himself hadn't achieved?

A genius? Was he even more of a genius than himself? No, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be!