I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 598 Cao Youqian Suppresses the Heroes 2
Previously on I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors?...
Chapter 598 Cao Youqian Suppresses the Heroes 2
"Heaven and Man United."
Wu Ming spoke these four words with deliberate slowness, merging his existence with the world in an instant.
In this state, he appeared as the sovereign of this realm, his blade transforming into the Heavenly Dao's own sword of judgment.
The spectators watched with wide-eyed shock, and a Great Sage of the Sword Dao couldn't help but shout.
"This... This is the pinnacle of the Sword Dao; no sword in the hand, and no sword in the heart!"
"The cultivators from the Heaven Continent are truly formidable."
Watching this display, Chu Feng let a faint smile touch his lips. "By coming out this time, this Saint has encountered several fascinating young talents."
Bing Yan, seated next to him, hid her smile behind her hand and sent a message through Divine Consciousness, "Husband, that man is actually older than you are."
Chu Feng: "..."
Xiao Chen whispered to himself, "It’s a shame I couldn't face him in person."
Liu Yue'er asked in a low voice, "Brother Chen, is Senior Brother Cao truly capable of defeating Wu Ming?"
Xiao Chen chuckled. "You are underestimating Da Qian. In this place, no one of our generation is his equal, aside from myself."
As his words trailed off, Cao Youqian, suspended in the sky, spoke up, "Heaven and Man United; that is a realm I have also mastered."
Finishing his sentence, Cao Youqian shifted half a step forward. His aura vanished entirely. Though he stood right there, he gave off the impression of being at the edge of the world—visible to the eye but impossible to reach.
It felt as though Cao Youqian had fused completely with the Secret Realm itself.
Simultaneously, a bizarre transformation occurred within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
The entire dimension seemed to split right down the center.
One half fell under Wu Ming's dominion, while Cao Youqian seized control of the other.
A flicker of shock crossed Wu Ming's eyes at the sight, but he wasted no time in swinging his precious sword downward.
"Slash!"
Clang!
That blade descended like a divine execution, carrying the weight of Supreme Heavenly Might toward Cao Youqian.
"Suppress!"
Cao Youqian barked a single command, launching his fist forward.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed. A fist imbued with the World Will of the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm collided with the incoming sword.
Though the strike and the sword appeared simple, they threatened to tear the fabric of the world apart.
The moment they clashed in the heavens, the Secret Realm trembled violently, and the void began to fracture.
Quickly, the ten Saints acted in unison to stabilize the cracking Secret Realm.
After that single exchange, both figures vanished toward the horizon.
"What just happened?" a Great Sage whispered, his face pale with dread.
"Those two nearly demolished the Secret Realm just now. They were likely swallowed by spatial rifts, and their survival is uncertain," another senior Great Sage clarified.
"They are clearly only in the Nirvana Realm, yet their explosive power exceeds that of typical Great Sages. They have even brushed against the edge of the Dao. The Human Race is truly entering an era of prosperity!" a Saint remarked with emotion.
As the crowd debated, the two figures reappeared in the sky.
Following that brief clash, both looked battered.
Cao Youqian was riddled with sword Qi marks, and a deep gash marked his cheek.
Wu Ming fared even worse. Half of his body was a mangled mess of blood, and crimson droplets slid down his sword to the earth below.
Slowly lifting his blade, he said, "You are powerful. You are among the top three opponents I have ever faced. I wonder, do you still have the strength to continue?"
Cao Youqian wiped the blood from his jaw and grinned. "This is nothing. Back at the Sect, sparring with my Eldest Senior Brother makes this look like an appetizer. I could take ten more of your sword strikes, but I doubt you can handle many more of my fists."
As he spoke, Immortal Light erupted from his body once more, and his injuries seemed to vanish instantly.
Seeing this, Wu Ming closed his eyes briefly and sheathed his long sword.
"I concede this fight. However, I did not lose to your comprehension of the True Meaning of the Great Dao, but to your physical form. I never expected to find a body cultivator whose physique rivals a Supreme Sacred Artifact."
Cao Youqian cupped his hands in respect. "Your Excellency's sword arts are also magnificent. I can sense you still have a world-destroying strike held in reserve. Why stop now?"
"Because if that sword is drawn, we would likely end with one of us dead and the other crippled. This is a tournament, not a duel to the death."
Wu Ming left the truth unsaid: if he had used that strike, he would have been the one to die.
In the Great Era Struggle, a single loss is not the end. Only the one who survives to the finish can claim the Heaven's Mandate.
"There is truth in that. I hope to witness that sword of yours one day," Cao Youqian said, sounding slightly disappointed.
"You would not wish to see it."
After those final words, Wu Ming turned and retreated toward the Divine Sword Sacred Land's area.
The moment he touched down, his strength failed, and he collapsed forward.
The disciples of the Divine Sword Sacred Land rushed to his side to carry him away for healing.
Cao Youqian, still smiling, looked around and asked, "Who is next to challenge me?"
Silence was the only answer he received.
The power shown by both Yi Xi and the fallen Wu Ming had struck fear into the hearts of the other Sacred Sons and Sacred Daughters.
Yet, even such elites could not overcome Cao Youqian.
Did they really stand a chance if they stepped up now?
After a long silence, a man in black robes wearing a pale gold mask emerged from the Nine Serenities Sacred Land and ascended to the sky.
"I, Gui Ming, shall face you."
Cao Youqian glanced at the newcomer and shook his head. "You aren't an opponent who can survive a single round with me. Don't bother coming up here just to embarrass yourself."
Gui Ming flew into a rage at the insult. Without any formalities, he launched a vicious attack.
"World Extinguishing Nether Claw!"
A massive, dark claw descended from the heavens, aimed directly at Cao Youqian.
Cao Youqian responded with a simple, casual punch. In the same breath that he shattered the nether claw, he sent Gui Ming tumbling through the air.
Watching Gui Ming crash back into the Nine Serenities Sacred Land’s camp, he sighed. "Sigh... I gave you a warning, so why didn't you listen?"
???
The onlookers stared at Cao Youqian with looks of pure disbelief. This fellow was truly asking for trouble. He was clearly the one provoking everyone, yet he acted like an innocent person.
Following that, several other geniuses from various Sacred Lands challenged him, but to everyone's surprise, not one could withstand a single blow.
After finishing his run of battles, Cao Youqian shrugged and complained, "This isn't even as intense as sparring with Eldest Senior Brother at the Sect. How boring. You guys can keep playing among yourselves."
With that, he turned and walked back to the Asking the Dao Academy's side, leaving behind a crowd of Sacred Sons and Sacred Daughters whose eyes were red with fury.
Cao Youqian noted their hateful glares, and his lips curled upward. He thought to himself: This Sacred Son loves the way you all want to kill me but can't do a thing about it.
The mood within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm became incredibly tense.
Fortunately, the presence of the ten Saints prevented any immediate chaos from breaking out.
Great Sage Zhan Sheng stood up once more and announced, "Since there are no more challengers, the Ten Saints Grand Competition concludes here. This Saint declares Cao Youqian the victor. Does anyone object?"