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Then, a young man appeared, his aura awe-inspiring, his Battle Intent soaring, standing like a divine sword.

“I am Ling Xiao, the First Saint of Haoran Holy Land!”

“I have come to participate in the Sword Tournament of Various Sects in the Eastern Wang Dao Domain, firstly to win first place in the tournament, and secondly to avenge my Junior Brother, Jun Tianye!”

“If Quasi-Saint Child Chu Mo of Taichu Holy Land appears, I will slay him on the arena!”

He spoke loudly, his voice vast, spreading like rolling thunder throughout the entire Holy City.

As his voice echoed.

The entire Holy City suddenly fell silent.

But then.

A huge clamor suddenly erupted, like cold water poured into hot oil, stirring up a violent commotion.

“This, this…”

“What did he say?”

“He actually boasted that he would take first place, and even wants to slay Quasi-Saint Child Chu Mo of Taichu Holy Land on the arena!”

“What arrogance, and what courage!”

Many people widened their eyes, their faces filled with shock.

No one expected that Ling Xiao, the First Saint of Haoran Holy Land, would make such a bold claim in public, speaking such words.

After all.

Once these words were spoken.

It meant that a life-and-death battle was inevitable between Ling Xiao and Chu Mo, two Prodigies; otherwise, if either side retreated, they would be ridiculed by tens of thousands.

Therefore.

Amidst the shock, some found him to be incredibly bold and unstoppable, possessing true character.

Others were unimpressed.

They believed that by actively provoking Chu Mo, he was simply seeking his own death.

Although Chu Mo had risen in a short time, his achievements were exceptionally brilliant, without a single defeat.

Though Ling Xiao was strong, his chances of slaying Chu Mo were still slim.

Instead, given Chu Mo’s rising speed, if Chu Mo did not die this time, Ling Xiao might eventually die by his hand in the future.

Ling Xiao naturally heard the discussions below.

But he did not care.

As a Prodigy, and having subdued a flawless sacred weapon in Ten Thousand Sword Valley, his arrogance remained, and he disdained arguing with these ordinary Martial Artists.

“The outcome will prove who will have the last laugh!”

Thinking this, he directly entered the carriage, and then the war chariot transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the distance.

With the arrival of Ling Xiao, the Saint of Haoran Holy Land.

Subsequently, many other major powers arrived one after another.

In the sky, the rumbling sound of wind and thunder occasionally resounded, and then one could see luxurious ancient war chariots or ancient warships crushing through.

Moreover, the cries of various exotic beasts echoed, one after another, continuously, never ceasing.

Powerful young Prodigies, Legacy holders, or Disciples of old monsters appeared one after another, accompanied by the strong individuals from their clans or affiliated forces.

A vast aura permeated this expanse of sky, and immeasurable Dao essence sprinkled down.

Such a scene.

Shocked countless Martial Artists.

Many people witnessed such a grand event for the first time, and they were all deeply shocked, and even the older generation, who had experienced several or even more than ten Sword Tournaments of Various Sects, were filled with emotion.

Discussions echoed throughout the city.

And at this moment.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the distant sky, like vast thunder and surging rivers, sweeping towards them.

Countless people instinctively looked up.

They clearly saw a massive ancient warship tearing through the Void Realm, traversing the Void Realm, and descending here.

On the ancient warship, banners fluttered in the wind, and numerous dazzling divine lights soared; countless gold-armored knights guarded both sides of the warship, their aura vast, their Killing Intent abundant, like ancient killing gods who had just emerged from Hell.

“This is… Taichu Holy Land!”

“It’s the Sun-Blazing Warship of Taichu Holy Land arriving!”

“It seems that the important figures and several Quasi-Saints of Taichu Holy Land are about to arrive!”

Seeing this scene.

Many Martial Artists exclaimed, their eyes showing joy and excitement.

Taichu Holy Land.

As the hegemonic power of the Eastern Wang Dao Domain, with a Legacy spanning countless years, it was a pillar of the domain in the hearts of many Martial Artists.

Whenever a Disciple or Elder of Taichu Holy Land appeared, a sense of reverence would instinctively arise in their hearts.

This Sword Tournament of Various Sects in the Eastern Wang Dao Domain.

Many Martial Artists gathered here.

On the one hand, it was to witness such a grand event, but on the other hand, it was also for Taichu Holy Land.

In fact.

If Taichu Holy Land were not participating, this Sword Tournament of Various Sects would certainly not have such a grand momentum.

Boom!

The ancient warship quickly descended, coming to a halt in mid-air.

At this moment.

Everyone saw figures standing on the deck.

“It’s Elder Qu Wuyi of Taichu Holy Land!”

“And Gu Ruochen!”

“Chu Mo, Quasi-Saint Child Chu Mo has also arrived!”

“My goodness, this time Taichu Holy Land has actually dispatched four Quasi-Saints, and even Elder Qu Wuyi, the Duzhen Hall Master, is personally leading the team!”

“This formation is truly terrifying!”

Many people were surprised and shocked, discussing animatedly.

And just as everyone was still discussing.

Boom!

Suddenly, a brilliant divine light flew from the distance, carrying vast power, like a sky pressing down, shooting towards the ancient warship.

“How dare you!”

“Who is it!”

“Stop at once!”

Seeing this divine light, an Elder of Taichu Holy Land on the warship immediately became furious.

The armored guards on both sides, one by one, surged their inner Qi and blood, their entire bodies rising with power, ready to unleash a blazing strike at any moment to slay the arrogant fool who dared to ram the Taichu Holy Land warship.

However.

The divine light suddenly stopped when it was still dozens of miles away from the ancient warship.

Then.

Two figures appeared.

One had a majestic appearance, clad in golden armor, with a dignified demeanor; behind him, the Void Realm twisted, faintly revealing a vast scene of gods and demons clashing, and a terrifying aura spread, like a peerless deity.

His body glowed with brilliant divine light, and his eyes were incredibly ancient, showcasing his extraordinary strength and long years.

The other person was young in appearance but exceptionally valiant.

Mysterious runes flickered between his eyebrows, revealing an ancient and mysterious aura.

After the two arrived in mid-air.

The young Martial Artist glanced at the ancient warship of Taichu Holy Land, and finally fixed his gaze on one of the figures, sneering, “It is rumored that a remarkably talented Prodigy has recently appeared in Taichu Holy Land, who has never suffered a defeat since his rise. I thought he was truly extraordinary!”

“Unexpectedly, upon seeing him today, I find he is merely a Martial Artist who hasn’t even stepped into the Creation Realm. What a joke!”

His voice was not loud, in fact, it was quite soft.

But when it fell.

The entire scene instantly fell into an eerie silence.