Supreme Monarch of Eternity

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**Spiritual Void Slash!**

The onlookers surrounding the arena couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment as they witnessed the sword strike. Ye Wushuang had actually mastered the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique!

“**This guy is also a swordsman.**”

“**He never used a sword in previous battles. It seems he was truly hiding his strength.**”

“**Damn it, even with hidden strength, he could defeat those few Dongxu realm geniuses. If he didn’t hide his strength, how strong would he be?**”

“**It seems Su Chenyang and Yin Shenghao really care about Ye Wushuang. They even passed on the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique to him. Of course, the most important thing is that he has mastered it.**”

As Ye Wushuang’s sword struck out, Lu Shao responded with a sword strike of his own. The terrifying sword energy collided instantly, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Lu Shao stood his ground, unsurprised. The Lingjian Pavilion already knew that Ye Wushuang had mastered the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique. However, in Lu Shao’s eyes…

The true version of the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique resided within the Lingjian Pavilion!

He, Lu Shao, had cultivated it using the true version, while Ye Wushuang’s mastery must have been taught by Su Chenyang and Yin Shenghao. Without the complete true version of the martial technique, even with guidance from someone at the摘星化境, Ye Wushuang’s mastery would inevitably have flaws.

Lu Shao didn’t believe he would be inferior to Ye Wushuang!

If it was a sword technique duel…

Then let it be a duel!

On the arena, the two figures stood firm.

“**Spiritual Void Slash!**”

Almost simultaneously, the two swung their swords and charged forward. The Purple Flame Mystic Sword condensed strands of sword energy, resembling flickering purple flames, full of a boiling state.

The sword energy released by the Tai’a Sword was even more like the asuras from the netherworld, tearing through everything as it surged forward.

Ding ding ding……

On the arena, the clashing of sword energy and the clanging of sword against sword continuously rang out.

“**Earth-Cleaving Slash!**”

In another instant,

the two struck their swords at the same time.

The sword energy howled, flying close to the ground, like a thousand horses galloping, rushing towards each other.

The same sword move.

When wielded by these two different individuals, it displayed completely different levels of power and lethality.

It was simply eerie.

This was the legendary sword technique left behind by that Ling Shengtian Pavilion leader.

Ling Shengtian, a figure who dominated an entire era, anything related to him was always filled with fascinating legends.

Boom……Boom隆隆……

On the arena, roars erupted.

Strands of gazes focused on the scene.

The Demon God Illusory Sword Technique, when performed, was nothing short of a magnificent visual feast.

“**Sky-Cleaving Slash!**”

“**Sky-Cleaving Slash.**”

Two voices resounded.

The sword energy burst forth once more.

The third move of the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique, strands of sword energy shot upwards, interweaving into a sky-wide net. The two nets swallowed and dissolved each other.

Soon.

Lu Shao’s face turned dark and sallow, with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

The same sword move.

After three exchanges, while outsiders couldn’t discern much, Lu Shao clearly felt that Ye Wushuang’s every sword swing was firmly suppressing him.

Why?

He, Lu Shao, had been praised by his father and the elders for his mastery of the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique. He was considered the most proficient genius in cultivating this sword technique in nearly a century.

But now.

He was actually being suppressed by Ye Wushuang?

“**Dragon-Rising Slash!**”

As the sword energy dissipated, the two once again swung their swords and charged forward simultaneously.

Boom!!

On the arena, the sound of a muffled thunderclap resounded.

Bang!!

Soon, a deep, resonant collision sounded.

Lu Shao’s figure retreated, falling onto the barrier of the arena, his body collapsing to the ground, with a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Ye Wushuang stood on the arena, holding his sword, looking at him with a contemptuous gaze.

“**It seems that in the Lingjian Pavilion, no one controls the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique more proficiently than me, Ye Wushuang.**”

These words.

It was as if he had slapped the face of everyone in the Lingjian Pavilion.

