Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 371 - 361: Fight to the Death

"This is the Spirit Spring Sect. If you want to show off your power, roll back to the Snowy Plains Sect," War Emperor Tianshuang waved his hand imposingly, without a trace of politeness.

The White-haired Demon Lord’s gaze grew sharper, yet he remarkably did not lose his temper but calmed down instead, saying, "Tianshuang, I’ve heard that your Spirit Spring Sect has produced a few geniuses, like Yue Feng, who’s known as the Junior King of Cang State, and Chu Hao, the top of this generation’s Fledgling Dragon List."

War Emperor Tianshuang swept his gaze across the dozen young people from the Snowy Plains Sect, his heart clarifying as he said, "You two brought these juniors here to have a bout?"

"Indeed," the White-haired Demon Lord nodded, then fixing his piercing gaze on War Emperor Tianshuang, asked sharply, "Dare you?"

War Emperor Tianshuang did not answer immediately but turned to his followers and asked, "Do you dare accept the challenge?"

"We dare!"

"Who would be afraid of them!"

"Lord Tianshuang, please agree to their request, let us fight this battle!"

The disciples from behind the Spirit Spring Sect all shouted, infuriated that the Snowy Plains Sect had dared to provoke them at their gate—if they did not dare to accept the challenge, then what was the point in continuing their cultivation, pitiful to the extreme.

"Very well!" War Emperor Tianshuang turned back to look at the White-haired Demon Lord. "The Spirit Spring Sect does not shy away from a battle. Bring it on."

"Hahahaha!" The White-haired Demon Lord laughed uproariously. "Let’s take it turn by turn to send people to fight; the winner can continue fighting. Do you agree to these rules?"

"Since you are the guests, you can decide," War Emperor Tianshuang responded generously, flicking his long sleeve. Naturally, this rule wasn’t disadvantageous to anyone, so he saw no reason to oppose it.

"Also, since this is combat, we must give it our all." The White-haired Demon Lord leaped up, his right hand sweeping over the ground. A huge circle was suddenly etched into the ground, showcasing terrifying strength.

Everyone was shocked; the ground of the Spirit Spring Sect’s mountain gate was incredibly solid, but the White-haired Demon Lord had simply drawn a line from the air, carving a circle trench three feet deep and ten feet wide on the ground with that frightening power.

"While fighting within the circle, no one may interfere, life and death... to each their own fate," said the White-haired Demon Lord grimly, his words unveiling a row of white teeth like a wild beast’s fangs.

This was no mere exchange, it was a fight to the death!

War Emperor Tianshuang’s expression changed slightly; he did not mind letting his disciples face defeat, as a proper setback could serve as great motivation. But now, it had turned into a deadly battle; failure meant death, with no second chance.

"Do you dare not?" the White-haired Demon Lord sneered. "If you dare not, admit defeat, and I can leave right now."

"Lord Tianshuang, accept the fight, we fear nothing!"

"Right, we’ll make them rue their arrogance!"

"Lord Tianshuang, we ask only for a fight!"

The crowd was boiling with fervor, ready to fight; the Snowy Plains Sect was simply too arrogant. War Emperor Honglin had just broken through, and already they were so overbearing—how were they to be endured in the future?

It was necessary to crush their arrogance!

Besides, the Spirit Spring Sect had always been a First Grade Sect, while Snowy Plains Sect had only recently ascended to this level—why should they be afraid?

War Emperor Tianshuang glanced over Chu Hao and the Barbaric Girl a few more times before he nodded and declared, "Fine, then let us fight."

Everyone retreated, leaving the circle, which was nearly 100 meters in diameter. As everyone moved away, the middle suddenly cleared up, looking incredibly spacious.

"Since we set the rules, we’ll send someone out for the first match," the White-haired Demon Lord smiled, not turning back, and announced, "Yi Chen, you go first."

"Yes, Lord Demon," a young man answered respectfully, then strode into the circle and said, "I am Jiao Yichen. Members of the Spirit Spring Sect, who dares to fight me? Be cautious, I will not hold back; if you are no match for me... you won’t survive stepping out of this circle!"

So arrogant, to come to someone else’s sect gate and still be so domineering.

But indeed, he had the capital to be arrogant; he was at least an Eighth Tier Warrior—his aura was the same as those of the Ninth and Tenth Tier.

The disciples of the Spirit Spring Sect immediately fixed their gazes on Duan Jing, Bao Wen, Fen Tian, Zhao Yu, and Yang Jin among others. Although everyone was indignant and wanted to fight, this was about the Spirit Spring Sect’s reputation, not just about bravery.

Among those present, Duan Jing and Bao Wen were the strongest.

"I will take it!" Duan Jing stepped forward confidently into the circle.

"So, you are the Young Heavenly King, Duan Jing?" To everyone’s surprise, Jiao Yichen recognized Duan Jing, but there was no fear on his face, only disdain as he declared, "A mere Warrior yet dares to call himself a king. Truly seeking death." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Stop bragging and bring it on one fight!" Duan Jing exclaimed, his body trembling slightly, radiating a resplendent glow, truly like a Heavenly King.

"Haha, since you insist on seeking death, I shall oblige!" Jiao Yichen leaped forward, charging at Duan Jing. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a host of sword shadows rose behind him, easily numbering over a hundred at a glance.

Duan Jing was undeterred; his right fist clenched with dazzling lights flashing in his eyes. He threw a punch, visibly compressing the air, revealing the terrifying power of his strike.

Boom, he threw the punch, transforming it into a Golden War Elephant that crushed towards Jiao Yichen.

