792: Chapter 793 The Little Sword Emperor's Challenge

"The winner, Demon Son Xue Lu!"

The voice of the rules rang out indifferently, announcing the result.

Demon Son Xue Lu stood tall in the center of the high platform, his robes stained with blood and his hair disheveled. His crimson eyes swept across the field with the arrogance and wildness of a victor.

Then, his gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on the tall figure in green robes.

Without any concealment, his sharpness was bone-piercing.

The entire field fell silent instantly, and countless gazes followed his look, locking onto Li Xuanfeng together.

The surrounding prodigies had varying expressions, their thoughts shifting secretly.

Back outside the Ancient God Burial Plain, Li Xuanfeng had swept away both Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu with a single sword strike, and later forcefully defeated the Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou.

This person's rise was too terrifying; both his sword path and Heart-Nature were top-tier. Most prodigies had long since classified him as the greatest threat of their generation.

Now that Demon Son Xue Lu had returned transformed and had just secured a hearty victory, his Aura was at its Peak as he challenged Li Xuanfeng.

It was the perfect chance to use Demon Son Xue Lu's hand to test this dark horse Prodigy's true trump cards and gauge his depth.

In the crowd, Ling Guzhou held his ancient sword, his eyes fixed on Li Xuanfeng as he whispered, "I hope you don't disappoint me!"

"Li Xuanfeng."

Demon Son Xue Lu's voice was cold, echoing in every corner of the Pure Land. "That sword strike at the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars... today, the score between us should be settled."

"Since you wish to fight, then I shall grant you another defeat!"

Li Xuanfeng's green robes fluttered slightly in the wind. Under everyone's gaze, he stepped onto the Dao Discussion Platform, which still bore the traces of the battle between Demon Son Xue Lu and Saint Son Xing Wuji, with unhurried steps.

The light screen rose once again.

"Make your move."

Two simple words, spoken in a flat tone.

Demon Son Xue Lu's pupils constricted slightly, enraged by this dismissive attitude. With a low shout, the Bone Battle Spear in his hand, carrying overwhelming blood qi, suddenly thrust out!

"Demon Blood Burning the Heavens! God-Slaying Strike!"

His entire being turned into a burning blood-colored meteor. He used the Bone Battle Spear in his hand like a javelin, pouring all his strength and will into it as it shot violently toward Li Xuanfeng!

This strike was the strongest of his life! It far surpassed the Peak he had reached during his battle with Saint Son Xing Wuji just now!

As the spear shot out, the Void Realm was torn with pitch-black cracks. The destructive fluctuations caused many prodigies below the stage to change their expressions drastically.

"So strong! This strike has already touched the threshold of the Middle Stage Immortal Sovereign!"

"Demon Son Xue Lu is putting his life on the line!"

"How will Li Xuanfeng take it?"

Just as the battle spear was about to touch the corner of the green robes, a soft, thin sword hum sounded, so faint it was almost unnoticeable.

Zheng!

No one saw when Li Xuanfeng drew his sword, and even fewer saw the trajectory of the blade.

A faint, light-like noble sword light flashed and vanished in an instant.

Fast! Extremely fast!

Demon Son Xue Lu's body suddenly stiffened, his movements frozen at the moment of the spear thrust. His crimson pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief.

He hadn't even captured the trajectory of that sword strike; he hadn't even realized what had happened.

The surging demonic flames around him were suddenly extinguished at this moment. The Bone Battle Spear in his hand snapped in the middle, and pitch-black cracks spread across the entire shaft.

A gentle yet irresistible noble Sword Qi landed on his shoulder and pressed down lightly.

Bang!

Demon Son Xue Lu's knees bent slightly, and he uncontrollably knelt on one knee upon the Dao Discussion Platform. His entire strength was instantly sealed, his blood qi dissipated, and his demonic power stagnated.

The winner had been decided.

The entire process took less than a single breath.

The entire Pure Land was deathly silent.

Countless prodigies stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at the green-robed figure on the high platform, waves of shock rising in their hearts.

Just now, Demon Son Xue Lu had fought Saint Son Xing Wuji with brave dominance and overwhelming power, yet before Li Xuanfeng, he couldn't even withstand a single sword strike!

