Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 791 - 768: Unstoppable (1/3)

Zhou Heng sat in the courtyard, watching the leaves fall one by one, and sighed softly.

How could such a coincidence happen!

After "entering," he immediately pushed away the Blue Dragon Empress and hurriedly left the Immortal Residence, running to the courtyard to absentmindedly watch the falling leaves.

There shouldn’t... really have been anything that happened, right?

After all, it was only through a layer of fabric, so it couldn’t count as truly going in, right? Yes, definitely not, at most a quarter went in, how could that count?

However, it seems to have a different kind of taste!

Damn it, why am I going off-topic again?

This damn place magnified his emotions tenfold, a hundredfold; not only did anger come quickly, but his desire was easily inflamed too!

Zhou Heng closed his eyes pretending to rest, but the voluptuous and enchanting body of the Blue Dragon Empress involuntarily surfaced in his mind, leaving him longing for more.

No, he must leave this place as soon as possible!

Finally, a night passed, and the fifth group competition began, with a Sublimation Emperor named Ji Yuanbo emerging victorious. This man wasn’t weak; he lost to Yan Jinrui in the last contest for the position of Holy Water Envoy, only making it to the top eight, so his strength was definitely sufficient.

With that, the top eight contenders were all decided, and the semifinals would take place in three days, giving everyone ample time to rest. The semi-finals and the finals would also be on the same day, determining the future Holy Water Envoy.

In the next three days, Zhou Heng did not see the Blue Dragon Empress.

He was purposely avoiding her, and the Blue Dragon Empress was even more reluctant to come out of the Immortal Residence, so it was natural that they had no chance to meet.

"Your younger sister isn’t in any trouble, is she?" Zhou Heng asked the Red Dragon Empress.

"No trouble at all! Why would there be any?" The Red Dragon Empress looked at Zhou Heng curiously. At the time, Zhou Heng and the Red Dragon Empress had fallen quickly and got up just as fast, and she was so dizzy from the alcohol that she didn’t notice the brief intimate contact between them.

"Eh, why are you so concerned about her?" The Red Dragon Empress blinked seductively, "Hey, are you harboring feelings for my younger sister? That’s terrible, you’re clearly meant for me, how could you fancy my younger sister! You heartless man!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t spew nonsense as if I’ve jilted you!" Zhou Heng felt overwhelmed, the personalities of these Dragon Clan sisters were entirely opposite.

"You’re not allowed to like my younger sister, you belong to me!" The Red Dragon Empress clung to the hem of Zhou Heng’s clothes, her eyes brimming with tears, her expression changing in an instant.

Zhou Heng sighed again, how did he get involved in this mess!

Another day passed, and it was time for the Holy Water Envoy’s top eight battles to commence. Zhou Heng’s opponent was the victor from the fifth group, Ji Yuanbo, although they were the last pair to compete.

In the previous three matches, Yan Jinrui, Sun Zhuoli, and Qiao Qingqing lived up to expectations, easily defeating their respective opponents without even revealing their true cultivation levels to the audience.

A thousand years had passed, and they had all made significant progress and even obtained great opportunities, which was how they ascended so rapidly on the Martial Path.

Zhou Heng took to the field, standing opposite Ji Yuanbo.

This battle didn’t have a universally acknowledged invincible contender like Yan Jinrui, but Zhou Heng had dominated in the group stages, and Ji Yuanbo was also a formidable figure just below Yan Jinrui’s trio, making this matchup even more captivating to the audience.

Because no one knew who would win this battle, unlike the earlier three matches where everyone already knew the outcome without fighting.

This suspense, of course, existed only in the hearts of the spectators; Zhou Heng himself did not regard Ji Yuanbo as an opponent at all. Beneath the Creation King, who was worthy of being his enemy?

"Within ten moves, I will defeat you!" Ji Yuanbo said with an icy tone, filled with robust confidence.

Zhou Heng laughed heartily and said, "Alright, then I’ll start counting! One, two, three..."

The audience’s faces twitched. Ji Yuanbo had talked about ten moves, not counting to ten. Wasn’t this switching concepts?

"Hahaha, then I shall defeat you within the count of ten!" Ji Yuanbo bellowed, launching an immediate attack. With his spiritual power running, his eight Dharma Aspects appeared all at once, revealing him to be a Sublimation Emperor of Eight Aspects!

No wonder he had such confidence!

This world was not small in its own right, but it was insignificant compared to the outside. The smaller the region, the fewer the people and the slimmer the chances of a genius arising.

Furthermore, the spiritual energy of nature here couldn’t be considered particularly abundant, making it extremely challenging for anyone to break through the limits and become a top-tier expert - an Eight Aspects Sublimation Emperor could indeed be proud!

"Who would have thought, Ji Yuanbo has actually reached the Sublimation Emperor of Eight Aspects, he’s truly qualified to vie for final victory now!"

"A thousand years prior, Yan Jinrui and Sun Zhuoli were but Seven Aspects Sublimation Emperors, and they were already invincible. If they haven’t surpassed those limits themselves, then Ji Yuanbo will certainly be this competition’s ultimate winner!"

"No one expected, Ji Yuanbo would actually reach the Sublimation Emperor of Eight Aspects!"

"He’s got quite the patience!"

With the emergence of Eight Aspects, public opinion heavily favored Ji Yuanbo.

