Free Web NovelChapter 1288: Chapter 437 This Sword is Unmatched in Excellence Name_2
The great commander of the overpowering army, deeply concerned for the state affairs, glanced at Huang Buxi, now putting his hopes on this fellow...
Yet Huang Buxi, like a little old man, squinted his eyes, seeming detached from the world, lost in some daze again.
Alas!
In the entire spectator party from Qing Country, no one could speak a word.
The successive defeats in the Outer Building and Inner Court were really hard for the people of Qin, who pride themselves on their martial prowess, to accept.
They had clearly won the Valley battle, achieving a great victory over Strong Chu, at a time when their influence was rapidly expanding, even vying for the title of the strongest with Jinguo.
But the performance at this Yellow River Gathering...
Really not enough to match the national power of Great Qin.
Gan Changan remained silent.
What does it mean for a sword to communicate with the divine?
This is it!
Qin Zhizhen lost fair and square.
He had nothing to say!
On the Arena, this timeless and ultimate swordplay illuminated many hearts.
From the spectator seats of Mugu, Helian Yunyun’s pale blue eyes shifted as she tilted her head to look at Zhao Rucheng.
Though she didn’t speak, the meaning in her eyes was clear—
"Your sworn brother is quite impressive, isn’t he!"
The corners of Zhao Rucheng’s mouth curled up, and he smiled.
A smile of pride, a brilliant smile, an enchantingly charming smile!
This was the first time Helian Yunyun had seen Zhao Rucheng smile so naturally, freely, and openly since she had met him.
So she couldn’t help but smile too.
Meanwhile, she precisely blocked Zhao Rucheng’s smile, not letting the Yuzhen Nun have a chance to see it.
Because of this, she neglected that throughout, Yuzhen was looking towards the direction of the Arena, never shifting her gaze for a moment.
Different from Zhongshan Weisun, who gasped in shock, and Xiahou Lie, the Great Commander who appeared tense and worried for the young talents of Mugu.
Yellow Sheri was simply dazzling, sitting sloppily in her seat, elbows propped on her knees, hands supporting her face, staring infatuatedly at the scene on the Arena.
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Absolutely beautiful!
So beautiful it kills me!
Truly a Fairy of the Sword!
This trip to the Yellow River Gathering was truly worth it!
Xiahou Lie glanced at her sideways for a long while, and she was oblivious to it.
This must be her studying her opponent, right?
The Great Commander of the Valiant Cavalry could only comfort himself this way.
For the spectators from beyond Qing Qi, setting aside national stances, they could immerse wholly into experiencing this battle.
And be profoundly shocked by this scene.
Unrelated to the country, unrelated to anything else, but tied only to the purest, explosive beauty of power. It was the rawest, human acknowledgment of strength. It was in this realm of the Inner Mansion, perhaps the most spectacular scenery they could witness in their lifetime!
Such a magnificent battle scene, engraved upon their eyes, seemed also to imprint upon their hearts, lingering for a long time.
What is called a meeting of wind and clouds?
It’s none other than today.
What is called a peerless hero?
None other than this battle!
And at this moment, on the ancient Arena, under the gaze of thousands...
Jiang Wang took a few steps forward.
The lines of fire on his body still burning, the frost cloak still fluttering behind, and the sword light in his eyes still sparkling.
Indescribably suave, endlessly charming!
His expression was very calm.
No ecstasy of victory, as if this was an inevitable outcome.
No contempt for the so-called subordinates’ defeat, because he too had struggled to get here.
Now, he stood elevated, looking down at Qin Zhizhen on the ground.
He just asked, "How is he now?"
The same question, Jiang Wang asked for the second time.
At that moment, Qin Zhizhen was like a rock weathering a furious sea.
At this moment, Qin Zhizhen lay powerlessly on the ground.
Yama’s Real Body had been shattered, and naturally, the majestic Mian Fu had also faded.
At this time, only the black martial attire still accompanied him.
Maybe also including the broken sword in his hand.
His hand gripping the sword so tightly, as if unwilling to let go.
But the clear light from True Monarch Yu Xi kept bringing warm sensations, continually bringing vitality... This feeling let him know, if not for this clear light, he would have already died.
So he truly lost.
How could I lose?
He thought.
The most dazzling two heroes of this session’s Outer Building, one named Dou Zhao, the other named Zhongxuan Zun.
He believed he wasn’t inferior to either of them.
His control over killing methods wasn’t as sharp as Dou Zhao’s, his development of Divine Skills not as profound as Zhongxuan Zun’s. But he was like a fusion of the two, his methods and Divine Skills had both surpassed the peak!
He should not lose to anyone in the same realm.
Actually, this wasn’t his strongest state.
If at his peak, his Iron Wall Divine Power could merge with the Yama Palace, substituting for the Yama Palace’s physical walls, strengthening the power of the Yama Palace. Yama Palace could leave the void, return to the mortal realm, and exist as a Magic Artifact during battle.
His Yama Emperor’s Real Body wasn’t at its peak either, failing to absorb external powers, losing the black Impermanence, and the Life and Death Judge also sacrificed an arm...
He should have also used the No Clothes Supernatural Power to form a soul garment and draped it over the Yama Emperor’s body.
With the peak state Yama Emperor’s Real Body, clad in a soul garment, one hand holding the Yama Palace, and the other wielding a horizontal and vertical sword— that would be him at his strongest. freeweɓnovel.cøm
But this battle ended with the Iron Wall shattered, the soul garment dissipated.
The Yama Emperor’s Real Body was barely manifested.
The All Transformations Divine Power, although capable of replenishing all strengths, also had its limits. Just compensating for the Void Refining Divine Power’s energy was nearly depleted...
He actually had many reasons.
But how could he, Qin Zhizhen, accept these reasons?
The reason he couldn’t display his strongest state, wasn’t it because he had lost in earlier confrontations?
Those losses weren’t voluntarily conceded, but were forced out step by step in the fierce battle of sword against sword.
