113: The Great Qian Emperor Sword versus the Blood God Spear!

Everyone gazed intently at Li Shengyuan, their eyes filled with anticipation, especially Chen Qingxuan and the other sect experts.

In their eyes, Li Shengyuan was now a War God, an invincible existence; no matter what powerful enemy he faced, he would have a way to deal with it.

However, after Li Shengyuan bellowed “Sword, come!” the scene fell silent, with no change whatsoever.

Li Shengyuan, who had been holding his hand high with full confidence, looked at his empty right hand and couldn't help but fall into a daze.

Didn't Imperial Sister tell Princess Pingyang to bring the Son of Heaven Sword to hold the fort?

The Blood God Spear on the opposite side was already wreaking havoc, so why hadn't the Son of Heaven Sword appeared yet?

Li Shengyuan's eyelid twitched slightly; embarrassment was secondary, but if the Son of Heaven Sword didn't appear, who among those present could contend with the Blood God Spear?

Although Li Shengyuan felt a little anxious, he remained calm on the surface, feigning the appearance of preparing to cast a spell.

Could it be that this Son of Heaven Sword recognizes its master and doesn't pay attention to anyone but the Emperor?

But didn't Imperial Sister say she would communicate with the Son of Heaven Sword?!

He'd been played…

Li Shengyuan maintained the posture of raising his hand to summon the sword, just like Mu Yunxiao inviting the Blood God Spear.

Therefore, Chen Qingxuan and the others behind him firmly believed that Li Shengyuan could once again unleash a heaven-defying divine ability to counter Mu Yunxiao’s Blood God Spear.

Everyone watched Li Shengyuan without blinking, afraid of missing a single detail.

However, Shen Xinrong and Princess Pingyang, who knew what Li Shengyuan was doing, were no longer calm at this moment…

Princess Pingyang carefully took out a uniquely shaped hairpin from her bosom with both hands and nervously said to the hairpin:

“Son of Heaven Sword, Shengyuan Brother called for you! Hurry up and help! If you don’t help, we’re all going to be finished…”

Seeing that it didn't react, Princess Pingyang couldn't help but pat the hairpin, no longer caring if it was disrespectful to a divine sword.

Seeing Princess Pingyang so anxious that she was sweating profusely, Shen Xinrong gently comforted her:

“Don’t worry, does it need some special method to activate it, like Mu Yunxiao?”

“Imperial Sister didn’t say anything about a sacrifice method; she only said that when in danger, the divine sword would protect me, or if we encountered an unmanageable situation, just ask it to act…” Princess Pingyang was so anxious she was almost in tears.

“Sword Grandfather, Sword Ancestor… I beg you to help Shengyuan Brother, okay?!”

Shen Xinrong suddenly said excitedly to Princess Pingyang, “It moved, it moved! The divine sword moved!”

“A divine sword has a spirit; it naturally won’t act easily. Princess Pingyang Sister, try being more respectful!”

Princess Pingyang’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she nodded and did as told.

She called out grandfathers, grandmothers, and ancestors, but the Son of Heaven Sword still didn't react.

At this moment, Mu Yunxiao looked at Li Shengyuan, who was holding his hand high, and scoffed disdainfully:

“This king thought you truly had some move, but it turns out to be a trick!”

“Alright, you’ve held your hand up for so long, it must be sore. Put your hand down and wait to die!”

As soon as his voice fell, Mu Yunxiao formed a hand seal and violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which was entirely absorbed by the Blood God Spear.

His aura instantly weakened considerably; although his words were disdainful and contemptuous, he still intended to cast his spell with full power!

By now, his origin had been damaged, and even if his injuries fully recovered, it would still be impossible for him to regain his peak strength.

“Blood God Tear! Die!”

Mu Yunxiao roared, as if venting all the anger buried in his heart during this period.

The Blood God Spear, suspended above his head, burst forth with a great bloody light and began to spin rapidly; the surrounding space began to crack as it rotated.

Li Shengyuan’s face completely darkened at the sight.

Damn it, he’d been played!

At this point, there was only one last resort…

Chen Qingxuan and the other experts, seeing that Li Shengyuan’s spell casting had taken so long without any change, gradually felt their hearts sink.

