Chapter 420 - 418: Mystery upon Mystery

Chapter 420: Chapter 418: Mystery upon Mystery

“Roar!”

The earth shook as Sikong Yan roared, flying fiercely out of the void.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a violent aura surged massively towards the sky.

“I will kill you.”

Sikong Yan’s face twisted with ferocity as his massive hand descended from the sky, vowing to deliver a fatal blow.

As he made his move, a sudden scent of blood filled the air, and turbulent air currents tore through the sky.

Jian Jingtian refused to show weakness, and without a hint of evasion, launched himself back into the fray with his fists.

Boom!

An explosive sound shook the heavens and the earth. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows, leaving the entire arena sky filled with their afterimages.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of countless blades slicing through the air echoed, as a grand and cold sword light sliced through the sky.

Finally, Sikong Yan drew his sword, knowing he couldn’t match Jian Jingtian physically, this madman.

This sword light, although only about three feet long, seemed to contain countless stars glowing within the golden luminescence, its power boundless.

“Impressive, to meld one’s Sword Dao with Star Power – this truly is the Star Sword Dao!” Zhong Lin praised.

Zhong Lin possessed a martial technique called the “Seven Luminaries Great Freedom Sword Scripture,” which employed the Nine Heavens Star Power. Thus, he understood Sikong Yan’s sword move.

Jian Jingtian licked his lips, his eyes filled with warfare intent. As his body moved, wings suddenly appeared behind him, formed clearly from lines of sword shadows, and then descended.

In an instant, they transformed into an endless vast sword light, weaving into a sea of sword light, meeting Sikong Yan’s terrifying sword head-on.

Boom!

The golden sword light merely quivered, slicing through the air, instantly shattering the falling sword light of Jian Jingtian.

Clang, clang, clang, clang…

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the heavens in an instant, with innumerable sword lights being shredded every moment.

Sikong Yan laughed maniacally at the sky, stepping as if teleporting directly above Jian Jingtian’s head.

Then, a world-shaking, purely intense crimson-white sword light shot from nowhere, emitting endless brilliance.

Just a glance at it caused an indescribable extreme sword intent to pierce the onlookers’ eyes, eliciting screams one after another.

Zhong Lin also showed a solemn expression, tightly watching the battle between the two.

This sword from Sikong Yan was as fast as starlight, even quicker than thought itself.

Jian Jingtian felt heavy-hearted, standing in the air. Suddenly, the dispersed sword aura instantly returned to his body, and his entire sword intent harmoniously merged within.

This scene almost made Zhong Lin’s eyes pop out. As it’s known, Sword Intent is the cultivation of conception, the power of the soul, yet now it wholly merged into the physical body, turning it into a Spirit Sword – simply unfathomable.

“Damn, Jian Jingtian really turned his own body into a weapon.”

Jian Jingtian slowly raised his right hand, forming a sword finger, actually affecting the sword radiance that spanned the sky with mere flesh and blood.

“Jian Jingtian, you’re courting death.”

An endlessly indifferent voice boomed, resonating through boundless space.

Boom!

The void was suddenly covered by that golden light, as if a golden canopy descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire Heavenly Sword Peak.

Rumble!

The sky trembled, and all things withered.

The eternal snows atop the peak transformed at this moment into a white icy torrent, rushing up to meet the descending golden luminescence, like a golden sky curtain.

“Profound upon profound, Gate of Cang Chen.”

A stone gate, a hundred feet tall, suddenly manifested in the golden sky.

“This is…”

The instant this stone gate appeared, even Zhong Lin couldn’t help but be startled.

This stone gate was clearly not any divine weapon, mystical artifact, or treasure, but an overwhelmingly powerful martial skill.

It was as if it could pierce through boundless space, a divine skill capable of striking from afar.

Rumble!

Under Zhong Lin’s watch, a golden hand reached out from the stone gate, traversing endless space in an instant, fingers outspread, pressing down like a continent.

This hand traversed the sky, seizing every air flow, light ray, and even Primordial Qi from the world in an instant.

It seemed as if nothing existed in the world but this massive hand.

“Is it… Elder Cang Chen acting?”

“What’s going on? Why would Elder Cang Chen intervene suddenly? Does he intend to interfere with the competition?”

“Who won, Sikong Yan or Jian Jingtian?”

The dust cleared, revealing the golden hand tightly holding Jian Jingtian within it, who had long since fallen unconscious, with a deep sword trace visible on his chest, faintly revealing a beating heart.

Not far away, Sikong Yan stood tall in the void, pale and weakened, yet his eyes burned with intense fighting spirit.

“The duel is over, Sikong Yan wins.”

Elder Cang Chen’s voice resonated gently, as the massive hand and the stone gate in the void suddenly vanished, with Jian Jingtian’s unconscious body falling from the sky.

Everyone who witnessed this scene understood what had just transpired.

Sikong Yan and Jian Jingtian’s final move determined victory; if Elder Cang Chen hadn’t intervened at the last moment, Jian Jingtian might have died.

“Jian Jingtian lost.”

“I saw it. Jian Jingtian indeed was very strong, refining his body to rival mystical artifacts, yet he still stood no chance against Sikong Yan.”

“Indeed! If Elder Cang Chen hadn’t intervened at the last moment, he might really have died.”

“This battle assures Sikong Yan will claim first place.”

“That’s not certain, don’t forget Zhong Lin hasn’t made his move. Who knows who will claim victory in the end.”

“Hehe, how can Zhong Lin compare to Brother Sikong? Brother Sikong has been famous for years, not to mention the cultivation from the Third Saint. Who knows where Zhong Lin popped out from – how could he be Brother Sikong’s match?”

“Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right.”

“You…”

Amid the crowd’s debate, two green light clusters fell from the void, landing directly on the foreheads of Jian Jingtian and Sikong Yan.

As the green light merged into them, their energies rapidly restored, especially Jian Jingtian, whose injuries healed visibly, as if time had rewound.

“Is this… a Ninth Grade Elixir? Impossible, even a Ninth Grade Elixir isn’t this miraculous. Could it be a form of Martial Arts Divine Ability?”

Zhong Lin’s eyes widened, filled with bewilderment.

After a moment, Jian Jingtian suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively glancing at his chest.

The wound had fully healed, except for his torn garments, evidence of the intense battle prior.

Jian Jingtian slowly rose from the ground, giving Sikong Yan a distant look, with regret flickering in his gaze, then bowed deeply to Elder Cang Chen.

“Thank you, Elder.”

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