Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Battle Sword Ancestor!

This time, every great clan, every sect, and every cosmic civilization across the entire Guanxuan Universe sent all of their strongest fighters, for this was a command issued directly by the Cabinet, and it had the support of everyone.

This time, it was not merely a Cosmic Tournament!

If Yang Jia won, all would be well. But if Yang Jia lost—

Then they would overturn this universe!

Somewhere.

Bai Ci was also watching the cosmic battlefield below. Behind him stood a group of Guanxuan Divine Guards—the most elite of the Guanxuan Divine Guards.

He was the Acting Chief Minister of the Cabinet, with the authority to mobilize the Guanxuan Divine Guards.

Standing beside him was a young woman dressed in blue.

The blue-clad woman said in a low voice, “Are you really going to do it?”

Bai Ci slowly closed his eyes. “There is no other choice. The Young Lord cannot lose.”

The blue-clad woman fell silent.

This time, the Guanxuan Universe was united as never before. They absolutely could not accept Yang Jia’s defeat—

Truth?

Fairness?

In the face of power, these were nothing but fleeting clouds.

On the other side.

All the strongest fighters of the Guqian Civilization had also gathered. This time, the Guqian Civilization had sent out every one of its elites.

In the void, Nan Yuan looked down upon the cosmic battlefield below, his expression grave.

Behind him, every powerful figure of the Guqian Civilization wore an equally grave expression. They all understood that this Cosmic Tournament was tied to the very future of the entire Guqian Civilization.

Nan Tianqing and Nan Tianqi, the two young women, also wore solemn expressions at this moment. It could be said that the Guqian Civilization had now reached a moment of life and death.

Nan Yuan, who stood at the front, suddenly said, “If Young Master Ye wins, the Guanxuan Universe will surely not let it rest. We must protect Young Master Ye at any cost. As long as he lives, even if every last person of our Guqian Civilization dies today, our civilization will have a day of revival in the future!”

In the gathering, the eyes of every epoch-level powerhouse of the Guqian Civilization shone with unwavering resolve.

There was no way back!

They could only press forward with everything they had, and see it through to the end!

“Ha ha!”

At that moment, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out from nearby.

Everyone turned to look. A group of powerful figures had arrived not far away—it was the Hundred Clans Epoch, led by its chief, Wei Qian.

Wei Qian laughed. “Brother Nan Yuan, how could the Hundred Clans Epoch be left out of this?”

Nan Yuan looked at Wei Qian. “Brother Wei Qian, are you certain?”

Wei Qian nodded. “This time, the Hundred Clans Epoch is willing to stand together with the Guqian Epoch Civilization, through thick and thin.”

Nan Yuan smiled. “Welcome.”

Wei Qian turned to look at the other side and laughed. “The Guanxuan Universe has truly sent out all of its elites this time!”

Below, the crowd surged with excitement, everyone eagerly anticipating the spectacular Cosmic Tournament to come. But many did not know that beneath the surface, undercurrents were already stirring in the shadows.

“The Tournament begins.”

As a voice resounded across heaven and earth, in the next instant, tens of thousands of terrifying auras surged into the sky and poured into that expanse of the void battlefield—

Tens of thousands of terrifying auras represented tens of thousands of participating genius prodigies, each hailing from different cosmic civilizations. It could be said that those gathered here were the most extraordinary individuals in the entire universe at this moment.

These prodigies taking part in the Cosmic Tournament were all visibly stirred, their excitement impossible to contain.

For them, this was a golden opportunity to make a name that would last for generations. This battle would be witnessed by everyone across the entire universe.

The scale of this event was far beyond what the Ten Thousand States Tournament of the Guanxuan Universe could ever compare to.

But soon, everyone noticed that neither Ye Tianming nor Yang Jia had appeared.

Everyone knew that these two were the true stars of today!

The crowd looked around in every direction, searching for Ye Tianming and Yang Jia, but still found no sign of them.

And just as everyone was puzzled, suddenly, the space-time in the distance split open, and in the next moment, a young man dressed in white slowly walked out.

“Greetings, Young Lord!”

In the arena, the Guanxuan Universe spectators immediately bowed down in unison.

At that moment, the eyes of everyone across the entire universe snapped onto that white-robed young man.

Yang Jia!

The son of the Guanxuan Sword Lord. A circle-breaker at sixteen.

At Yang Jia’s waist, on both his left and right sides, hung two sheathed longswords. He walked slowly toward the crowd, radiating an air of noble bearing.

And at that moment, the cosmic genius prodigies who had come to compete all felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them.

In the shadows, when Nan Yuan and the others laid eyes on Yang Jia, their expressions all became incomparably grave. This was the greatest prodigy the Guanxuan Universe had to offer right now—a circle-breaker at sixteen… Not only that, but he cultivated the sword, martial arts, and the physical body simultaneously, and had achieved extraordinary heights in all three, whether in the sword dao, the martial dao, or the physical body.

Beyond all that, he had also awakened what was currently the number one bloodline in the Guanxuan Universe!

The Frenzied Demon Bloodline!

To this day, no bloodline had ever been seen that could stand against it!

Beside Nan Yuan, Wei Qian also wore a grave expression, murmuring in thought, “How did Young Master Ye manage to defeat him back then?”

A prodigy like this was practically born to be invincible!

Let alone the younger generation—even some of the older powerhouses would find it extremely difficult to contend with him.

With Yang Jia’s appearance, the expressions of the genius prodigies gathered for the Cosmic Tournament all became solemn.

After entering that expanse of the void battlefield, Yang Jia raised his head and swept a glance around. When he did not see the person he was looking for, his brow immediately furrowed.

Ye Tianming was not here!

Could it be that he truly was not coming?