In the crowd, Ling Guzhou's fingertips subconsciously tightened around the ancient sword in his arms, his knuckles turning white.

That sword strike was clean, pure, and decisive, without a single extra flourish, yet it pushed speed, Sword Intent, and control to the extreme.

It was more than ten times stronger than it had been at the Ancient Plains.

"As expected, you didn't disappoint me!"

Ling Guzhou's gaze was fiery. There wasn't a hint of fear in his eyes; instead, a blazing Battle Intent was ignited.

However, the corner of Ling Guzhou's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold and aloof arc.

"No rush. Before that, I must first take back my position!"

Ling Guzhou raised his gaze and locked onto the name ranked third on the Golden Light List: Sword White Robe.

The world knew that Ling Guzhou originally held a steady place in the top three prodigies. Back in the Ancient God Burial Plain, he had no heart to fight for the dao seed, allowing his rank to slip.

Now that the Sequence Competition had begun, he wanted to personally take back the position that originally belonged to him.

With this thought, he took a step forward.

Boom!

A sharp and matchless Sword Intent that seemed to pierce the sky suddenly erupted from him.

"Sword White Robe!"

Ling Guzhou's voice was like an unsheathed sharp sword—crisp, cold, and echoing throughout the field. Countless gazes focused once again.

Ling Guzhou's gaze was like lightning as he looked directly at Fang Hanyu, saying word for word:

"Do you dare to step onto the stage and fight me?"

He paused, his voice growing louder, filled with strong confidence and pride:

"My sword has been silent for too long. This third-place ranking should also be returned to its original owner!"

He emphasized the words 'returned to its original owner' heavily, as if declaring that the top three spot originally belonged to him and was only temporarily being held by Fang Hanyu.

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was in an uproar again.

"Ling Guzhou is finally making his move! He's going to challenge the third-ranked Sword White Robe?"

"This is going to be trouble. Ling Guzhou's sword path reaches the heavens, his Heart-Nature is aloof, and his combat power is unfathomable. Sword White Robe might be in danger!"

"If I remember correctly, Ling Guzhou was originally one of the top three powerhouses. He only fell in rank because he gave up the fight for the dao seed back then. Now that he's back, he will surely crush his opponent!"

Discussions broke out one after another, and nearly ninety percent of the prodigies favored Ling Guzhou.

Even Ao Zhan, who was at the top of the list, opened his eyes. His golden pupils reflected that white-robed sword figure as he spoke calmly. His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached everywhere:

"Sword White Robe, it is time to return to the rank he should have."

With one sentence, he completely settled the expectations in everyone's hearts.

Upon hearing this, Fang Hanyu slowly turned around to look at Ling Guzhou. The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a faint but meaningful arc.

"Oh?"

"Return to the rank I should have?"

He repeated the words softly, then gave a light laugh and stood up.

"Very well."

"Then let me see if this so-called 'rank I should have' is... worthy."

As his voice fell, he took a step forward. His figure appeared on the Dao Discussion Platform, which had just been cleared and still carried the faint Aura of Li Xuanfeng's sword strike.

His robes fluttered as he stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching Ling Guzhou, who followed closely behind and stepped onto the stage.

To the side of the high platform, Li Xuanfeng quietly looked at the high-spirited Little Sword Emperor, a hint of faint pity secretly flashing through his eyes.

He whispered in his heart: Brother Ling, I hope your Dao Heart is resilient enough.

The light screen rose silently, isolating the two from the outside world.

Ling Guzhou held his ancient sword, and as the blade slowly left its sheath, a freezing Sword Qi suddenly exploded!

On the entire Dao Discussion Platform, wild winds howled, and countless fine sword runes appeared in the Void Realm, densely packed and sealing the world.

The Sword Intent around Ling Guzhou condensed as if it were solid. His thousand years of sword path accumulation erupted completely. His white robes fluttered, making him look aloof and peerless.

PS: I feel like the pace is a bit slow. I originally wanted to write their battle, but after writing for a long time, I wasn't satisfied, so I'll post this first.

I'll make it up tomorrow with three chapters!