Chapter 810 - The Will of A Hundred Weapons

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“Come on,” Gong Yun’er said calmly.

Tian Mozi slowly drew the long saber from his waist.

The saber was three feet long, its edge razor-sharp, wrapped in a faint black demonic aura.

“I’ll use my strongest move. If I lose, I’ll leave without further conflict,” Tian Mozi said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of demonic energy rose around him.

Behind him appeared a shadow formed entirely of demonic energy.

Xu Zimo watched with interest. This Tian Mozi truly lived up to his name, he had become demonic.

No one knew what kind of encounter he had gone through, but somehow, he had joined the Demon Race. This type of demon was more akin to Xu Zimo's lineage, not just someone who went mad from improper cultivation.

Tian Mozi suddenly opened his eyes with a “buzz.”

As if a gust of wind had passed, the demonic energy around him began to swirl.

The saber in his hand trembled as if it thirsted for battle.

With a gust of wind, Tian Mozi’s figure turned into a stream of light in everyone’s eyes.

In a flash, he was already in front of Gong Yun’er, his demonic blade raised high.

“Slash!” Tian Mozi shouted.

On his blade, countless demonic shadows emerged. The shadow behind him, his True Fate, seemed ready to devour Gong Yun’er whole.

Gong Yun’er activated Reverse Dragon Seven Steps, dodging Tian Mozi’s attack.

Their figures moved at extreme speed, chasing and fleeing, so fast that those with lower cultivation could not even see them.

Only blurred afterimages flickered in the air.

Finally, when Gong Yun’er had taken all seven steps, seven divine dragons coiled above her, and her aura was so powerful that even the sealed void began to crack.

“Slash! Slash! Slash!”

By now, Tian Mozi was lost in a frenzy, eyes fixed only on Gong Yun’er, wanting nothing more than to cut her down.

His mind was empty of distractions, completely focused.

Finally, as the divine dragons collided with the demonic blade, a loud “boom” echoed.

The arena beneath them shattered into pieces.

The divine dragon above Gong Yun’er’s head let out a mournful cry and was blasted away.

Tian Mozi stood in place, panting, as clarity returned to his eyes.

Looking at the knocked-back Gong Yun’er, he sighed and said, “I’ve lost.”

Gong Yun’er slowly stood up and looked at her robe.

A cut had been made across it by the blade.

She looked at Tian Mozi’s retreating figure, her eyes slightly narrowing.

“Why did he admit defeat? Didn’t he have the upper hand?” someone below asked in confusion.

It looked like Tian Mozi had clearly won that exchange.

“The momentum of a demonic blade is strong at first, then wanes,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

“Tian Mozi used all his strength on that one strike and only managed to knock Gong Yun’er back. He wouldn’t have the same power for a second strike, and she hasn’t even used her True Fate. What’s the point in continuing?”

Hearing Xu Zimo’s explanation, those nearby finally understood.

In just moments, three had already lost.

Everyone was unsettled.

Who was this mysterious woman? No one had heard of her before.

Yet the moment she appeared, she stunned everyone.

Only Xu Zimo watched with calm interest and quiet confidence.

The people of the Otherworldly Zenith Palace were clearly not simple.

To explain further, one had to understand the force known as the Otherworldly Zenith Palace.

Their very existence was like a third hand for certain powerful individuals.

There were some in the Outer Heavens who wanted to reach into the central lands.

And the Otherworldly Zenith Palace served as that third hand.

Gong Yun’er, as a key nurtured figure, had access to resources far beyond what imperial lineages could provide.

Those beings from the Outer Heavens, any one of them was stronger than the imperial lineages.

Xu Zimo had some idea of their intentions. In his past life, he had been just a side-character and couldn’t get close to them.

Now, with his second chance at life, things were playing out again. But this time, he, Xu Zimo, would call the shots.

If they dared stretch their hand in, he wouldn’t just break that hand, he’d crush their heads.

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On the stage, Gong Yun’er’s cold voice rang out again.

“Next.”

Of the remaining seven, except for Xu Zimo, all were silent.

Most of them knew, they weren’t much stronger than Tian Mozi or Xiang Qianheng. Stepping up would only lead to humiliation.

“What? Are these the so-called geniuses of the Eastern Continent?” Gong Yun’er laughed lightly.

“I’ll go,” Li Mubai yawned lazily and strolled up to the stage.

“All these Holy Sons and Daughters, and none have more guts than a rogue cultivator,” Gong Yun’er mocked.

“I know I’m impressive, but don’t praise me too soon,” Li Mubai waved his hand. “You might feel awkward when I beat you in a moment.”

“If you have the skill, I’ll accept it,” Gong Yun’er replied.

Li Mubai smiled, but his eyes were serious.

He didn’t dare be careless.

He activated his Hundred Weapons Battle Physique. At that moment, he looked like a walking weapon.

Sometimes a blade, sharp and fierce; sometimes a sword, with imposing sword intent; sometimes a spear, piercing the heavens...

The Hundred Weapons Battle Physique could manifest endless weapons, blades, spears, staves, axes, halberds, whips. He seemed to become them all.

Even the weapons of those watching seemed drawn toward him.

They buzzed, as if wanting to fly from their sheaths.

Li Mubai raised his hand, and countless sword auras filled the sky.

With another wave, an inferno of blade intent surged like a sea, enveloping the void.

A spear appeared in the air, buzzing softly, as if it would pierce the sky and shatter the heavens.

“Kill,” Li Mubai shouted coldly.

In his eyes, countless weapons took form. The blade intent, sword energy, and spear shadows all rushed at Gong Yun’er.

Seeing this, Gong Yun’er quickly formed hand seals.

“Fourfold Seal,” her hands spun and wove together. “Forest Phantom, Silver Feather, Shocking Heaven, Immortal Break.”

The four seals fused into one, forming a domain around her.

In this domain, Gong Yun’er was like a deity.

Every weapon that approached her was instantly annihilated, vanishing without a trace.

“To face a battle physique head-on, what kind of meridian technique is this?” someone murmured in awe.

Li Mubai also looked serious.

He realized that no matter how many weapon forms he conjured, they would all be crushed by her domain.

“If that’s the case, I’ll break it with force. Let’s see if your domain is stronger than my Hundred Weapons Battle Physique,” Li Mubai growled.

He slowly raised both hands, and his aura soared even higher.

“The Will of a Hundred Weapons,” came a furious roar.

An endless surge of intent exploded from within him.