Could Lord Li… truly have no solution?

Princess Pingyang, seeing how critical the situation was, was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

She no longer cared that the Son of Heaven Sword in her hand was a divine sword that protected the nation; she took it and frantically slashed it at the side of the warship.

At the same time, she angrily said, “Useless divine sword, trash divine sword! You won’t go save Shengyuan Brother, what good are you?!”

“And they say the founding divine sword has a spirit; I think you’re just afraid of that Blood God Spear, knowing you’re no match for it, so you’re acting like a coward!”

“Don’t call yourself a divine sword anymore; just call yourself a Turtle Sword! You’re useless when needed; I’ve worshipped you for a thousand years for nothing!”

“Clang!”

Suddenly, a crisp and clear sword cry emanated from the divine sword in Princess Pingyang’s hand, and the sound of the sword cry entered everyone’s ears.

And the divine sword in Princess Pingyang’s hand, which was originally only the size of a hairpin, suddenly enlarged and stood in mid-air.

The divine sword struck Princess Pingyang’s dazed forehead hard, then transformed into a streak of sword light and flew into Li Shengyuan’s hand.

This scene stunned everyone.

What’s going on?

Princess Pingyang also belatedly rubbed her forehead, which was red and swollen from being hit by the divine sword, looking utterly bewildered.

Why did the divine sword suddenly act?

Shen Xinrong, at this moment, revealed a smile and chuckled, covering her mouth:

“This divine sword truly has a spirit; it became somewhat enraged after being belittled and provoked by you like that.”

“Ah, is that really true?” Princess Pingyang widened her eyes, then mumbled:

“If I had known this was more effective, I would have cursed it more harshly earlier!”

Regardless, the sect experts, who had been harboring doubts, became excited once again.

Lord Li truly still has a way to deal with it!

At this moment, Mu Yunxiao, whose spell casting had finished, first froze for a moment looking at the Son of Heaven Sword in Li Shengyuan’s hand, then his face completely darkened.

“Why is the Great Qian’s nation-protecting divine sword, the Son of Heaven Sword, here with you?!”

This sentence was almost gnawed out through gritted teeth.

Although the process of receiving the sword was somewhat convoluted, the result was good after all. Li Shengyuan slowly brushed the sword body and chuckled:

“His Majesty knew early on that there would be unforeseen circumstances on the journey to the Northern Border, so he secretly had me bring this Son of Heaven Sword along.”

“As expected of His Majesty, truly farsighted!”

The conversation between the two fell into everyone’s ears; upon hearing it, everyone’s minds trembled, followed by excited discussions.

“The sword in Lord Li’s hand… is actually the legendary nation-protecting divine sword!”

“Oh my goodness, to see such a legendary magical treasure, this trip to Giant Spirit Hall was not in vain!”

“It’s stable now; with this sword, even if that Blood God Spear is a quasi-divine artifact, it will be foolproof!”

“…”

Linghu Chong in the crowd pressed down on the sword box in his hand, staring blankly at the Son of Heaven Sword in Li Shengyuan’s hand.

When the first sword cry emanated, the spiritual sword on his body transmitted intense fluctuations, showing signs of submission and fear.

So this sword was the nation-protecting divine sword; no wonder…

Mu Yunxiao’s face at this moment was terrifyingly grim; it was bad enough that Li Shengyuan was powerful and had many magical treasures.

He even brought the Son of Heaven Sword to the Northern Border…

The Son of Heaven Sword in Li Shengyuan’s hand suddenly emitted a monstrous sword intent, and a strong murderous aura assailed Mu Yunxiao.

And the Blood God Spear also seemed to sense this detestable aura; its blood-fiend energy surged, and Mu Yunxiao’s face changed drastically—the vital blood in his body actually flowed uncontrollably towards the Blood God Spear!

Li Shengyuan’s eyes were filled with burning battle intent!

With a cold face, he said in a chilling voice, “Over a thousand years, the Son of Heaven Sword has fought many battles with the Demonic Cult; it must have clashed with this Blood God Spear as well!”

“Today, I want to see how the Demonic Cult’s Blood God Spear will withstand the sharpness of my Great Qian’s Son of Heaven Sword!”