Free Web NovelChapter 721: Chapter 81: Call Me Daddy
It was a gigantic figure, seemingly pieced together from countless shattered white bones.
Each bone emitted a pale glow, standing out starkly in the dim surroundings.
Its head was a sinister skull, with hollow sockets burning with green ghost fire, casting a chill wherever its malevolent gaze swept.
The corners of its mouth were split to the ears, revealing sharp teeth that seemed capable of shredding any living being.
This giant skeleton had only conjured its upper body, lacking the double legs of the lower half; its arms were like two bloodthirsty scythes, stirring up gusts of wind as they swung.
The surrounding air distorted from this power, and the surface of the Sea of Blood beneath it began to surge tumultuously, spewing thick black smoke, within which countless vengeful spirits seemed to wail.
The next second, an enlarged National Sorrow Sword was gripped in the giant skeleton’s bony claws.
Tattered dark red banners hung like strips around its wrist, fluttering in the wind and rustling like the whispers of death.
Seeing himself about to be submerged by the endless sea of skeletons, Han Zhan tightened his grip on the Xuanyuan Sword.
He smirked, even having the mood to mock, "Is that all?"
As soon as Han Zhan spoke, skeleton soldiers lunged at him, instantly turning the place he stood into a mountain of bones.
The very next moment.
From within the bone mountain, countless brilliant golden rays pierced through, turning it into a golden hedgehog.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
From inside the bone mountain, muffled loud explosions sounded.
With each of Han Zhan’s sword swings, terrifying Sword Qi erupted, reducing all bones touched by the Sword Qi to dust instantly.
Though the gaps cut by the Xuanyuan Sword in the bone mountain were quickly filled, the mountain’s height visibly sank.
A few breaths later, the entire bone mountain collapsed with a crash.
Before Han Zhan could regain his vision through the rising dust, above him, the National Sorrow Sword was gripped by the giant skeleton, slashing down fiercely.
The immense wind pressure from the giant sword caused the smoke on both sides to automatically steer clear, even the Sea of Blood beneath Han Zhan’s feet retreated to the sides, revealing a deeply sunken trench!
The blade of the giant sword gleamed coldly as it cleaved down!
Han Zhan looked up, squinting against the strong wind, letting out a low, rumbling roar from his throat.
"Come!"
He grasped the Xuanyuan Sword, looking like a mere speck of dust compared to the giant skeleton.
Yet, this very speck of dust,
exploded with a golden brilliance, painting the other half of the sky in gold!
The National Sorrow Sword, bearing immense wind pressure in its slash,
was halted!
Han Zhan’s slightly mocking voice rang out once more:
"Is that all?"
As he spoke, Han Zhan continued to channel power into his hand holding off the National Sorrow Sword.
Even with his Talent Ability disabled, Han Zhan, as a Tier Nine Ultimate with his flesh body, combined with the Ancient Divine Weapon, Xuanyuan Sword, remained the strongest sword cultivator.
The Supreme Physique of a Tier Nine Ultimate bared its fangs at this moment.
The giant skeleton commander emerging from the Sea of Blood battlefield, its hand gripping the National Sorrow Sword uncontrollably raised slightly!
Crack.
A crack suddenly appeared at the wrist bone gripping the sword hilt.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
...
On the top stand of Ring One.
The voices of those angrily demanding refunds gradually quieted down.
They could see Luo Qiuhong’s domain underfoot, the endless Sea of Blood battlefield, the resurrected skeleton warriors, and the giant skeleton commander.
They finally understood the power of the National Sorrow Sword in Luo Qiuhong’s hand, a sight not often seen even for Tier Nine Ultimates.
Because that was a domain, a domain!
After witnessing the demonstration of the National Sorrow Sword, most Tier Nine Ultimates gave up the idea of challenging Luo Qiuhong.
They couldn’t win, so why throw their lives away for nothing?
They thought the unfolding of the National Sorrow Sword’s domain was already the most worthwhile scene today.
Little did they expect each subsequent scene to leave them speechless with shock.
What did they see?
Another unknown challenger, Han Zhan, emerging from the piles of skeleton bones, slicing his way out one slash at a time.
Facing the earth-shattering slash of the giant sword, he stood immovable, raising his hand to block the attack.
His whole body erupted with golden Sword Qi soaring skyward; countless strands of Sword Qi collided against the National Sorrow Sword and the bony arm gripping it.
Crack!
They too heard the clear and audible sound of cracking!
"What did I see?"
"A person, breaking the domain with sheer force?!"
"Even with his Talent Ability disabled, he relied solely on his flesh body and the sword in his hand!"
"What Sword God is Luo Qiuhong? This is the true Sword God!"
"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, deeply concealed, this must be the ultimate move of Life Span Boxing Ring, their true trump card! They intervened to take the power into their own hands! Damn, refund!"
The ever-present refund guy shouted loudly.
"Han Zhan! Han Zhan! Han Zhan!"
This time, the spectators in the stands changed their cheers to another name.
Sitting outside the railing, munching on sunflower seeds, drinking beer, and gnawing peanuts were Luo Heng and others, their mouths agape with shock.
The cumulative shocks today might exceed all they’ve encountered in their lifetime.
So, was Han Zhan really the trump card of the Life Span Boxing Ring, a mysterious powerhouse?
Thinking of this, their gazes simultaneously fell on Luo Keyang.
Luo Keyang’s expression was one of shock not less than theirs, "Why are you all looking at me? How could the Life Span Boxing Ring have such a powerful trump card? Am I worthy?!"
"No, I’m not worthy!" Luo Keyang said loudly with a woeful expression.
If before, Han Zhan was merely appreciated by Luo Qiuhong as a gigolo, Luo Keyang could secretly mock and ridicule him,
but now, a Tier Nine Ultimate capable of shattering a domain with a sword was entirely out of his league to mess with.
Imagining himself putting on airs and pua-ing Han Zhan, Luo Keyang felt his future was bleak.
Back to Ring One’s battleground.
As the crack on the giant skeleton’s bony arm began to spread and split apart.
The entire giant skeleton began to shatter, and the National Sorrow Sword it held fell dejectedly, piercing into the Sea of Blood battlefield.
The only thing not dissipating along with the breaking of the giant skeleton was the tattered dark red banner.
Its torn and battered flag was riddled with holes, its emblem unrecognizable.
It rose with the wind, floating higher toward the sky, drifting further away.
The western sun began to sway left and right, the Sea of Blood, and even the entire domain felt like an earthquake, clanging and shaking incessantly.
The dark red sky shrouding the boxing ring became blurry and distorted, finally vanishing, restoring the boxing ring to its original state.
Han Zhan, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, step by step approached Luo Qiuhong, who was sitting fallen beside the National Sorrow Sword under control.
He raised his hand, the sword tip gently lifting Luo Qiuhong’s fair chin as he spoke in a calm voice:
"Call me dad."
At this moment, the previously cheering and shouting spectators fell silent.
The next moment, an excited voice resounded from outside the front railing of the stands:
"I told you so!"
"This is just a part of their play!"
