Chapter 807 - Great Battle At The Palace

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“You’re not wrong to understand it that way,” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “Take the complete Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation for example. The stronger the person setting up the formation, the more powerful it becomes. Can the formation set by a God Meridian cultivator compare with one set by a Grand Emperor? Even if it’s the same formation, different people setting it up will naturally result in differences in many aspects.”

Hearing Xu Zimo’s words, Sword Monarch nodded slightly.

He felt that coming to the Martial Heaven Tournament this time, he not only witnessed the strength of the younger generation but also gained a lot of insight.

The Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation is indeed the pinnacle of formation techniques, but it also depends on who sets it up.

“Both are at the peak of the God Meridian, yet Primordius is so much stronger,” Sword Monarch remarked.

“With the Primordius Physique, being stronger than others in the same realm is quite normal,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Among cultivators of the same realm, many factors influence their combat power.

Such as the cultivation techniques they practice, the strength of their Fate Souls, and so on.

But since they are all key disciples of imperial lineages, any shortcomings in those areas can be compensated.

Only the battle body is an unstable variable, it significantly enhances one’s power.

“The fourth battle body, the Primordius Physique, huh,” Sword Monarch said with envy.

“I lost to Li Mubai before, he also has the Hundred Arms Battle Physique, right?”

At this, Xu Qingshan sighed and said, “Since you cultivate the way of the sword, among our True Martial Sacred Ground, there is actually a battle body most suitable for you. The founder, Zhen Wu, was quite generous. He left behind his True Martial Sword Physique in the sect. But unfortunately, it’s already been claimed by the Sacred Lord.”

“I know,” Sword Monarch nodded and said.

“If you could become the our Holy Son, maybe you’d have a chance at obtaining the True Martial Sword Physique,” Xu Qingshan said. “As for Mo’er, let’s not talk about him. Even Xiang Qianheng has the upper hand over you. Being the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground isn’t easy.”

“But as a man in this world, who doesn’t want to live freely, make a name that lasts through the ages, and live a bold life?” Sword Monarch replied.

“That’s why your path is still long, and everyone’s opportunities are different.”

Xu Qingshan comforted, “Whatever choice you eventually make, as long as you don’t regret it, it’s fine.”

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On the arena, the two were still fighting.

But it was clear that Mo Chen was being completely suppressed.

With a single palm strike from Primordius, wind and thunder stirred. The entire arena shattered, forming countless cracks like a spiderweb.

The Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation was directly destroyed, and Mo Chen’s body was sent flying.

He crashed heavily to the side, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and held his chest.

“Concede. I’ve already held back,” Primordius said calmly.

Mo Chen’s expression changed several times. In the end, he took a deep breath and said to the referee on the side, “I concede.”

He could still fight, but Mo Chen knew he couldn’t win.

With the top sixteen matches finished, the final eight were decided.

The eight were Baili Xiao, Primordius, Xiang Qianheng, Chi Xue, Li Mubai, Tian Mozi, Xuanyuan Xuantian, and Xian Ling’er.

Among them, apart from Xian Ling’er who was from the first-class Immortal Spirit Sect, and Li Mubai who was a rogue cultivator, the other six were all from imperial lineages.

This is what people mean when they say it’s hard for the poor to rise to high positions, the resources and vision are different.

Most rogue cultivators end up ordinary. Even those with talent cannot compare with these Holy Sons.

The top eight battle was set to begin immediately.

Just before it started, a sudden explosion echoed from the distance.

This drew everyone’s attention.

A mushroom cloud rose in the distance, followed by a loud voice: “Someone has broken into the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm!”

The Baili Imperial Clan’s patriarch, Baili Chengfeng, slowly stood up from his seat.

He didn’t rush over, because in his perception, the intruder had already broken through the seal of the small world.

And was heading this way.

“Who is it, so bold?” someone whispered.

“Daring to forcefully enter the Baili Imperial Clan’s domain.”

Everyone looked up, and saw that the distant sky had changed color.

A group of people was flying toward them, the sheer number pressing down like a dark cloud.

“They’re coming,” said the monk Great Wisdom.

“Let’s just watch the show,” Xu Zimo said.

The leader of the group was Gong Yun’er. She wore a blue robe, noble and elegant.

Behind her followed thirteen people in black robes, old and young alike, but all of them carried powerful auras.

Clearly, they were not ordinary people.

“Who are you?” the Baili Imperial Clan head frowned and asked.

“No need to be angry, Patriarch, and everyone else, don’t be nervous,” Gong Yun’er slowly landed and smiled.

“I just heard the once-in-a-century Martial Heaven Tournament is being held here. As a member of the Eastern Continent, I was curious and came to take a look.”

“You still haven’t answered me, who are you?” the Baili Imperial Clan head frowned again.

The Baili Imperial Clan elder beside him seemed impatient. He flew up directly and tried to suppress Gong Yun’er.

At that moment, one of the thirteen black-robed people behind Gong Yun’er, an old man, stepped forward to intercept the Baili elder midair.

With a wave of his right hand, he suddenly grew dozens of centimeters taller like an eagle.

His speed was extremely fast. Before the elder could react, his throat was pierced.

Blood dripped down, and the Baili elder’s corpse was hung high in the air.

Seeing this, those around all frowned slightly.

Clearly, the visitors were hostile.

“You’ve disrupted the Martial Heaven Tournament, that’s opposing the entire Eastern Continent,” Baili Chengfeng said coldly.

He didn’t say just the Baili Imperial Clan, but involved the whole Eastern Continent. He didn’t believe she dared to go that far.

“Patriarch, you misunderstand. I only want to watch the Martial Heaven Tournament and see if there’s anyone worthy of my attention,” Gong Yun’er said. “How does that count as disrupting the tournament?”

“You!” Baili Chengfeng shouted angrily.

“The tournament has its own rules. How can you meddle?”

“That’s right! Which faction are you from, daring to interfere in the Martial Heaven Tournament?” someone else stepped forward.

They added, “Even the Middle Continent doesn’t have that right.”

Despite the angry voices all around, Gong Yun’er remained calm.

She raised her hand and smiled. “Why don’t we make a bet?”

“What bet?” Baili Chengfeng frowned.

“I’ll participate in the Martial Heaven Tournament. If I win first place, everyone here must promise me one thing,” Gong Yun’er said.

“If I lose, I’ll leave immediately and won’t interfere in anything.”

“What a joke,” someone nearby laughed.

“Ridiculous. That’s a bet? Lose and just walk away?”

“Then let me be more direct,” Gong Yun’er said without getting angry. “I lose, I leave, and I spare everyone here. How about that?”