But the moment that thought arose, he dismissed it himself. He knew that Ye Tianming would definitely come.

At this point, the geniuses of the Guanxuan Universe all moved to stand behind Yang Jia. Among them was Ye Jinghong, who had by now reached the level of Grand Sword Emperor. His entire bearing was sharp and unrestrained, his sword intent fierce and cutting.

Beyond the Guanxuan Universe, the civilizations that were affiliated with it also rallied to Yang Jia’s side. Those genius prodigies naturally all wanted to get on good terms with Yang Jia. It was no joke—if they could become friends with Yang Jia, not only would their standing within their own civilizations rise considerably, but they would also effectively gain a supreme protective talisman for themselves!

A friend of Yang Jia—

That identity alone was enough to let one walk sideways across the entire universe.

However, those cosmic genius prodigies had no chance to get close to Yang Jia, because surrounding him were all the prodigy scions of the Guanxuan Universe’s top-tier great clans—in other words, the current Crown Prince faction of the Guanxuan Universe. They would not easily allow outsiders to approach Yang Jia.

Seeing that Yang Jia’s gaze was still searching, everyone understood—he was looking for the young man called Ye Tianming.

At that moment, a black-robed young man in the arena suddenly laughed. “Could it be that the one called Ye Tianming doesn’t dare to show up?”

The moment those words were spoken, some of the genius prodigies from civilizations affiliated with the Guanxuan Universe burst into laughter.

But the genius prodigies on the Guanxuan Universe’s side alone did not laugh. Ye Jinghong’s brow furrowed even deeper, and he cast a cold glance at those who were mocking and jeering.

At that moment, Nan Tiansi suddenly stepped forward. His gaze fell on the black-robed young man who had just spoken. “You. Come out.”

The black-robed young man apparently did not recognize Nan Tiansi, and stepped forward at once, laughing. “What, are you going to stand up for that Ye Tianming? You…”

Before he could finish, he suddenly saw a terrifying force sweep toward him—

Boom!

Before the black-robed young man could even react, he was sent flying directly backward, crashing heavily to the ground. His physical body shattered in an instant, leaving only his soul.

Everyone was stunned.

Nan Tiansi glanced indifferently at the black-robed young man. “If you’re going to flatter someone, at least use your head. Do you understand what kind of situation this is? Is this something you should be sticking your nose into?”

The black-robed young man’s face turned extremely ugly, but he did not dare say another word, for the gap in strength between them was simply too vast.

Nan Tiansi turned to look at Yang Jia, who stood not far away, and was about to speak when a voice suddenly rang out from nearby. “Brother Si, let me take the first fight. What do you say?”

Nan Tiansi turned to look. A powerfully built man came striding over.

The newcomer was none other than Gong Shen, the number one genius of the Hundred Clans’ Gong Clan.

Nan Tiansi thought for a moment, then nodded. “Go ahead.”

Gong Shen strode toward Yang Jia, fixing his gaze on him with a grin. “They say you’re the number one genius in the entire universe right now. I’d very much like to test that for myself.”

Yang Jia gave him a calm glance, then looked over at Nan Tiansi. “You can both come at once.”

Come at once!

Those words instantly ignited the atmosphere in the arena. Countless Guanxuan Universe spectators erupted into cheers all at once.

Gong Shen laughed. “No need.”

With that, he stepped forward. The moment his foot landed, his body surged to tens of thousands of times its original size in an instant.

True Spirit Nine Transformations, Ninth Transformation!

Wave after wave of terrifying aura and pressure swept out from within him, shaking the space-time all around.

Everyone in the arena who witnessed this was horrified… and scrambled back in retreat, not daring to stay too close to Gong Shen.

Gong Shen looked down at Yang Jia below him. In the next instant, he drove a ferocious punch straight down at Yang Jia. The moment that punch was thrown, the space-time across the entire arena began to churn, and an overwhelming pressure, like the sky itself collapsing, came grinding down toward Yang Jia!

At that very moment, Yang Jia’s left thumb gave a light push.

Hum!

The Qingxuan Sword flew out!

A sword beam a thousand zhang long rose from the ground and slashed ferociously toward Gong Shen.

Boom!

Gong Shen’s colossal body, tens of thousands of zhang tall, shattered completely… and at the same time, a sword beam pinned Gong Shen in place, leaving him unable to move!

Across heaven and earth, not a sound was heard.

The number one genius of the Hundred Clans Epoch had been completely defeated in a single move?

Yang Jia slowly raised his head to look at Gong Shen not far away. “Let alone you—even that ancestor of your Hundred Clans Epoch, the Hundred Clans Progenitor himself, would be no match for me!”

With that, he slowly closed his eyes. “Ye Tianming, come out!!”

That final sentence rang out across heaven and earth like a thunderclap!

Everyone could feel the battle intent of this Young Lord of Guanxuan!

But there was no response whatsoever!

People could not help but wonder—could it be that Ye Tianming had truly fled the field at the last moment?

Seeing that there was still no movement anywhere around him, Yang Jia slowly closed his eyes. After a long moment, he said quietly, “You disappoint me.”

With that, he turned to leave.

But at that very moment, a sword beam suddenly tore open the void battlefield, and in the next instant, a young man in plain robes slowly walked out from within that sword beam.

Ye Tianming!

Yang Jia opened his eyes. He stared fixedly at Ye Tianming, his eyes filled with excitement. “You’ve finally come.”

In his hand, Sword Ancestor trembled faintly. Then, one after another, sword cries surged into the sky, and in just an instant, they shattered the space-time all around—

Not far away, the Xingdao Sword in Ye Tianming’s hand also trembled faintly, and sword cries surged into the sky one after another—

Xingdao battles Sword Ancestor!