King of Nine Skies-Chapter 195 - :Crowned by Fury

The crowd all looked at the butcher. Although he was pushed back by the crowd, no one would look down upon him. The fact that the sixth drum of battle had cracked was already quite remarkable.

The gazes of the people in the Snow Moon Temple all fell upon the Berserker. A faint sneer appeared in their eyes. They were eager to see how this man wearing the bronze mask could compare with the Butcher.

At this moment, one could see Ba Dao standing in front of the bells and drums, his gaze calm and profound. Suddenly, a domineering aura of martial power emerged from him.

The crowd's gaze narrowed. But as they turned their attention, they saw Ba Dao's feet step forward and deliver a palm strike, directly smashing into the first war drum.

"Ha! Ha!"

A crisp sound rang out. There was no deafening cracking sound. Instead, the war drum, like tofu, was directly shattered and cracked open by the domineering palm strike.

Immediately, the second, third and even the fourth bells and gongs were all cut off. With ease, the hegemony sword, even from the very beginning to the very end, was a single motion, a seamless breath.

It was not until the fifth war drum that Ba Dao's hand lifted slightly. Then, suddenly, he slashed down forcefully. Immediately, the gongs and drums broke apart in the middle and flew off to both sides. It was still so effortless and calm.

What's even more terrifying is that even when the Great Sword of Chaos reaches the sixth drum of battle, its form remains the same. Even before reaching the sixth drum, it still strikes out with a single slash.

"Snap!"

The blade was bone-sharp, chillingly cold and terrifying. The sixth battle drum was still so easily shattered, without any pause.

Up to this point, the movements of the Great Sword had ceased. It did not continue to cleave the seventh bell and drum. It seemed to have no interest at all and walked calmly around in a circle, then stepped forward and headed towards the crowd of students at Tianyi Academy.

"Such audacity from a nobody!"

A cold and indifferent voice came out of Ba Dao's mouth, causing the crowd's gazes to narrow slightly. This guy actually insulted the Butcher as a useless person. But compared to him, the Butcher really seemed rather weak.

The butcher's face was extremely pale and ashen. His complexion alternated between pale and flushed. Back in Yunhai Sect, he was regarded as a genius and was overbearing. Even after arriving at Xue Yue Holy Order, he still received intensive cultivation training. But now, he was insulted as a useless person and couldn't even refute it.

On the sixth battle drum, he delivered a full-throated strike, causing it to crack. However, the Great Sword easily cleaved it in two. The disparity between the two was simply too great.

"Not bad."

Duan Wuyi gave a light chuckle and said in a faint tone, "Is there anything even stronger?"

The crowd looked at each other in confusion. Then many more people came forward to try it out, but in the end they couldn't do any better than this. Even the sixth-faced bell and drum couldn't repel them.

"Li Hui, this time we've brought along the strongest among us. Why don't you go and show them what you're made of and make them feel your might?"

At this moment, in the direction of Xue Yue Holy Temple, the Butcher said to Ling Huo Heshan beside him, "We were both disciples of Yunhai Sect in the past. Now that we are both in Xue Yue Holy Temple, we naturally need to get acquainted with each other a bit."

Linghu Heshan gave a slight shake of his head and looked at the crowd of people from Tianyi College on the other side, saying, "That person in white is named Ao Xue, a member of Tianyi College ranked third in the student ranking. Although he usually acts in a low-key manner, his strength is truly unpredictable. I didn't expect that he would come this time either. I'm not absolutely certain that I can defeat him."

Linghu Heshan's words made the Butcher's gaze tighten. Then he turned his eyes towards the beautiful-looking Qian Aoxue sitting on the opposite side. At that moment, Qian Aoxue's eyes, which were as strange and beautiful as those of a woman, were also looking at him. The eyes were so dazzling that the Butcher's gaze flickered for a moment. He dared not look directly into those eyes.

Among the disciples who came to the Snow Moon Holy Temple this time, Lingguo Heshan was the strongest. If he were to act, Zhan Aoxue would surely step forward as well. At that time, if Lingguo Heshan lost, the Snow Moon Holy Temple would look bad in public. Therefore, without absolute certainty, Lingguo Heshan would not take action.

"Here's the honor I'll help you retrieve." At this moment, beside the crowd at the Snow Moon Temple, the young man sitting right next to the first one spoke up. This person was indeed Yue Tianchen.

Standing up, Yue Tianchen looked at Duan Wuyi and the latter's companion, Duan Xinye, and said, "Your Highness, the safety of the princess is naturally my responsibility to safeguard. No one else is qualified to contend for it."

The voice of Yue Tianchen was arrogant, yet the crowd felt it was all but natural.

Yue Tianchen is the inheritor of the Yue family. He holds an extremely noble status and his own strength is at the level of the 7th rank in the Lingwu Sect, extremely powerful. Moreover, with that terrifying martial spirit, those stronger than him will not dare to provoke or offend him, while those weaker than him will only have to endure his humiliation.

Duan Xin Ye's eyes flickered for a moment. He said nothing. But Duan Wuyi chuckled softly and said, "Then it all depends on how many battle drums you, Moon Brother, can beat."

Yue Tianchen gave a slight nod. However, he did not immediately head towards the direction of the war drums. Instead, his gaze shifted towards the crowd of Tianyi College students, or rather, towards Lin Feng.

"The princess enjoys a lofty status. Anyone who can match up with a princess must be flawless in terms of martial arts talent or birth. Those who are of low status and humble background, and who think they can get away with a little bit of strength and then act presumptuously and arrogantly, seeking to claim the princess's dignity and seek favor from the powerful, are extremely ridiculous."