Their own inherited imperial martial technique, cultivated by their own disciples, was not as well-mastered as by an outsider!

And this outsider was someone cultivated by those defined as traitors by their own orthodox faction.

A great humiliation.

Lu Shao, holding his spiritual sword, had killing intent surging in his eyes.

“**What are you, Ye Wushuang?**”

Lu Shao took steps forward, his internal energy roaring and raging.

“**Heavenward Slash!**”

With one sword strike.

The Purple Flame Mystic Sword pointed upwards at this moment, with endless sword energy instantly gathering on the sword body.

And at the same time, behind Lu Shao, a hundred-zhang-tall giant sword illusion condensed.

Seeing this scene, a hint of killing intent slowly gathered in Ye Wushuang’s eyes.

The fifth move of the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique, Heavenward Slash.

This sword strike should determine the winner or loser.

The Tai’a Sword flickered with light, its cold and fierce aura was chilling.

“**Heavenward Slash.**”

Ye Wushuang swung his sword.

Endless sword energy adhered to the Tai’a Sword, and behind him, a giant sword also appeared, flashing with a sharp luster.

“**Go!**”

The next moment.

Ye Wushuang charged forward with his sword, and Lu Shao also directly rushed to attack at this time.

The two figures collided with a loud crash.

The giant swords behind them also fiercely clashed at this moment.

Boom!!

It was like the sudden ringing of a great bell.

On Arena Seven.

The sky was filled with sword energy, which pressed against and dissolved each other at this moment.

The strongest offensive of the swordsmen, the most brilliant collision of sword energy.

After a long while.

On the arena.

The residual waves of the sword energy dissipated one by one.

Ye Wushuang, dressed in white, stood firm on the arena, with the Tai’a Sword in his hand, its light fading.

In front of him, Lu Shao’s white clothes were slightly disheveled, his long hair moving with the wind, holding his sword and standing still.

Huh?

The onlookers’ gazes fell upon them, one by one in astonishment.

Was it a draw?

Ye Wushuang’s and Lu Shao’s swordsmanship had to be said to be extremely exquisite and powerful.

But unexpectedly, even at this point, there was still no winner or loser?

At this time, Lu Yixian stood in the pavilion, and seeing the two figures standing still on Arena Seven, he was also quite nervous inside.

He naturally had a good understanding of his son’s strength.

Although he knew Ye Wushuang’s strength was extraordinary, he didn’t think his son would lose.

But after fighting to this extent, it was hard to say……

On the arena.

Ye Wushuang stood with his sword, looking at Lu Shao standing in front of him, with a cold expression.

“**Now, how much confidence do you have left to think you can casually trample on me?**” Ye Wushuang’s voice was indifferent.

Lu Shao, holding the sword, his face sallow, cursed, “**I will definitely kill you.**”

In an instant.

The spiritual energy inside his body surged, and the Purple Flame Mystic Sword in his hand shone brightly.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang turned his palm, put away the Tai’a Sword, put his hands behind his back, looked at Lu Shao, and said indifferently, “**You’re really stupid!**”

Upon hearing this, Lu Shao’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he took a sudden step forward.

But just at this moment……

Bloodstains suddenly appeared on Lu Shao’s body, as if he were a fish being cut, with fine bloodstains covering his chest, arms, cheeks, thighs……

Blood dripped down, following the thin, thread-like wounds on his body, continuously flowing out.

As Lu Shao took a step forward, his legs bent, and he knelt down with a thud.

“**You…**”

The Purple Flame Mystic Sword in his hand was raised with difficulty, pointing at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang walked step by step to Lu Shao’s side, pinched the sword blade, took away the Purple Flame Mystic Sword, and then held the sword handle, inserting the sword tip into Lu Shao’s neck.

Blood bubbled out.

Lu Shao opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word.

“**Do you really master the Demon God Illusory Sword Technique?**” Ye