493 Emperor of the Sword (1/2)

Hanfang smiled when he heard that, not mocking and laughing at him at all. The victory or defeat of this battle tugged at the heartstrings of hundreds of thousands of cultivators around here. Even he was also anticipating the outcome.

Moments later, joy appeared in Hanfang's eyes, ”Junior brother has won!”

Fengtian slightly nodded his head, ”He did win!”

Fangwen relaxed, he also saw through the situation. His senior master Zong Shou had indeed shown signs of his victory.

Moments later, the hundred thousand cultivators in the distance were in an uproar. The grade 9 and above experts all stood up.

”Looking at the situation, Tanqiu has won!”

”The great extinction sword has been broken! As long as he has a bit of soul power, Jueyu wouldn't be able to turn the situation around.”

”Jueyu has lost, unbelievable. The positioning of the 6 pinnacle swords will probably have to be changed…”

”1499 swords he defended, attacking with the final sword. Winning with one sword, this battle is similar to 1.5 years ago in the battle in Black Spirit Valley!”

”A grade 9 heaven shocking sword technique like the great extinction sword can be solved and broken within 8 hours. This person's talents are truly unparalleled…”

”...Common people path Tanqiu, one origin great formless sword?”

”From today onwards, there will be one more person in the world who will be listed as one of the top experts in the cloud world. Just grade 7 strength, how unbelievable…”

The moment the discussion noises rose, another loud ”keng” sound spread out in the void.

The silver sword shadow suddenly gave out bright spiritual light, eye-catching. When they met, that black sword wave was like snow meeting a blazing sun, retreating swiftly.

The sword light stabbed in an unstoppable manner--breaking apart Jueyu's attempts to block and forcing him back. Like stars descending, going wherever it liked until lightly dotting on the center of Jueyu's brows.

When this situation happened, even the grade 9 experts who expected it all gave out a sigh.

The hundred thousand cultivators were buzzing. Numerous of them stood up and looked in the sky.

Their expressions were complicated, and most of them filled with awe.

Their eyes were filled with pity and shame for Jueyu, his fairytale, and legend of sweeping the 10 shrines and 19 spiritual houses. They also felt awe from Tanqiu's shooting star-like rise.

”Tanqiu won…”

”From the young generation and defeating Jueyu.”

”How amazing, I long for more!”

”10 days ago, Xuechu fought Jueyu and lost in 146 swords. Today Tanqiu fought Jueyu. After 8 hours and 1450 swords, he won! This common people path isn't something normal sects could compare to!”

”These 2 people are worth their reputation as pinnacle swords! Only, how are the 4 others like?”

Within the common people vast habitat, out of all the disciples, in an unassuming corner. Xuanye was looking in the sky with a startled expression.

...In 1.5 years, she had never stopped working hard. Even during these few months, she hadn't rested for even a moment.

However, why was the gap between Tanqiu and her so huge?

Out of the 2 of them, no matter who it was, she couldn't even take a single sword!

Suddenly she thought back to what her master said. That from start to finish, she was living in a greenhouse, never experiencing rain and wind. Jueyu since he started cultivating at 15, fought 300 battles. From grade 5 starting his growth, pretty much every day was in danger, training in life and death.

He said that this person's sword wasn't something she could compare to.

...This might be the reason for the gap between Jueyu and her.

However, why is this Tanqiu like Jueyu, even a level better than him? That sword technique seems like it had been through thousands of battles and hardships. Well trained whilst not losing its exquisiteness…

Beside her, Yongqin curled her lips. Her tone was slightly weird. It was filled with happiness whilst also a little unwilling to admit defeat, ” Tanqiu won. It seems like I underestimated him! Forget it, seeing how he won this time, I won't argue with him.”

Chenrou broke into a laugh when she heard that. She thought to herself that she didn't underestimate him, but wished he would make a fool of himself such that she could vent her frustration. However, she knew that Yongqin didn't have any nefarious intent.

Out of the group of people, one more person was standing there. It was Yuanfei who looked in the sky with an ashen white expression.

Suddenly, a bell like laugh spread in their ears, ”Isn't that great junior nephew Feiyuan? What are you doing here?”

Yuanfei turned around his head to take a look. He saw Xuechu sitting on a sword. She was flying in mid-air, smiling as she looked at him, her eyes filled with joy.

”In the end, my young master won! You can't change your name, so how?”

Yuanfei's expression turned ashen white to green, green then white. In the end, he sighed and bowed towards Chuxue.

”From today on I, Yuanfei, will be called Feiyuan. Until the sect disciples recognize me, first seat Tan and miss Xuechu allows it, I won't change my name!”

Following which he walked towards the vast habitat in a wobbly manner in dejection.

Chuxue was startled when she saw that, using her fingernails to scratch the corner of her head in confusion.

For some reason, she felt guilty.

It was like changing this name was a huge blow to this Yuanfei?