Having said that, Yue Tianchen walked straight to the front of the war drum, his gaze solemn.

A glint of surprise flashed across the crowd's eyes. Their gazes all fell on Lin Feng. Although Mo Tianchen didn't name him, it was obvious that he was talking about Lin Feng just now.

Lin Feng, could he also be coveting the princess?

At this moment, Lin Feng's gaze slightly froze, and a trace of cold light flickered in his eyes.

He is of humble status and has no idea of the grandeur of heaven and earth. How could he still expect to seek the princess's favor and seek to climb up the social ladder by flattery and flattery?

At this moment, only to hear Yue Tianchen continue to speak: "Today, I would like to sing a song for the princess."

As soon as the words were spoken, a deep and distant voice came out of Yue Tianchen's mouth.

"Vast expanse of snow and moonlight, soldiers beating drums."

"Boom!"

A deafening sound rang out above the high-pitched singing of Yue Tianchen, and the first war drum cracked and shattered.

"Arming oneself with armor and having lofty aspirations and ambitions."

"Boom, boom!"

A word, a tremor, and then two opposing drums burst into sound.

"Men's blood is boiling with passion, they traverse the vast expanse of mountains and rivers..."

Yue Tianchen's voice was shrill and resonant. A torrent of boundless and overwhelming passion surged through his body. Two more palm strikes were launched forth. The fourth and fifth bells and drums were instantly obliterated.

The air of arrogance in Yue Tianchen's tone did not fade away; instead, it became even more pronounced.

"Establishing a lasting and magnificent achievement."

Yue Tianchen moved forward a step. His entire figure was like a streak of light, unstoppable, smashing through everything. With a deafening boom, the sixth battle drum cracked again.

At this moment, one could see that Yue Tianchen's body was pounding the ground with great force, the yellow soil roared, as if there were billows of smoke and fire rolling by, and a terrifying shockwave spread out.

Yue Tianchen, with one palm, unleashed a powerful blow and it landed on the war drum.

"Only to welcome the noble lady's return!"

A deep voice rang out. Ma Tianchen's breath finally dissipated. A cracking sound was heard. The Seventh Battle Drum was shattered into pieces.

"Amidst the vast expanse of snow and moonlight, soldiers beat drums, wearing armors and helmets, with lofty aspirations and heroic ambitions."

"Men of valor, they brave through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, striving to achieve everlasting accomplishments. All for the purpose of welcoming the noble lady back with honor."

The crowd murmured in low voices, gazing at that handsome figure. Their hearts trembled and a slight warmth rose in their bodies.

Especially for those Snow Moon soldiers, each of them has eyes shining with a dazzling luster, as if they were the main characters in this song.

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"OK."

The crowd at the Snow Moon Temple all shouted loudly in support of Yue Tianchen, cheering him on. Above them, Duan Tianlao also smiled slightly and said, "Tianchen truly deserves to be the inheritor of the Moon Family. With such lofty aspirations, even with just a breath, when he sang and chanted, he managed to break seven war drums in a row. This is truly rare and matches the princess so well."

From singing loudly to attacking the seven-faced bell and drum, Yue Tianchen's breath never ceased. Even when attacking, he still sang loudly. This was much more difficult than pure attacking. After all, there was only one breath and it couldn't be paused.

Turning around, Yue Tianchen nodded slightly at Duan Tianlang before looking at Duan Xinye. A hint of gentle smile appeared in his eyes. Duan Xinye also gave a slight smile and remained silent.

"Quite right." Duan Wuyi smiled and nodded. "I never expected that Brother Yue not only has extraordinary talent but also such a remarkable literary flair. It's truly rare."

"It's nothing, Your Highness. You're too kind." Yue Tianchen's eyes showed a hint of smugness. Then he glanced at Lin Feng as well. Perhaps in his eyes, Lin Feng had already become his imagined rival.

"Not only is it a trifling skill, but it's downright nonsensical and meaningless."

At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice rang out, causing the gazes of the crowd to briefly narrow. Was it something nonsensical and incomprehensible?

Looking towards the person who had opened the door, it was Lin Feng.

"That fellow has such a big mouth!" murmured the crowd to themselves, having some complaints about Lin Feng.

Luo Tianchen's eyes narrowed slightly, coldly looking at Lin Feng and teasingly saying, "Since I'm neither a man nor a woman, why don't you give it a try?"

"Exactly so."

Lin Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. In the Nine Heavens Continent, there were far too many people stronger than him in martial arts. But when it came to poetry recitation and time travel, he was second to none. Who would dare to say he was the best?

Standing up, Lin Feng walked slowly out and approached another row of drums. This scene made everyone's eyes widen in astonishment. Lin Feng was actually going to do it!

In everyone's eyes, there was a hint of anticipation. They were eager to see how Lin Feng could outdo Yue Tianchen in terms of strength and talent. It seemed rather unlikely, didn't it?

Duan Wuyi and Duan Xinye were also looking at Lin Feng, their gazes carrying a hint of anticipation. This guy, I wonder what kind of tricks he'll come up with next.

"I'm really curious to see whether you can break through the seven-layered drumbeat or recite the poems with great fluency."

Yue Tianchen gave a cold smile, his gaze filled with mockery. Lin Feng, he is impossible to achieve everything that he has accomplished. He will only bring himself humiliation.

Only to see Lin Feng's eyes slightly closed, then he took a deep breath and from his mouth came out a solemn and melodious, resonant voice. Just one word, it shook people's hearts.

"His hair standing on end with rage, he stood at the railing, watching as the rain gradually ceased."