Chapter 748: Cage Of Ten Thousand Swords (1/2)

Liu Bai stood up.

The disciples of the Sword Garret turned serious when recalling the words their teacher had said previously. They knew that he had decided not to wait anymore, which meant that the fiercest battle in the cultivation field was about to happen.

It was at this moment that the voile on the divine chariot were pulled open. Out of the veil came Ye Hongyu, and she walked into the field.

The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army which was once depressed turned silent for a moment, and then they burst into cheers.

Ye Hongyu was the real genius in Haotian Taoism. She was Prince Long Qing's greatest compet.i.tion, and the last opponent Ning Que would like to face. Cheng Pipi was the record holder of being the youngest person to reach the Knowing Destiny State, but if Ye Hongyu had wanted to, she could have broken Cheng Pipi's record.

That might not sound persuasive enough, but it had been proved that Ye Hongyu could achieve whatever she wanted. For example, she wanted to be the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

Seeing Ye Hongyu show up on the field, Liu Bai stopped moving forward, folding his hands at his back.

Liu Bai didn't like those bigwigs in the West-Hill Palace, including the Hierarch Lord. Ye Hongyu might be the only one in there that he liked, or admired.

He was closely connected with Ye Hongyu not because he was the one who had drawn the paper sword in the letter which later helped Ye Hongyu to get on the black jade throne in the verdict of the Divine Palace. It was because he knew that Ye Hongyu was never limited within the realm of the sword, and she had already succeeded in the Divine Skills of Haotian Taoism.

Liu Bai still thought that Jun Mo was more powerful than Ye Hongyu. But he also thought that after Jun Mo said ”you're no match for me” yesterday, it was possible that Ye Hongyu could win if she chose to fight at the moment.

He wondered what Ye Hongyu would do.

And he was eager to know the result of the fight between Ye Hongyu and Jun Mo.

So again, he chose to witness the battle.

The morale of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had been cut seriously by the iron sword outside the Verdant Canyon. But the soldiers cheered up again when Ye Hongyu came into their sights.

Ye Hongyu walked towards the canyon, and she didn't stop until she reached the center of the field.

Overwhelming cheers came from behind her, getting louder and louder, but then the cheers stopped.

Numerous eyes filled with tremendous excitement and expectation looked at the scarlet Divine Robe of Judgement she was wearing.

She could make such a large impact on the Coalition Army's morale just by standing out there because she was the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill Palace. This was so even though she was the youngest Great Divine Priest of Judgement in the history of West-Hill Palace.

The Great Divine Priest of West-Hill Palace was the position that countless cultivators of Haotian Taoism looked up to, and Haotian believers took the Great Divine Priest as their G.o.d. They couldn't possibly think that their G.o.d would lose the fight to a mortal.

There were un.o.bservable deployments in the Military camp of the Coalition Army. Tens of thousands of people flowed out of the camp and into the most forefront part of the battlefield. They watched what was happening in the field with excitement, with spears and pikes in their hands.

The cheers and noisy chatter ceased.

The whole world was quiet.

Then a knocking sound rang.

That was the sound of the end of spears. .h.i.tting the ground.

A growing number of people were hitting the ground with the weapons in their hands, and it was becoming louder and louder.

Tens of thousands of spears and pikes. .h.i.t the ground, and the ground started to shake.

The impacting sounds were disordered at first, but they eventually grew in-order, and the beat became faster. At last, it ended with the loudest and heaviest sound.

Boom!

The sound which was once like beating war drums finally rumbled like thunder.

And just at the thundering moment.

Ye Hongyu pulled out her sword.

Faced with a horrible opponent like Jun Mo, Ye Hongyu had to make sure that she had waved the sword at her best.

While she was waving, her black hair banded by the Golden Divine Crown was blown backwards and danced in the wind.

Her eyes lit up, and deep inside her eyes, two sparks of the Divine Light started flaming. In the golden flames it could be seen that the purest soul was dancing.

She had waved out the sword, but the Taoist Sword was still in her hand.

The thin Taoist Sword didn't turn into a long rainbow and fly to the Verdant Canyon, neither did it vanish in the wind. It was held in her hand, pointing at the man in the far-away Verdant Canyon.

The Taoist Sword wasn't drawn out.

But the swords were.

The sky was gloomy.

And the field before the green mountains looked bleak.

Suddenly, thousands of turbulence arose between the heaven and earth, heading straight to the Verdant Canyon.

A white turbulence was a sword mark.

Ye Hongyu figured out the boundaries of Heaven and Earth with the Divine Light, and she waved out sword marks with Haotian Divine Skills.

Hundreds of sword marks flew over the field, crossing the corpses littering the ground and blood stains, and flew directly towards the Verdant Canyon.

More sword marks soared directly into heaven. When they were reaching the dark cloud layers, they fell in perfect arches like arrows, heading directly towards the Verdant Canyon.

These sword marks were closer to heaven. They took in the daylight in the cloud layers and reflected it into colorful rays which looked like real light swords.

It was as beautiful as a dream.

Countless solemn and pure sword marks were given out by the point of the Taoism Sword held by Ye Hongyu. Some of the marks were slow, and some were swift. Some of them soared into heaven and some leaned on the Earth. All of them were heading directly to Jun Mo.

Watching the incredible scene, cheers burst out from the Military camp of the West-Hill Palace Coalition Army.

However, Liu Bai frowned with confusion.

Jun Mo's armor was the best in the world.

The b.l.o.o.d.y and dusty armor needed no more than a flutter of a breeze to s.h.i.+ne as if it were new.

The s.h.i.+ning armor reflected the scene of the world around like a mirror.

The dismal sky above the green mountains.

The field soaked in red blood.

And hundreds of solemn and pure sword marks.