Vol 12 Chapter 18 (2/2)
That being said, the survivors were all trueused them to temper his sword arts; the sas a weapon of battle, and in battle his sword arts rose in poith great speed Ning fused both the Dao-Path of Rainwater and his Dao-Path of the Inferno into his Dao of the Sword; it was hard when it needed to be hard and soft when it should be soft He was now significantlyQi and Adept Snowfly
The people in the ihed repeatedly with incomparable amazeram, and each of them were peerless monsters…but there were still a few that shone with particular splendor
One of the!
“Ji Ning’s sword arts are i pace He’s far raram…he should be one of the most powerful”
“As I see it, Ji Ning can become number one in this Conclave of Immortal Destiny!”
“He’s only trained for thirty years; how can he be so powerful?!”
“Monster, what a monster!”
“This Ji Ning was born to be a Sword Immortal! After only thirty years, he has already reached such a level; I’ve trained for thirty thousand years, but am inferior to him What a damn waste of my life!”
“In the entire Conclave, as far as sword arts go…Ji Ning is definitely number one!”
The individuals who had co ast themselves
There was no question whatsoever that of the hundred thousand-plus who had entered this Conclave, Ning was the number one Sword Immortal! After all, those feere on his level, such as Xia Zishan, Adept Ninedeaths, Adept Blackstone, and the Sloppy Daoist were not Sword I, and so naturally there werewould become number one in this tournament
The ht Palace
Patriarch Arcanum seeh it was true that the Youngflafla Zishan…in the world of the Diagra as Ji Ning was
“This Ji Ning…” Patriarch Arcanuround his teeth
“The more of a talented monster he is, the more he needs to be eradicated!”
“H enius in a Conclave There’s a Conclave every three centuries I can’t even count how one on…but howCelestial Immortals?” Patriarch Arcanum mused silently to himself, “If you can’t become a Celestial Imrand stage”
“The Xia Emperor cares deeply about this Conclave, and quite a few Pure Yang True I ; after all, consider how exalted a status True Immortals have! They are experts of the Three Realms who definitely will not choose apprentices casually They shouldn’t decide to accept Ji Ning as a disciple, right? So long as the True Immortals don’t take him as apprentice…once the chance comes, I’ll definitely exterminate him”
Patriarch Arcanum felt an extremely intense desire to kill
He had truly felt love for Youngflae hi was by now an enorflame clan had even sent Deathsworn to assassinate his one day…how could he not desire to take revenge?
Given how much monstrous talent he had displayed in this Conclave…how could Ji Ning be perrow like this?
He had to be eradicated!
But of course…if a Pure Yang True I as his disciple, then Patriarch Arcanum would have no choice but to s this bitter fruit
“Generally speaking, the nu True Immortal accepts can be counted on one hand They definitely will not casually accept new apprentices” Patriarch Arcanum quietly hoped that none of the True I as a disciple If that happened…he would truly be stupefied
Ning sat in the lotus position atop the mountain peak
Suddenly…
“The year has ended The eighty contestants with the most talishtram of the Mountains and Rivers” The voice of the E out in the ram
With it, a ru sound could be heard…
Rays of golden light shot out to surround Ji Ning, Xia Zishan, Adept Ninedeaths, the Sloppy Daoist, and the rest of the eighty So around, and still others were sleeping In short, all of their bodies were surrounded by golden light; clearly, the light was meant to let the people in the outside world be able to clearly see who the eighty were
Swish, swish, swish!+
The eighty were all iram
“The 159 of you who ree in the final battle Only sixteen of you are perram” The voice of the Emperor of the Grand Xia reverberated in each of their minds…and then all 159 of therassland
A grand sealing for a hundred kilometers
All 159 of the formation
They all looked towards their fellow contestants
“Start killing,” boomed the voice of the Emperor of the Grand Xia
Instantly, the 159 coan a berserk, final struggle against each other This was a very sion of just a hundred kilometers; to people like thele movement…and with so many of them present…the battle here was exceptionally fierce and miserable Many people were forced to voluntarily throw our their talisive up
The clouds in front of the ht Palace
Ji Ning and the rest of the eighty all appeared atop the cloud They looked at each other
“Eh?” Ning quickly saw quite a few fawu Jiu, Adept Blackstone…
“Senior apprentice-brother” Ning saw the Sloppy Daoist as well
“Junior apprentice-brother Ji Ning” The Sloppy Daoist beamed as well
“The eighty of you, all stand up!” An attendant wearing a crown spoke out to them coldly: “The other sixteen will appear shortly, at which point the ninety-six of you will jointly follow o pay your respects to his I True Immortals of the Three Realms have also arrived to watch All of you need to knohat the rules are; no matter what, you cannot offend or disturb one of the True Immortals”
The crowned attendant had a pale, beardless face He had an insidiously cold aura, and Ning and the others could tell from the invisible ripples of power that radiated from the man that this person…was most likely a Celestial Immortal
This caused Ning and the others to all secretly sigh in amazement
It was possible that not one of the hundred thousand-plus competitors would become a Celestial I and the others to feel an invisible pressure push down upon them