Chapter 6501 Messy Battle
Cui Bo had used the chaos to slip past the Dragonblood warriors’ blockade. But just as victory seemed within reach, the deep boom of a war drum dispelled his chaos music.
The moment the Dragonblood warriors were freed, dragon roars echoed through the void, shaking the heavens. In a heartbeat, the Blood-Sucking Demon Wolves were shredded to mist.
Without the restriction of the chaos music, the Dragonblood warriors displayed stunning power once again. At this sight, the experts who had been preparing to sneak through now found themselves frozen in horror.
Retreat was no longer an option. Gritting their teeth, they pressed forward.
Facing them, the four captains, Bai Xiaole, and Little Nine took the lead. They targeted the half-step Sovereign Lords.
Little Nine transformed into a giant beast, while Song Mingyuan summoned his earth giant. The two rampaged through the battlefield, flattening everything in their path. Even the half-step Sovereign Lords were forced to retreat before their crushing might.
Gu Yang, Li Qi, and Song Mingyuan each faced multiple half-step Sovereign Lords at once. Their divine weapons clashed violently, and every collision sent shockwaves rippling through the air.
Meanwhile, Yue Zifeng’s sword cut through the chaos like a flash of divine light. Four outsider experts had already fallen to his blade—three from the demon race and one from the devil race. Before his sword, even the law domains of half-step Sovereign Lords crumbled like paper.
“He’s Yue Zifeng? Dean Bai Letian once said he’s the greatest sword cultivator in the High Firmament Academy’s history. He... he really is powerful!” exclaimed Zhao Yue.
Within the spirit-gathering formation, the others remained deep in meditation, refining their laws and condensing their essence runes. But Zhao Yue was abruptly stirred awake by Yue Zifeng’s sharp sword will.
As a fellow sword cultivator, she couldn’t ignore it. Even through the barrier of the formation, his sword intent pierced straight into her soul.
Her talent in the Sword Dao was exceedingly high. In her era, none of his peers could face her. But after awakening from her seal, the world had changed. Countless prodigies from bygone ages had resurfaced, and she was no longer completely unrivaled.
Though all these heavenly geniuses were extraordinary, none could outshine the one name that eclipsed them all—Long Chen.
That name had become a legend in the High Firmament Academy, and it burned in Zhao Yue’s mind. She had wanted to see what kind of monster could earn the title of the youngest dean in the academy’s history.
With her sword in hand, she beat all the sword cultivator disciples in the academy. No one could take more than three blows from her. Just as she assumed she was the number one genius of the Sword Dao in the academy, she heard Yue Zifeng’s name.
When she questioned Dean Bai Letian, he looked at her profoundly and said that Yue Zifeng was not only the number one sword cultivator in the academy’s history. As long as Yue Zifeng did not die, he would very likely become the number one sword cultivator of the nine heavens and ten lands.
This evaluation made Zhao Yue feel profoundly disconcerted. She was unconvinced.
In any case, every genius was conceited.
Upon entering the heaven region’s battlefield, she immediately gathered all her subordinates and went searching for legacies, working hard to get stronger here. When she fought against the outsider experts, she learned about what Long Chen was doing.
In truth, she doubted Long Chen’s power and even more so about Yue Zifeng. She had come not to challenge Long Chen—but to test Yue Zifeng.
Yet, the moment she witnessed Yue Zifeng’s sword, her resentment crumbled into awe.
Yue Zifeng dominated everyone. The domains of half-step Sovereign Lords meant nothing before him. As he had reached a realm beyond anyone else, no one could stop his sword.
His every movement embodied the essence of the Sword Dao. Every time he drew his sword, he exuded sword intent. Every bit of his power was condensed into that three-foot edge, without even the slightest bit leaking out.
To ordinary experts, Yue Zifeng’s movements looked very casual. There were no spatial fluctuations or intense booming sounds. But to Zhao Yue, Yue Zifeng’s swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle. His sword intent, form, and sword laws were flawless.
That was the realm she had pursued her entire life yet never reached. With time, her cultivation base had soared, but her Sword Dao stayed the same. She was so talented that she had long since surpassed her old master. Even in the current era, no one in the academy could lead her to higher realms.
She had asked Bai Letian about it, and he told her that only one person could give her direction. She had to test her luck.
When she humbly sought out the sweeping elder in the academy courtyard, he said nothing. He simply placed his broom aside and left.
This made Zhao Yue feel very uncomfortable. She thought the elder found her unworthy to be taught. When she told Bai Letian what happened, he sighed.
“Do you know what kind of opportunity you just missed out on? Other than the sweeping elder, only one person has ever used his broom—Long Chen.”
Only then did Zhao Yue understand. If she had simply picked up that broom and continued sweeping, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
However, once such an opportunity passed, it would never come again.
Although she “coincidentally bumped into” the sweeping elder several times after that, the sweeping elder never said anything. In fact, he didn’t even look at her.
That failure haunted her. It made her desperate to see Long Chen with her own eyes. Just what kind of monster was he to make the entire High Firmament Academy view him as a legend?
Yet, before she even met him, Yue Zifeng’s sword shattered her arrogance completely.
“Am I an idiot?” she murmured. “A master of the Sword Dao is right before me, and I’m wasting time on my essence rune?”
In that instant, clarity struck her like lightning. She finally understood why the sweeping elder had laid down his broom and left—it was a lesson. He had told her to let go of pride, of arrogance, of the dust that clouded her heart. Only by sweeping it away could she start walking forward again.
Realizing this, she was filled with regret. She truly did feel foolish now. She had disappointed both the dean and the sweeping elder.
Just as Zhao Yue was cursing herself, the Dragonblood Legion was in a chaotic battle against countless experts.
Gu Yang and the others were fighting a couple of half-step Sovereign Lords each. As for Yue Zifeng, he was surrounded by a group of half-step Sovereign Lords.
Yue Zifeng was under immense pressure. Then, suddenly, he sheathed his sword and pressed his palms together. Runes of the Sword Dao spun around him, condensing into countless translucent blades.
“Flying sword art? But...” Zhao Yue gasped, covering her mouth.
Flying sword arts were not some rare divine ability among sword cultivators. However, Yue Zifeng was not controlling actual flying swords. They were swords consisting of pure Sword Dao runes.
As the flying swords shot out, the surrounding experts panicked, scrambling to defend themselves. Screams echoed as limbs and blood flew through the air.
“Damn it! How can this sword cultivator be so powerful?! Everyone, hold on! Sword cultivators don’t have much stamina! He can’t last for long!” roared a desperate outsider expert.
However, his words meant nothing. Rather than saying they had surrounded Yue Zifeng, it would be more accurate to say that Yue Zifeng had surrounded them. If any one of them tried to flee, Yue Zifeng would instantly sense it and his swords would swarm them. They would very likely die in the blink of an eye.
As the battle’s intensity reached a new peak, Guo Ran stood atop his broken drum.
“I suppose now is the time for us to fight!” he exclaimed.