Chapter 99: The City of Eternity – The Sad Dream Sword Aims to Show Its Might

At that moment, a voice sounded: “Xiaoya.” It was an old and weak voice, laced with despair—it was the Dragon God, that white-haired old man, shouting out as he saw his granddaughter about to die under those light blades.
When this voice reached Liu Yi’s ears, it resonated deeply within him. That voice… that voice of despair reminded Liu Yi of the pain he had suffered ten years ago when he lost his loved ones. The agony was something he could never forget in this life…
In the blink of an eye, it was just a moment of reflection, a fleeting memory. The two light blades had already come within three feet of Long Muyaa’s body. Everyone closed their eyes—if those blades fell, the beautiful woman before them would surely be torn apart into four pieces.
But in that split second, a green light flashed. It wasn’t light; perhaps it was even faster than light. Those who hadn’t closed their eyes saw the green light appear right in front of Lan Ren. There was a “clang”—the sound of weapons colliding. In that instant, the two enormous light blades disappeared. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the broken blades were sent flying into the sky by that green light, landing outside the scene, emitting blue glimmers…
At that moment, a mysterious man appeared among the crowd. With white hair fluttering in the wind, wearing a black leather jacket and black gloves, his left hand resting on the long sword at his waist. He wore a silver-white mask, hiding his face, leaving only his sad eyes visible. The mysterious man said coldly, “Enough!” His voice was loud and firm, as if forbidding anyone from disobeying.
The beautiful blue-eyed woman glanced at Liu Yi and spoke in equally cold and unpolished words, “It was your sword that struck just now.” From her way of speaking, it was clear she wasn’t from the Central Plains, as she struggled so much to speak the local language.
Liu Yi replied calmly, “Yes.”
Just two simple words—so simple, yet what did they signify? Everyone was surprised. Of course, the most surprised were those who hadn’t closed their eyes. Who was he? No one had seen his movements, yet he had indeed drawn his sword and sent the short blade from the blue-eyed woman flying.
The most astonished were the leaders and elders of the righteous and demonic sects sitting around. Perhaps they thought even they wouldn’t be able to dodge the mysterious woman’s dual blades. With their cultivation levels, they could clearly see it was Liu Yi who had swung the sword, but they refused to believe it. There couldn’t be such a fast sword in the three realms—definitely the fastest, at least until the Cold Sword appeared.

However, the blue-eyed woman calmed down considerably. She stretched out her right hand, and the two short knives outside the arena flew back into her hands. Looking at Liu Yi, she still spoke in her unfluent language, “Good. It seems this trip wasn’t in vain.” After saying that, she turned and walked toward the bottom of the arena. Everyone made way for her, as no one had been unafraid of her knives just now. The blue-eyed woman, Blue Blade, went to a corner and sat down, intending to watch the next match.

The somewhat stunned judges glanced at the arena and declared loudly, “I declare the winner of this round to be Blue Blade.”

By this time, the Dragon God had rushed to Long Muyaa’s side, looking at his beloved granddaughter from head to toe, unable to believe that she was still alive. He helped Long Muyaa up, and the old man and the girl both cast grateful looks at Liu Yi. Liu Yi’s expression was invisible, but he could be seen nodding gently, seemingly accepting their thanks.

During the Three Realms Martial Competition, the two mysterious figures who appeared quickly caught the attention of both the righteous forces and the dark forces of the world, and people quickly tried to figure out their identities.

But despite the surprise, the competition had to continue. The old man with a white beard continued to shout, “Now, the fourth qualifying match begins. The opponents are Wind God from the Divine Gate of the Immortal Clan, and… the Lord of Eternal City.” Even the old man himself was surprised after saying those last words. There was a legend in the martial world that a new sect had risen above the Tian Shan Ice Peaks, calling itself the Demon Realm, Eternal City. Could this mysterious man be the Lord of Eternal City? Who would have thought he would appear here too…

If the surprise earlier was like a gentle breeze, then the current surprise was like a hurricane. Both the dark and righteous forces present were lost in their own thoughts… Perhaps the righteous forces feared that Eternal City might ally with the demons, making them even stronger. But the demons also had their own thoughts—maybe they didn’t consider this man to be one of their kind.

Just as Liu Yi was about to step onto the arena, the Wolf King came over and said, “Lord Demon, please ensure a successful strike. This is the best chance for us to overwhelm both the righteous and dark forces. Otherwise, they will keep harassing us.”

Liu Yi nodded gently and said, “Okay, teacher.”

Liu Yi stepped onto the arena quietly, without a trace of dust. His black cloak fluttered gently, adding to the mystery surrounding him.

Everyone worried for Wind God. Judging from the speed at which he drew his sword, he didn’t seem to have any chance of winning. Yet everyone hoped the match would start soon, as they wanted to see what kind of strength the lord of that mysterious sect possessed.

The two stood facing each other. Liu Yi kept his left hand on the ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword. It seemed that the premonition before battle made the sword very active, sending waves of sadness from the blade to Liu Yi, which then transformed into that mysterious power.

Wind God was a very calm person. According to his thinking, even if he couldn’t win, running away would be an option. As long as he left the arena, it would mean he had lost, and then they wouldn’t attack him anymore. With this plan in mind, he seemed to gain some confidence.

Liu Yi stared at the Wind God before him. He still looked exactly the same, unchanged and unaged. It seemed his cultivation must have improved greatly over these ten years.
The judge stepped forward to the two of them and said, “The fourth round of the qualifying matches begins now!” After saying that, he immediately stepped back, as if afraid that these two might hurt his old bones.
The two merely stared at each other without attacking right away. The Wind God politely bowed and said, “I beg the city lord to show mercy.”
Liu Yi remained silent. Although his right hand was hidden behind his back, anyone could tell that, with his level of cultivation, that was the fastest position to draw a sword and the best angle—his right hand seemed to conceal deadly intent, making it seem like there was no chance for the other party to act.
Liu Yi simply said softly, “Attack. I won’t kill you.” His tone was filled with disdain and contempt. Even the calm-minded Wind God grew annoyed—was this not an insult? Wasn’t it implying he had no chance of winning?
Suddenly, the arena fell silent, and so did the people outside. It seemed they could even hear the sound of the wind, as they wanted to see what the master of this Eternal City in the Three Realms was capable of. Everyone widened their eyes, having missed seeing him draw his sword earlier, and now they dared not even blink, fearing they might miss this spectacle.