Eating the Seven Moon Divine Sword was just a small side event.
The fight was continuing on the stage.
The Seven Moon Divine Sword was an ancient gold grade divine weapon. It was on a higher grade than the White Feather Sword that Luo Tian forged. The reason why he didnât give that to Murong Bai was that the White Feather Sword was more suitable for him. If the choice was given to Murong Bai, he will definitely still choose the White Feather Sword for himself as well.
Because there was something special about the White Feather Sword.
It contained the fierce and incomparable blade qi of the Blade River King!
A sword that had an innate blade qi?
This seemed a bit out of place.
But after Luo Tianâs refinement, the blade qi from the Blade River King would transform based on the user. This feature was something Luo Tian saw through from his systemâs attribute panel and it will be up to whether Murong Bai could utilize it or not.
If a person that uses swords wasnât even familiar with his own sword, then he couldnât be considered a real swordsman.
Luo Tian felt that swords werenât as strong as blades.
Compared to a refined gentlemanâs sword, he preferred a blade that was brutal and domineering.
A fierce man should be matched with a rugged blade!
On the stage.
It was obvious that Murong Bai knew the secret of his White Feather Sword. When facing the pressure from Night Shuraâs Void Splitting Sword, he didnât panic and maintained his calm. What he liked to do was to show his handsome side at all times.
He would be the same even if a fire was starting to burn his eyebrows.
âWhoosh~, whoosh~, whoosh~âŠâ
The sound of space breaking apart kept exploding around him.
It was extremely harsh to the ear!
Murong Bai closed his eyes and his mouth revealed a sneer. âJunior brother⊠Wait, I donât have any relations to the Soul Hall anymore. Night Shura, Iâm sorry butâŠâ
âBuddhaâs Sword!â
The White Feather Sword struck out.
The hidden power of Blade River King suddenly surged out like a toppling mountain and an overturning sea. The barrier bulged out like it was about to explode at any given moment.
In an instant, Night Shuraâs sword pierced out. âDie!â
âBoom~!â
Void Splitting Sword!
Buddhaâs Sword!
Two different sword moves collided together and kept clashing with each other.
âDing~âŠâ
An ear-piercing sound of a sword groaning!
âClang~!â
âCrack~, crunch~âŠâ
It sounded like glass breaking.
The sword in Night Shuraâs hand had shattered. In his eyes, he saw a huge Buddha descending. And below the huge Buddha was a ferocious demonic beast he had never seen before roaring at him. It was at this moment that his long sword shattered.
His heart went deathly still.
If a swordsmanâs sword shatters, that means he has lost.
His battle intent instantly withered.
Night Shura closed his eyes.
However, the sword strike he was waiting for didnât fall. Murong Baiâs originally gloomy face relaxed. He then said: âJunior brother, take care of yourself.â
The sword just now didnât stab down.
After all, they were once fellow apprentice brothers of the same sect. He was also a brother that Murong Bai kept thinking about because he treated him like a little brother. Meeting here and fighting, there was no way Murong Bai could land a killing blow.
Murong Baiâs heart had changed.
After following Luo Tian, Murong Bai no longer had a murderous intent surrounding him.
Night Shura frowned before shouting: âAggghhh~! I donât need your pity!â
It was as if he had lost his mind.
With his hand holding onto the broken sword, he shouted: âI didnât lose! I havenât lost yet!â
Murong Baiâs brows furrowed, and his White Feather Sword blurred into the image of a sword flower. His figure was like a sword as his whole body penetrated through space.
âOmmm~âŠâ His sword started ringing.
This move was too fast!
It was faster than Night Shuraâs Void Splitting Sword, and most of the people couldnât see what had happened.
Night Shura had no reaction and just charged forward until he hit the barrier. Only then did he suddenly come to a stop. He then realized that a sword qi had penetrated through his chest, but no blood flowed out and there werenât any traces of an injury.
After being penetrated through, the wound had healed by itself.
Lifting something heavy as if it was light!
That sword strike was so magnificent that words couldnât describe it!
Night Shura looked at his own wound. He was unresigned and fell to his knees drained of power. âIâve lost!â
âHahahaâŠâ
âVictory!â
âLittle Whitey White won! Mount Hua Immortal Sect won again! HahahaâŠâ
âWe won!â
âWe won three matches in a row! Eldest senior brother, you are too mighty! This one guarantees that after today, some village girl will definitely fall in love with you. HahahaâŠâ
Mount Hua Immortal Sect boiled with excitement.
But the rest of the immortal sects were in shock.
Their eyes were wide open as they stared at the stage.
Everything happened too quickly. That sword style, sword speed, and the unpredictable mystery surrounding it was all too inconceivable. A wound that can heal by itself? This kind of sword dao comprehension had surpassed everything they understood!
Sword heart intent!
Sword intent that moved to the heartâs desire. It would harm if they wanted it to. It wouldnât harm if they didnât want it to.
This kind of power was simply too magnificent!
When the barrier opened, Murong Bai got off the stage and said: âThe Soul Hall isnât a place where you should stay at. If you are willing, you can come with me to Mount Hua Immortal Sect and my boss will protect you.â
After saying that, Murong Bai left the stage without waiting for Night Shuraâs reply.
At this time, the moderator got onto the stage and announced: âMount Hua Immortal Sectâs Murong Bai has left the stage. The victory goes to Soul Hallâs Night Shura!â
âWaaa~âŠâ
âWaaa~âŠâ
The entire venue was in a ruckus. Did they have to make it this obviously unfair?
Murong Bai instantly became enraged. He instantly turned around while the White Feather Sword in his hand was shaking. He didnât bother with his image and cursed out: âAre you f*cking blind?!â
The referee sneered and said: âInsulting the referee? You are disqualified from the competition.â
âWaaa~âŠâ
There was a limit to what a person could tolerate.
Everyone saw that Night Shura had lost, but he was actually proclaimed to be the victor.
Daoist Lie Yang laughed and clapped: âHahaha⊠Congratulations to Soul Hallâs Night Shura for winning the match. Hahaha⊠Congratulations! Luo Tian, your disciple insulted the referee. Such an uncultured person should be taught some manners. What a disappointing thing he is, hahahaâŠâ
Lin Wushen also started clapping.
With them in the lead, the eight great immortal sects followed suit.
The rest of the second-rate immortal sects immediately stopped making any sounds. Those rich merchants and normal sects shrunk their necks and didnât dare to make a peep. All those sounds of discussions had disappeared and were replaced by clapping sounds.
Shameless!
They were absolutely shameless!
Their shamelessness had actually reached such an extent!
âBoss, letâs just fight to the death with them!â
âHis grannyâs cha-cha, my rage is bursting out of control!â
âIt was clearly eldest senior brother that won yet they said he lost. This old cow cannot endure anymore. That Daoist Lie Yang better wait for this one because Iâm going to show him how awesome this one is. This one is so mad!â
Anger!
Extremely outraged!
When they were still speaking, Luo Tianâs figure had already disappeared.
âDaoist Lie Yang, f*ck all eighteen generations of your ancestors! You motherf*cker, quickly scram down here for this daddy!â
In an instant, Luo Tian landed on the stage. His five fingers were clawed onto the head of the referee as he stared over at Daoist Lie Yang. âDie for me!â