Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

1Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the secular disciples were beginning to be at a disadvantage in this one on one match.    3

    

Although he had won two of the first three rounds, other than Ye Cheng who still had the strength to fight in the first round, Huo Lin from the second round and Luo Mingyi from the third round had lost the power to fight on the secular disciples' side.    

    

And this was only the first three rounds. According to the rules of the match, the following situation could already be predicted!    

    

Moreover, the five Eighth Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage s and the powerful strength of one at the ninth level of the Heavenly Astral Stage had formed into an enormous deterrence!    

    

After Tian Wu left the stage, he was almost impatient to fight when another disciple jumped onto the stage to issue a challenge.    

    

After a few challenges, there was finally someone on the secular disciples' side.    

    

However, although the martial artists that had come out were the leaders of a large city, their strength was still a bit lower than the disciples of the sub-schools. Ten minutes into the match, the onlookers had the ominous premonition that they had been defeated.    

    

Many people felt a sense of foreboding in their hearts.    

    

The secular disciples lost three more times in the fifth round and the sixth round after that.    

    

Although the remaining disciples from the sub-schools didn't continuously challenge them, the secular disciples had still lost quite a bit.    

    

When the eighth match arrived and a slender disciple with a strong presence walked out, the secular disciples were all in a state of desolation. No one responded.    

    

At the same level, the strength of the disciples of a branch sect was generally stronger than the ordinary practitioners, and this situation was undoubtedly manifested at this moment.    

    

"Haha, you guys don't have anyone left?"    

    

"What kind of Hero Association do you dare open a mob of? Are you heroes? A bunch of bears is more or less the same! "    

    

"Who dares to fight? They are all cowards, no one dares to step down from the stage? "    

    

"Haha, I'll give you guys one or two matches to win and you'll think you're amazing. In fact, you're not even bullsh * t!"    

    

"…"    

    

On the side of the branch sect disciples, sounds of ridicule and ridicule resounded throughout the arena.    

    

Ye Qing's face was as calm as water. Even someone as shrewd as him had a bad complexion after losing four rounds in a row.    

    

Ye Cheng, who had fought in the first round, could not hold it in and strode forward. However, Ye Qing blocked his path. It was true that Ye Cheng was not weak, but he was only at the same level as most of the disciples in the seventh level of Heavenly Astral Stage.    

    

After four consecutive defeats, Ye Qing could no longer tolerate another loss.    

    

The strong practitioners of the secular world all had their own thoughts, and their attitude of self-preservation was slowly being revealed.    

    

Just when Ye Qing couldn't help but suggest a temporary truce, a man on top of the hill stepped out and walked into the valley with his clothes fluttering in the wind.    

    

Seeing that person, Chen Yu's gaze turned serious and he also frowned.    

    

"Gu Ming can't hold himself back anymore!" Shen Yih, who was sitting beside Chen Yu, said, "If he makes a move, winning three consecutive rounds should not be a problem!"    

    

Gongsun Hao shook his head and said, "There's no problem in winning two matches in a row. Gu Ming's strength isn't much weaker than ours, but the disciples of the branch sects also have top geniuses. They won't sit by and watch Gu Ming win continuously!"    

    

"If this continues, it will be our turn soon!" Shen Yih said helplessly, "If even we have to leave early, who can stop Feng Xuan and Mo Huang? How about we just let them call for a fight and ignore them? "    

    

To some extent, it didn't matter if the other party called for a fight or not. But if they showed weakness like that, then as a martial artist with a formidable heart of martial arts, they couldn't tolerate it. It was hard to keep their momentum under such circumstances either. When the disciples of the branch sects saw that the secular disciples were so weak, they immediately began to gang up and slaughter, massacring and seizing the wooden tablets!    

    

Yuan Zhen Feng Xuan and the other disciples of the sub-school were afraid that there would be several times the number of martial artists in the secular world. However, if their opponents were truly too weak, they might want to take the risk.    

    

If he wanted to get a quota, killing off his competitors was the most direct and effective way!    

    

All in all, the situation was not looking good.    

    

When Ye Qing saw that Gu Ming was about to make a move, he looked slightly pleased.    