Ji Yuanbo let out a roar, with Eight Aspects in motion, he twisted his palms together, stirring up a purple-red glow that transformed into meteors hurtling wildly towards Zhou Heng.

"Seven, eight, nine, ten!" Zhou Heng counted calmly, and as he uttered "ten," Ji Yuanbo’s attack furiously struck, the timing perfectly aligned for what was meant to be a decisive blow to defeat Zhou Heng.

Bang!

A loud noise erupted, and a wave of dust swept across the Martial Battle Arena, spiraling outwards in all directions.

Everyone watched intently, holding their breath for fear of missing the slightest detail.

As the dust settled, Zhou Heng and Ji Yuanbo could be seen standing ten paces apart, with no clear indication of who had gained the upper hand in the clash that had just occurred.

In a corner of the spectator stands, Yan Jinrui’s gaze flickered, a trace of a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yan, do you find it troublesome?" Sun Zhuoli, who was sitting beside him, asked. Although the two were rivals, they appeared to have a good relationship on the surface, often seen together.

"What does Brother Sun think?" Yan Jinrui countered, not directly answering the question.

Their amiable relationship was merely for show because both hailed from the Creation King’s lineage and were its most outstanding members. They always maintained outward cordiality in their daily interactions.

But when it came to private matters, how could they be willing to reveal the truth?

Yan Jinrui couldn’t discern the depth of Sun Zhuoli, and Sun Zhuoli was equally unable to gauge Yan Jinrui’s True Realm. Both concealed their auras with a Secret Technique, and unless someone’s strength vastly surpassed theirs, it would be impossible to see through them.

"If it’s just the Eight Aspects... I could suppress it with a flick of my wrist!" Sun Zhuoli paused before proudly asserting.

Suppress with a flick of the wrist?

What level of Cultivation Level was that? Nine Aspects, Ten Aspects? Or even... the Sublimation Emperor?

They were both exceptional contemporary figures. With equal strength, they could defeat anyone, and with a strength advantage, they could suppress any opponent with a flip of the hand. Thus, Sun Zhuoli’s statement suggested that he was at least a Sublimation Sovereign of the Nine Aspects!

Was this the truth... or just an exaggerated boast?

Yan Jinrui was not one to take his opponent’s words at face value; these could very well be attempts to bluster and unsettle his own mindset for when they would later face off in battle.

The gamesmanship between Experts was multifaceted, with psychological warfare being of utmost importance.

"Same to you! Same to you!" Yan Jinrui retorted without showing weakness. He wouldn’t dampen his own fighting spirit, and besides, he genuinely possessed such strength—it wasn’t mere bluster.

The two exchanged glances and smiled, but inwardly they pondered over the progress the other had made over the years—had they reached the Eight Aspects, the Nine Aspects, or even broken through to the Sublimation Emperor?

Down in the arena, Ji Yuanbo showed a look of caution. His opponent’s strength was in no way inferior to his, and he had the unsettling impression that Zhou Heng hadn’t yet exerted his full strength!

How could that be possible?

Pushing aside his doubts, Ji Yuanbo reinvigorated his hands and launched another assault at Zhou Heng, a meteoric barrage raining down once more.

Zhou Heng met the attacks with nonchalance. The strength of a mere Sublimation Sovereign of Eight Aspects was far too inferior compared to his. He let his mind wander, thinking of the Blue Dragon Empress and recalling the secluded area he’d inadvertently entered a few nights prior, which left him with an itch in his heart.

"Hiss, where did this guy come from, and how can he be so strong?"

"How has someone this powerful never been heard of before?"

"Things are getting interesting now, with five contenders for the final victor of the competition! It’s a pity, though, that one of these two is destined to be eliminated."

"It’s just the way it is!"

The surrounding crowd was abuzz with discussion, none of them having anticipated Zhou Heng’s formidable power.

Zhou Heng shook his head, dismissing his daydreams, and slightly raised his spirits, causing his Battle Power to skyrocket instantly.

Ji Yuanbo instantly faltered, looking exceedingly haggard under the barrage of Zhou Heng’s relentless attacks. It only took a few moves before he was sent flying with a punch, signaling the end of their battle.

The victor, Zhou Heng!

The semi-finals were swiftly initiated following the draw, with Zhou Heng drawing Yan Jinrui and Sun Zhuoli drawing Qiao Qingqing.

It was anticipated that both matches would be a hard fight, and both were expected to be extraordinarily spectacular battles.

After a brief rest, the first fight kicked off at once, with Zhou Heng facing Yan Jinrui.

"Brother Zhou, how about conceding the match to me?" Yan Jinrui did not commence with an attack immediately; instead, he tried to persuade Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but laugh, responding, "Is your confidence so strong that you think my defeat is a certainty?"

Yan Jinrui crossed his arms behind his back, saying, "Although you indeed possess significant strength, you have no chance against me. However, it would take some effort to defeat you, so why not just concede? After all, this is your first time competing for the role of Holy Water Envoy, and you still have nine more opportunities!"

This man was exceedingly arrogant, yet also quite shrewd. If he could conserve a considerable amount of energy in the semi-finals, he would inevitably be at an advantage in the finals to come!

—The last competition for the Holy Water Envoy had ended this way. He had avoided Sun Zhuoli and Qiao Qingqing, and when they had finished their battle, they had no time to rest and recuperate, making them no match for him.

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