Chapter 737: Chapter 144: A Sword Defeats Chi Guang (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)
“If these two were to cross swords, we could indeed discern something interesting.”
Haoyue Saint Son’s eyes were indifferent, unconcerned with others, not sparing them a glance, but he harbored a persistent grudge concerning the sword strike from Li Hao.
After the event, had it not been for his master’s consolation, he almost suffered a fracture in his Dao Heart.
Apart from these Saint Heirs, many elders from great powers had also come to spectate among the crowd.
Since they were not destined to witness the selections for the Holy Lands, this skirmish among the myriad dynasties became a grand occasion for the Canglan Realm.
Emperor Canghai himself came to watch the battle, seated on a cloud chariot, keeping a low profile.
“I heard from Qin Shuang that Qingfeng has joined the Flower Travel Association. Thanks to Qin Shuang connecting the dots, the child has become a butterfly of the association, which is quite an achievement.”
Emperor Canghai said to the magnificently beautiful woman beside him with a gentle laugh, his aged palm tenderly caressing her creamy white, jade-like hand.
This beautiful woman was one of his most favored consorts, her daughter was Gui Qingshuang, honored through her child.
“Qin Shuang is also serving Your Majesty, that child was thinking of you yesterday, remarking that the March camellias have bloomed, she wanted to bring some to you.”
The finely dressed woman spoke gently with a warm smile.
Emperor Canghai nodded slightly, “It has been a long while since I’ve seen the child, let her visit me when she has the time.”
The magnificently beautiful woman smiled faintly, and soon turned her gaze to the arena, asking, “If Chi Guang Tributor were to clash with Qingfeng Tributor, it would surely be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers. I hope they don’t harbor grudges for this.”
Emperor Canghai gazed at the arena, a trace of concern in his eyes.
As more and more people gathered, the top ten battle had officially begun.
After announcing the rules, random pairings took place, and under the witness of ten Semi-Saints sent by the respective dynasties, this contest of geniuses commenced.
The scene was magnificent, while Li Hao, seated in the waiting area, remained as serene as still water, feeling an odd tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.
For him, this battle was merely a formality—inconsequential whether he ranked high or low. What mattered was the upcoming clash with the Three Great Sacred Lands, contending for the Canglan Realm’s qualification to battle, which was of utmost importance. Now was merely a warm-up.
Soon, the results for Li Hao’s first opponent were out.
Li Hao looked and, to his surprise, it was the cloud-dressed woman he had encountered in the Emperor Hall, her name was Su Yun.
Su Yun also noticed that her first opponent was Li Hao, her expression subtly changing. She remembered vividly how Li Hao had been awarded the incense fire of ten cities in the Emperor Hall. Observing him thereafter, she realized his Sword Dao had reached the level of Entering Dao, and she knew she was no match for him.
As the other battles concluded, Li Hao and Su Yun were set to face off in the third match.
On the arena, Su Yun gazed at the approaching Li Hao and said, “I’ve heard your Sword Dao has reached Entering Dao, but I wish to experience it myself.”
“Sure.” Li Hao nodded.
Su Yun’s eyes turned solemn, and as soon as the Array formed, she immediately unleashed the Four Extremes Realm, then suddenly swept her sleeve forward.
Her sleeve, like a whip, was some kind of treasure, and cloud shadows fluttered out from within, manifesting some sort of Divine Skill.
Li Hao felt as if the entire stage had turned into a cloud mist, which carried a corrosive power seemingly intent on eroding his body.
However, his physique had been cultivated to the Final Realm, an ultimate among ultimates, and the cloud mist was halted at his skin, unable to inflict a single wound.
Seeing her Divine Skill neutralized, Su Yun’s pupils contracted slightly. She could sense that when her Divine Skill impacted Li Hao’s flesh, it was like being cast upon a piece of Vajra divine stone, utterly immovable.
“How is this possible?”
Su Yun was slightly stunned; she had never before encountered such inefficacy of her trump card Divine Skill.
Li Hao didn’t delay, raising his hand to gather a wisp of cloud mist, which, infused with the Power of Primordial Spirit, formed into cloud-mist Sword Qi, and he casually slashed it out.
The most gentle Sword Dao, with the cloud as its path, pierced through Su Yun’s Dao Domain in an instant, skimming past the hair by her ears, severing dozens of blue strands lightly falling upon her shoulders.
Su Yun was dumbfounded. Although her Dao Domain had not extended to its limit, it hadn’t played any role in defense. Li Hao’s Sword Qi had transcended the suppression of laws within her Dao Domain.
Unless her Dao Domain was vast, it could not withstand him.
Su Yun’s complexion shifted, a struggle evident in her eyes, but she ultimately resigned and said softly, “I’ve lost.”
She had anticipated her defeat, but she hadn’t expected it to be so effortless.
Li Hao slightly bowed, then turned and left the platform, as if he had merely strolled upon it.
The burgeoning cheers from below the stage had barely ignited when the battle ended. Many were astonished and shocked; Su Yun’s previous battles had been incredibly intense. Her cloud mist Divine Skill had made opponents feel utterly confounded and beleaguered, yet in front of Li Hao, it seemed her Divine Skill had not even managed to take effect before she was defeated.
“Qingfeng’s swordsmanship is so strong!”
“I noticed him during the battle of ten thousand; all of his fights seem to be resolved with a flicker of Sword Qi.”
“Such terrifying Sword Dao, could he be from the Sword Ancestor Holy Land?”
“How could that be, although all from the Sword Ancestor Holy Land wield swords, not everyone who wields a sword hails from there. I also wield a sword, does that mean I’m from there too?”
“Forget about it, your Sword Dao isn’t up to their standard.”
“Your mom…”
The crowd buzzed with discussion, while a few on the scene, like Li Qingyi and others, watched with grave expressions.
Although Li Hao had again resolved the battle with his Sword Dao, he hadn’t been forced to use his Sword Dao moves, signalling that he still had much strength to spare. Moreover, they noticed something else—Su Yun’s cloud mist Divine Skill seemed to have a significant effect on the flesh, but Li Hao withstood it, indicating an exceptional strength of his physical body.