    

Gu Ming naturally didn't need Ye Qing to provide the Wood Plate Spiritual Energy as a wager. He directly took out a long sword and started the ninth match.    

    

Gu Ming's sword aura billowed like a wisp of smoke. His every attack was extremely precise, and he defeated his opponent in three moves.    

    

To win so easily and decisively could be said to have swept away the previous four consecutive defeats.    

    

The thousands of ordinary practitioners gathered here were greatly enlivened as they let out earth-shaking cheers, suppressing the arrogant momentum of the disciples from the sub-schools in one fell swoop.    

    

"Gu Ming is much stronger than Hong Feeng!" He could clearly see that Gu Ming's sword art had already reached mastery. Chen Yu was a little surprised when he finally perfected the sword intent of this sword art.    

    

Chen Yu was glad that Gu Ming and Zhong Shiyue were not on the same side. Otherwise, the outcome of the battle at Falling Cloud Valley would have been hard to predict.    

    

After defeating his opponent, Gu Ming looked towards the sub-school disciples and pointed his long sword towards them. He loudly shouted, "Whoever dares to fight again, your bet will be doubled!"    

    

The disciples of the branch sects were in an uproar. Many of them revealed angry expressions. One after another, they couldn't hold back their emotions and rushed to the stage to teach Gu Ming a lesson.    

    

In the end, a burly fighter got the approval of Yuan Zhen and Mo Huang.    

    

Chen Yu couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the person on the armory and revealed a strange expression.    

    

"Branch Sect disciple Deng Zitong, please enlighten me!"    

    

After that person left the stage, he held a long blade in his hand. His aura was astonishingly powerful. It was Deng Zitong, who had fought with Chen Yu in the wilderness outside the Evil Dragon Cave and was defeated by Chen Yu.    

    

In that battle, although Chen Yu had killed Zhou Fengming and caused Deng Zitong to flee with injuries, Chen Yu had to admit that Deng Zitong was powerful.    

    

Gu Ming stared at the sabre in Deng Zitong's hand and revealed a trace of seriousness.    

    

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the battle quickly began. Deng Zitong's body flashed and he slashed out. Instantly, a blade-like flame burned the sky and swiftly chopped down, emitting a blazing temperature.    

    

Gu Ming's sword aura gushed forth, his sword aura tearing through space with the sound of flowing water. The sword aura brought with it a billowing jade-green sheen, and after colliding with the raging flames, it abruptly rose up into the air.    

    

Amidst the mist, Gu Ming and Deng Zitong's figures could no longer be seen crossing paths.    

    

Countless people sighed in admiration. Only then did they realize that Gu Ming was holding a water attribute Spirit Weapon in his hand. Gu Ming hadn't used his full strength in the previous battle.    

    

The water and fire interweaved, and the white mist filled the air. Chen Yu had no choice but to activate his Bloodfire Eye Technique to see two figures intertwined in the white mist, their speed extremely fast.    

    

The white mist clearly affected Deng Zitong's vision. Although the flames on his saber could not disperse the white mist, it could not withstand the white mist and did not appear on Gu Ming's sword. His moves were immediately affected.    

    

When experts competed, even the slightest mistake could result in a fatal disadvantage. After more than ten moves, Deng Zitong was stabbed in the chest.    

    

This time, even Feng Xuan didn't have enough time to intervene. It was only when Deng Zitong staggered out of the white fog core zone that Feng Xuan noticed that something was wrong and supported Deng Zitong.    

    

The cheers of the thousands of secular disciples could be heard throughout the sky.    

    

"Gu Ming from Xuan Yang City, once again, please teach the disciples of a branch sect. The stakes will be doubled!" After Gu Ming received the spiritual energy wooden token, he cupped his hands towards the disciples of the branch sects and continued to challenge them.    

    

He was taking advantage of this to move on to the next city!    

    

Amidst the countless excited cheers, Shen Yih frowned and said, "With how strong Gu Ming is, he might cause the disciples of the branch sects to send out Eighth Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage warriors like Wu Tianxiong!"    

