Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

”What? The Yun Jun Holy Maiden was defeated?”

As everyone watched the Yun Jun Holy Maiden get knocked off the Arena of Sword Discourse, jaws dropped to the floor. When the Seven Immortals Sword Formation appeared, everyone had believed the Holy Maiden was going to win. But in less than a minute, the tide of battle turned dramatically. She failed to block even a single one of Su Han’s strikes and was wounded before being knocked from the Arena of Sword Discourse.

This outcome felt so surreal that many of the Sword Cultivators found it hard to accept.

Is this still my nineteenth brother? Even if he obtained the Myriad Swords Returning Origin Technique, he shouldn’t be this ferocious, should he? Could it be that he also acquired other treasures from the Myriad Swords Sect?

The Thirteenth Princess could only attribute everything to the Myriad Swords Sect. After all, there was no other explanation.

”COUGH! COUGH!”

The Yun Jun Holy Maiden coughed up blood as she rose, her face deathly pale. A gaping, bloody hole had been pierced through her lower abdomen. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound was still a horrifying sight.

Her eyes were filled with shock; she clearly couldn’t accept her defeat.

I unleashed the Seven Immortals Sword Formation, so why did I lose?

The Yun Jun Holy Maiden’s heart was filled with unwillingness. She was severely injured and had already been knocked off the Arena of Sword Discourse. To go back up now would only bring shame upon the Nanshu Sword Palace. Besides, in her current state, she would be no match for Su Han even if she returned to the stage; it would only lead to further humiliation.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Just then, Su Han reached out and stored the seven Flying Swords directly into his Bronze Ring.

”These Flying Swords aren’t bad. They’re mine now!” Su Han announced, brazenly claiming the seven Flying Swords as his spoils of war right in front of the Holy Maiden.

”PFFT!”

Consumed by rage, the Yun Jun Holy Maiden spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed powerlessly, her beautiful eyes still fixed on Su Han, burning with intense hatred.

Seeing the Yun Jun Holy Maiden’s tragic state, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and gained a new understanding of Su Han’s arrogance. The Holy Maiden’s status was considerable, and those seven Flying Swords were the culmination of her life’s work. It was excessively cruel for the Nineteenth Prince to take them so casually. Without her Flying Swords, the Yun Jun Holy Maiden’s strength would be greatly diminished.

However, everyone was so intimidated by Su Han’s ferocity that they didn’t dare speak up for her.

”Utterly weak. Who else dares to challenge me?”

Su Han stood proudly with his sword. His Python Robe fluttered and his Golden Crown dazzled, making him the most dazzling figure on the Arena of Sword Discourse.

With the Yun Jun Holy Maiden defeated, the only one left who could contend with the Nineteenth Prince was Saint Heir Juque. Instantly, all eyes swiveled to Saint Heir Juque. Though no one spoke, their meaning was unmistakable. They were all waiting for him to enter the arena.

”I came for the Sword Intent of Ages; its baptism is my goal. Therefore, I cannot yield first place to you!”

As all eyes focused on him, Saint Heir Juque’s expression remained unchanged. He looked up at Su Han on the stage, the disdain in his eyes long gone, replaced by sheer solemnity. He had to admit, the Nineteenth Prince had given him a huge surprise by defeating even the Yun Jun Holy Maiden. But the greater the surprise, the less Saint Heir Juque would back down. As a genius, he had his pride. No one would ever believe they were inferior to another, and he was no exception.

THUD!

Saint Heir Juque, carrying the Nine Mountains Holy Sword on his back, began to walk toward the Arena of Sword Discourse. His every footstep carried an unparalleled weight, causing the very ground to quake.

THUD! THUD!

He did not fly but walked step by step onto the arena. With each step, the ground trembled more violently, as if ten thousand warhorses were stampeding toward them. A terrifying Sword Intent, like a charging army thousands strong, rushed forward with suffocating pressure.

Instantly, numerous Sword Cultivators were unable to withstand this Sword Intent. Their faces paled as they coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. The Sword Intent was simply too powerful, and it grew stronger with every step, becoming increasingly unbearable.

”Fall back! That’s Saint Heir Juque’s Immense Weight Sword Intent! In theory, it can stack infinitely. Trying to resist it will only result in worse injuries!” the Thirteenth Princess cried out, quickly retreating with the still-unconscious Eighth Prince, not daring to linger.

At this point, everyone was rapidly backing away, afraid to get too close to the Arena of Sword Discourse. Under the influence of Saint Heir Juque’s Immense Weight Sword Intent, the stage had become a truly perilous place.

Not far away, Li Mingliang also felt the growing intensity of the Immense Weight Sword Intent. His entire body ached, feeling as if his organs were about to rupture. He was being crushed by an invisible pressure that not even his flesh and bones could withstand.

”Your Highness!”

The Immense Weight Sword Intent was too strong, but Li Mingliang couldn’t retreat because Li Qingyue, still deep in her Enlightenment, was right behind him. He could only grip his sword tightly and erupt with his own Sword Intent, desperately holding his ground. Fortunately, the Crane Sword Saint was standing there, blocking a significant portion of the Immense Weight Sword Intent; otherwise, with Li Mingliang’s strength, he would never have been able to endure it.

By the time Saint Heir Juque finally stepped onto the Arena of Sword Discourse, his Immense Weight Sword Intent had stacked to a terrifying degree. It felt as if a hundred thousand mountains were crashing down and an army of a million soldiers was charging forward. The entire world boomed, and the very space around the arena began to warp. Although Saint Heir Juque had yet to draw his sword, this Sword Intent alone was enough to fill people with absolute terror, driving them to the brink of despair.

”Saint Heir Juque is too powerful! Once his Immense Weight Sword Intent is unleashed, no one can stop it. The Nineteenth Prince is probably going to lose this time!”

”You can’t let the Immense Weight Sword Intent build up! You have to strike fast and break it. Now that its momentum has been established, the Nineteenth Prince’s defeat is certain!”

”Sigh, it’s already a great achievement to have made it this far, but first place will likely be taken by Saint Heir Juque. He excels at close-quarters combat, and now that his Sword Intent has fully formed, he’s even more invincible.”

The only way to counter the Immense Weight Sword Intent was to snuff it out before it could take shape. Once it was allowed to stack, not even a Saint would find it easy to block. Now that Saint Heir Juque was on the stage, the momentum of his Immense Weight Sword Intent was complete and could no longer be stopped. This was a fatal error.

Yet, on the Arena of Sword Discourse, Su Han remained perfectly calm. The terrifying Immense Weight Sword Intent swept over him, but he felt it as if it were a gentle spring breeze, showing no sign of struggle or fear. It seemed this level of pressure was nothing more than a trifle to him, which made Saint Heir Juque’s eyes narrow.

He realized he had still underestimated the Nineteenth Prince!

Nevertheless, the momentum of his Immense Weight Sword Intent was already established. He refused to believe that the Nineteenth Prince, after a series of difficult battles, could truly withstand it.

”Slash!”

Saint Heir Juque uttered a soft cry. Instantly, his Immense Weight Sword Intent, stacked to its absolute peak, coalesced into an invisible, colossal sword that slashed toward Su Han. This invisible greatsword was like a hundred thousand mountains, like a charging army of millions. It tore apart space itself wherever it passed, completely unstoppable.

At that moment, everyone craned their necks, their eyes glued to the Arena of Sword Discourse.

Was the Nineteenth Prince about to be defeated?