Chapter 98: The Demon Sword of Heaven – The Tyrant’s Demon Aura

The red light surrounding the wooden sword trapped by the green sword gradually dimmed, and it swayed in the air as if on the verge of falling. Everyone turned to look at Zhuge Qingfeng, who, like the sword, was swaying from side to side, seemingly about to collapse. His face turned dark, his eyes rolled upward—clearly unconscious.

All eyes turned back to the green sword. The green mist around it continued to expand but did not spread, tightly surrounding the wooden sword. The faint red glow on it was no longer visible; instead, the entire sword turned green.

Those with high cultivation understood that both had poured their souls into their swords and used their internal vital energy to empower them for attacks from a distance. This made their attacks faster than those with a sword held in hand. Yet, when two swords clashed, it was extremely dangerous. Right now, since both souls were within their swords, and the swords were connected to their owners’ bodies, knocking down the opponent’s sword would also cause them to fall.

The green sword showed no signs of knocking down the wooden sword; instead, it kept spinning, emitting green mist. Those present watched Zhuge Qingfeng. Even those with keen eyes could tell there was something strange with Sha Yueya’s sword—the green mist was likely a highly toxic fog that was gradually seeping into the wooden sword. Due to the connection between their souls, Zhuge Qingfeng was also affected by the poison.

Just as Zhuge Qingfeng was about to fall, Sha Yueya suddenly raised his right hand, and a sleeve arrow flew out from his sleeve. Black and accompanied by a whooshing sound, its speed was even greater than that of the flying sword earlier.

With a “thud,” the black sleeve arrow struck Zhuge Qingfeng’s heart precisely. The intense pain sent him flying out of the arena. His face had turned black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood—clearly dying. At that moment, an old man rushed into the combat area, hugged Zhuge Qingfeng, and shouted, “Qingfeng, Qingfeng… It’s your master who has doomed you.” His voice was filled with endless regret and simmering anger.

Looking around, everyone saw an old Taoist dressed in gray robes with a Taiji symbol on them. His face was weary as he held Zhuge Qingfeng. Those who knew him recognized him as Yun Fei, the leader of the Immortal Sect’s Wuwei Taoism School.

The judging old man then said to Yun Fei, “Master, please leave the arena. Swordsmanship cannot decide life and death. Accept your fate.”

Hearing this, Yun Fei glanced at Sha Yueya, who stood tall across from him, and said angrily, word by word, “Sha Yueya, we’ll see who wins. Don’t think you can escape my grasp.” Though a monk, his words were vicious, as if he wanted to devour the man before him and drink his blood.

Then, the white-haired judging old man stepped forward and said, “The contestant selected for this round, the Guardian of the Secret Sect, Sha Yueya, please leave the arena now. It’s time for the third contestant to take the stage.”

As Sha Yueya left the arena, two women stepped onto the stage. Those present couldn’t help but exclaim in shock—these were women! What was even more astonishing was their beauty and figures. Was this really a combat match? It seemed more like a beauty contest!

Liu Yi glanced around. He had seen these two women before. The woman on the right, dressed in red with red hair, was the granddaughter of the Dragon God. She still wore that provocative red dress, holding a three-foot-long red sword behind her right hand—actually, it was more pink in color. It didn’t convey a sense of killing; on the contrary, the aura reflected from the sword was warm…

As for the woman across from her, Liu Yi had seen her inside this luxurious mansion. At first glance, she seemed to radiate a murderous aura. Her pair of blue short knives gave off a bloodthirsty impression. Her black curly hair draped over her shoulders, and her deep-blue eyes were unforgettable. Her blue robe made her appear elegant and pure, yet she exuded a cold aura, like the unforgiving ice atop Tian Shan.

Just then, the old man shouted with all his strength, “The one entering the competition now is Long Muyaa from the Dragon Clan, and… and this woman only says her name is Lan Ren. She hasn’t revealed her sect or background. Now, I declare the third round of the competition to begin!”

With the old man’s loud call, Lan Ren moved, as if that was her source of energy. She spun her body, forming an S shape with her two short knives, then swung them forward. Everyone gasped—no one expected this blue-eyed beauty to be so fast. Before the old man finished speaking, her knives had already been thrown.

The knives, glowing with a blue aura, shot toward Long Muyaa’s neck in a spinning motion. The strike was fierce, almost chilling. In the blink of an eye, the spinning knives reached within three feet of Long Muyaa. She quickly moved backward, her soft waist bending into a half-circle as the knives flew past her head, creating a gentle breeze.

Long Muyaa straightened up and swept her pink sword upward from the ground. A blade of energy shot out instantly, hitting Lan Ren. But Lan Ren wasn’t panicked. She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, raised it high above her head in a chopping motion, and shouted, “Sword of Heaven!”

At that moment, the clear sky was quickly covered by dark clouds, turning gloomy in an instant. Liu Yi and the Wolf King were shocked. Was it the aura of evil? In these three realms, only Liu Yi should be able to summon it. So why could this blue-eyed woman do the same? Who was she? With her skills, she could easily become a master assassin at the level of a sect leader. It seemed this martial competition wasn’t as simple as it seemed. Countless hidden masters from the three realms and six paths would appear one by one. Of course, Leng Jian had disappeared years ago; it seemed he had become a true legend.

Meanwhile, the situation in the arena left no time for outsiders to overthink. In just a blink—perhaps even less—Lan Ren, the beautiful woman who called herself Lan Ren, raised her hand high in a chopping position, and gradually a strong white light emanated from it. As the light flickered, she brought her hand down. In that instant, a giant blade of light formed from her hand, extending straight toward Long Muyaa’s head…

With a loud roar, the enormous blade followed the dragon-blade-like hand in its downward strike. Instantly, stones flew everywhere on the arena, and dust filled the air. The sword energy emitted by Long Muyaa was nowhere to be seen—it had long been swallowed up by that massive blade. At that moment, Long Muyaa could only roll aside to avoid the blade already overhead.

Suddenly, an aged voice shouted, “Xiaoya, be careful!”

Long Muyaa didn’t have time to turn. Hearing the wind from the blades behind her, she knew the two short blades that had been thrown earlier were returning. Without thinking, she rolled instinctively and managed to dodge them.

Just as she secretly rejoiced and prepared to stand up, the scene before her made her give up on survival hopes.

It turned out that when the two short blades returned to the mysterious woman’s hands, they had separated. The blue-eyed woman held one blade high in her left hand and the other straight out in her right, her slender body upright. With another delicate cry, “Blade of Domination!” The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, and the two blades in her hands emitted a dazzling white light. At that moment, she moved—her left and right blades instantly swelled to enormous sizes, extending around Long Muyaa’s body. The two colossal light blades formed a cross, slashing downward and horizontally at Long Muyaa’s body. It seemed death had truly arrived…