    

Gongsun Hao said, "It shouldn't be enough to send out the Eighth Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage Warriors. However, in the next battle, it will definitely be people like Gu Kun and Lin Shen. Gu Ming definitely won't be easy!"    

    

Chen Yu was also a bit worried. Although Deng Zitong had the Spirit Treasure in his hand and its attribute matched, he was still only the strength of Guan Yinn's generation. If the disciples of the next sub-school sent out a disciple with Gu Kun's strength, Gu Ming's outcome would be hard to determine.    

    

However, since Gu Ming dared to continuously fight for three rounds, he must still have some strength left over.    

    

Not long after, there was indeed a martial artist that had entered the arena. He was dressed in purple and had a calm disposition while holding a sword.    

    

"It's him!" Gongsun Hao said with a slightly stern expression.    

    

"What kind of background?"    

    

"It's Zhangsun Cheng. Among the sub-school's Martial Cultivator of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage, his strength is still above Bai Shangfei's. The outcome of Gu Ming's battle is hard to predict!"    

    

"Branch Sect Leader Sun Cheng, I would like to seek guidance from Brother Gu!" That Zhangsun Cheng stood proudly as he cupped his hands towards Gu Ming.    

    

"Please!"    

    

The battle began quickly.    

    

The sword images flew about, accompanying the strong Supreme Qi that intertwined with each other, causing people to be dazzled.    

    

Both of them were extremely proficient in their sword arts. Gu Ming's sword art was like a drizzle, with a dense sword aura. The Perfection Stage's sword intent was all-encompassing, constantly flushing away at Zhangsun Cheng's sword aura. Meanwhile, Zhangsun Chengjian's will was as cold and solitary as lightning. Soaring tides in the drizzle were always able to swim and soar within Gu Ming's sword intents.    

    

Their sword intents rose and fell, evenly matched.    

    

Before long, the two's sword auras changed again and again. Gu Ming's sword techniques turned into surging torrents that accumulated the same kind of qi images. They were like raging waves that drowned out everything.    

    

Zhangsun Cheng was still not at a disadvantage. His sword intent became like a boulder, and also like a cliff in the middle of a river.    

    

Gu Ming's sword aura changed once again, and it was like a flowing waterfall of 3000 miles, vast and mighty, washing away the entire world.    

    

The battle lasted for an entire hour amidst the powerful and exquisite sword techniques of both sides. The further one went, the more energy was consumed.    

    

Finally, Gu Ming changed his sword intent once again and slashed out. The force of the sword became slow at that moment, and the astral energy on the sword seemed to solidify, yet endless vortexes flickered.    

    

One sword was as deep as the abyss, there was no way to predict its origin.    

    

When this sword came out, everyone lost their voices.    

    

Clang *    

    

In the midst of the clashing of sword glows, Zhangsun Cheng retreated explosively. A hint of fresh blood sprinkled down from the sky. After retreating, he immediately left the valley without looking back, actually directly escaping.    

    

Gu Ming won again.    

    

When Feng Xuan handed over the Wood Plate Spiritual Energy, the color slightly changed.    

    

He'd taken care of it all by himself and retrieved seven hundred spirits for the ordinary practitioners!    

    

Immediately, some people jumped out to challenge Gu Ming again. The surrounding money secular martial artists immediately began cursing at the disciples of the branch sects for being shameless.    

    

Gu Ming, who had lost a lot, naturally wouldn't fight anymore. He took the Wood Plate Spiritual Energy and returned to the hill.    

    

Chen Yu naturally couldn't help but congratulate Gu Ming like Gongsun Hao and Shen Yih.    

    

On the other side, the sub-school disciples' imposing manner had been seized and they once again sent out their sub-school's disciple, Lin Shen.    

    

The leaders of the seven hundred spirits that Gu Ming had just taken out all jumped out to fight, but Lin Shen won two matches in a row. The second match was a battle where the stakes were doubled.    

    

At this time, the sky had already darkened, so Ye Qing immediately requested for an end to the battle and continued the battle tomorrow.    

    

Although Feng Xuan was unhappy, he could not force the secular disciples to fight, so the day's competition came to an end.    

    

However, everyone knew that from tomorrow onwards, the battle between the two would only become more intense.