"Golden Dragon Elephant Fist, that’s Senior Brother Duan’s ultimate move!"

"Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Duan would use his strongest move right away."

"This is a crucial first battle; it has to be won not just decisively but spectacularly, so naturally, Senior Brother Duan is going all out."

"Unfortunately, Senior Brother Duan only cultivated the Golden Dragon Elephant Fist to the First Layer realm and managed to summon the War Elephant instead of the Dragon Elephant. Otherwise, the power would have been ten times greater."

"Nonsense, the Golden Dragon Elephant Fist is a Heaven Level Martial Technique. It’s already extremely difficult for a Warrior to use, let alone exhibit its full Heaven Level potential."

"Indeed."

The surrounding crowd discussed animatedly. The Golden Dragon Elephant Fist was created by a War Emperor predecessor of the Spirit Spring Sect and is considered a lower-grade Heaven Level technique. Theoretically, it should be impossible for a Warrior to cultivate it, but that War Emperor had left a manual that could downgrade the technique. Although its power drastically decreased, it allowed Warriors, War Generals, and War Kings to practice it, advancing their skills so that later, cultivating the true Golden Dragon Elephant Fist would be much easier.

Otherwise, mastering a Heaven Level Martial Technique wouldn’t have been so simple.

"Child’s play!" Jiao Yichen scoffed, "Myriad Swords Jue!" With a flick of his right hand, a hundred sword shadows flew out behind him, shooting towards the Golden War Elephant.

Whiz, whiz, whiz... A hundred swords fired simultaneously, instantly shattering the Golden War Elephant into pieces.

The first exchange between the two ended in a draw.

"The Myriad Swords Jue of the Snowy Plains Sect, also a Heaven Level Martial Technique."

"A watered-down version of the Myriad Swords Jue, otherwise it should have been a barrage of a thousand swords just now."

"Just like the Golden Dragon Elephant Fist, its power is greatly reduced, but it can be practiced by Warriors."

"This guy is not simple, though. Even if it’s a watered-down Heaven Level Martial Art, the fact that he managed to master it still shows his astonishing talent."

"Strange, why have I never heard his name mentioned before?"

"It seems...that the Snowy Plains Sect has been patiently biding their time, waiting for War Emperor Honglin’s breakthrough to make a sensational debut."

"And we are just their stepping stones?"

"That’s despicable!"

"Senior Brother Duan, you must win! You must win!"

The disciples of the Spirit Spring Sect shouted one after another, cheering for Duan Jing.

Duan Jing’s expression was solemn. After exchanging blows with his opponent, he had realized the formidable strength of the other. His opponent’s abilities were not inferior to his, and he had to give it his all, otherwise he would be doomed to failure.

"Duan Jing, is this all the strength you have?" Jiao Yichen shook his head, "I’m really disappointed. I thought someone who dares to claim the title of Young Heavenly King would have some ability, but I didn’t expect you to be so weak!"

Duan Jing snorted, "Save these words for after you have won."

"Wait for me to win?" Jiao Yichen laughed loudly, "When I win, you’ll be dead, with no chance to hear my words again."

"You’re too arrogant!" Duan Jing was furious. He was being greatly underestimated.

"I’m just stating a fact. You’re too weak!" Jiao Yichen launched another attack, still using the Myriad Swords Jue.

Duan Jing met the attack head-on, still employing the Golden Dragon Elephant Fist, a watered-down version of the Heaven Level technique, still his strongest acquired Martial Technique, and not to be underestimated because of its previous ineffectiveness.

The two fought fiercely, an intense scene unfolding that unknowingly stretched beyond a hundred moves, but still, there was no winner.

It looked like the first match was going to end in a draw.

"Duan Jing, do you think this is my real strength?" Just then, Jiao Yichen sneered.

"Isn’t it?" Duan Jing sneered back.

"Of course not!" Suddenly, Jiao Yichen exerted strength, and whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... a thousand sword shadows suddenly appeared behind him!

Duan Jing’s face changed instantly; each additional sword shadow added more power, and a thousand shadows were ten times more than a hundred—naturally, the power was tenfold greater. But he clearly felt that his opponent had already exerted full strength; how could his power surge tenfold all of a sudden?

It was beyond him to contend with; Duan Jing quickly retreated."

"You can’t escape!" Jiao Yichen sneered, "To strike this move, I let you hold on for such a long time. Did you think you really had a chance to fight me?" He pursued, as a thousand sword shadows filled the sky, terrifyingly immense.

War Emperor Tianshuang’s expression changed and he decisively intervened, "We concede this fight."

"Tianshuang, don’t forget our previous agreement; until leaving the ring, no one should intervene," the White-haired Demon Lord also intervened, blocking War Emperor Tianshuang.

"Die!" Jiao Yichen’s voice was cold, and the thousand sword shadows had already attacked.

Duan Jing had no time to ignite his Life Spring; he could only roar loudly, swinging both fists at once, unleashing his strongest strike.

Plop, plop, plop... as the sword shadows swept across, blood splattered everywhere. Meanwhile, War Emperor Tianshuang and the White-haired Demon Lord also exchanged blows, both being sent flying. By the time they stabilized, they saw Duan Jing’s body had been pierced with hundreds of bloody holes, and crucial spots such as the heart and forehead were notably punctured.

He turned around, casting a longing glance at Spirit Spring Mountain for the last time, reaching out as if to touch something but his arm fell halfway through, limp and powerless, as he collapsed thunderously.

A genius had fallen.

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