263 Chapter 263 Fully Devoted, Once in a Hundred Battles (2/2)

One sword, two sword! 4 sword! 7 sword! 9 sword!

After 2 breaths when the 9th sword was stabbed out, that silver spiritual shield was smashed into pieces. Then, the sword pierced through, like scaring away the birds and pillaging the wilderness, charging forwards once more.

Jichang was going all out and had finally nearly broken through Zong Shou's sword attack's restriction. However, when the shield was broken, the 10th sword light also chopped down, filling him with shock and despair.

Roaring out without hesitation, he smacked back with the halberd, frantically chopping down with all the energy in his body! When the sword and halberd clashed, there was a loud metallic ring in the air. Numerous clouds were pushed aside by the frantic energy.

Jichang spat out blood, his 2 arms seemed to be paralyzed, unable to raise any strength at all.

In the next instant, the 11th sword sieged over. The true qi in Jichang's body was pretty much dried up, but at that moment, his life potential was brought out. He roared out, his body moving once more and flashing into the distance, his trajectory not changing.

However, in just a short moment, his face was filled with despair. He saw the sword was similarly indiscernible, going back to the thousands of sword light from before and crazily covering over.

All of a sudden, he had nowhere to go, his body went slow for a moment as he felt a vast giant strength striking him.

”Peng!”

Another thud and blood and meat scattered. Along with the light wind, it spurted down and about.

The other Xuanwu ancestors and return to sun spirit masters were wiped clean by Hu Qianqiu and the others in those tens of breaths. The entire altar returned to deathly silence.

Xue Moyan died! Wuye Zhenren died! Lihu Jichang died! Below ascended realm, 3 of the top experts of the world which could all casually be people who stun the west of Donglin a loud continent had all fell successively in just that short moment!

In everyone's thoughts, the one they expected to have the lowest chance of surviving was standing on the platform, totally fine. He didn't have a single injury on his body.

At this moment, even people with the most imagination were filled with a sense of unrealness.

On the contrary, their impression of the teen on the platform had changed.

Although he was thin and weak, the overbearingness when his sword came out was enough to make everyone present tremble.

His face seemed immature and young, no different from normal teens. But he was able to recruit Zong Yuan, have the lightning-quick methods from yesterday, and even bloody slaughter top experts. These actions gave one a deep impression, and one couldn't forget it.

”This was the so-called a tiger acting like a pig, too cunning! Such talent was pretty much cheating. Xue Moyan and Wuye, how unfortunate…”

Chai Yuan sighed in his heart, looking at the center of the altar a hundred feet away. He smiled slightly and felt that the glow that Zong Shou was exuding from his body was extremely eye-piercing.

He was also feeling slightly lucky. He felt lucky that he wasn't willing to work with the Xue family and stepped out of this swamp.

Although he didn't stand on the right side, at least he didn't choose the wrong path.

However, the ruler hid it deeply.

Such an absolute talent like the prince was able to willingly be despised and looked down on by others and didn't break his cover.

He shocked everyone all at once!

He took a look at the person who was heavily injured and his knees broken, and Chai Yuan moved away in disdain.

Before this, he wanted to support Zong Yang to maintain the Gantian Mountain business. That was because although the prince was the son of the ruler, he didn't have much to do with the former race leader and instead had a conflict of interest.

In his heart, he admitted that this Zong Shi was the most talented person of the Zong family in this generation and the one with the most right to inherit the monster king position.

However, to compare the two now was impossible. It was exactly what Hu Qianqiu said, he was an unassuming scum!

The prince was like the clouds in the sky that one couldn't climb above! Zong Shi, no matter how eye-catching he was before, was just dust in the ground, mud for people to step on.

Zong Shou kept his sword, only feeling the true qi in his body and the spiritual energy in his soul ocean was all sucked dry.

The hundred war sword should be the most overbearing sword out of the 4. Slashing out hundreds of swords. However, when facing a group, he still couldn't display that amount of skill with his current cultivation.

And that drunken sword was also extremely strong. Its sword speed was extremely quick, illusionary and indiscernible. It used up a lot of energy, far from what he could support.

Half a day passed and Zong Shou barely recovered. However, his face still had a drunken red look.

In his heart, he had some comprehension. Merging with the incantation of the 4th fist stance, he suddenly understood the mood that the person who had created the fist had.

Looking at it, it was expanded from the indefinite spiritual emperor fist. Was its master Zong Weiran?

...This fist technique wasn't broken, but that it just it wasn't completed?

After thinking for a moment, Zong Shou was unable to determine the answer. He shook his head and stopped bothering about it.

However, he suddenly turned back his head, looking towards that old priest Zong Ling and smiling, ”A good ceremony was interrupted. Who knows. If I use this Zong Shi's head to worship the heavens, will they forgive me!”