I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1059 - 1058: The Contest Begins, Wu Qing Sword

Chapter 1059 -1058: The Contest Begins, Wu Qing Sword

“Who is that youth in the black robe?” Xu Zimei looked over to the side of the Sunset Empire, at the last black-robed youth, and inquired.

“His face is completely covered; even if he knows me, I wouldn’t be able to recognize him,” Xia Wanqing said.

“Which side do you think will win?”

“Purely based on strength, it’s definitely the Sunset Empire,” Xu Zimei replied.

“First of all, the Galaxy side is short one person, and the identity of that black-robed youth is unknown.

If it’s two out of three rounds, where will Galaxy find a third person?”

“What about these princes?” Xia Wanqing asked.

“They’re nothing but a bunch of mud dogs and clay chickens,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

He looked over at these princes, pathetically weak.

Perhaps they are somewhat capable for ordinary cultivators.

Then he turned his gaze back to the black-robed youth.

Feeling his stare, the other side smiled at him.

Despite his face being covered, Xu Zimei could still feel his smile.

………

Xiao Buhui looked towards Emperor Chu and the Qi Emperor and asked, “Where do you plan to have the contest?”

“Let’s do it right beside this Secret Realm,” Emperor Chu said.

His complexion wasn’t looking good; after all, they were one person short on their side.

He looked towards Jade Cauldron True Man beside him and said in a low voice, “Tell those sons who you informed me about to quickly choose someone to come out.

If they lose this contest, they can forget about the position of the Crown Prince.”

Jade Cauldron True Man nodded slightly and retreated.

Emperor Chu’s expression returned to calmness, and with a stretch of his hand, a black stream of light was thrown out from his hand.

At the same time, the Qi Emperor also stretched out his hand, throwing a white stream of light into the sky.

In an instant, the black and white lights intertwined in the void.

The Firmament thundered with a “boom boom boom.”

The black and white lights brightened, covering the void.

Once the lights converged, a battle platform appeared, slowly descending from the void.

The material of this battle platform was unknown; half of it was black, and half white.

Black and white were separated, and an ancient aura surrounded it.

The crowd around could faintly hear the sounds of clanging armor and chaotic battles as if tens of thousands of armies were fighting before them.

However, in the blink of an eye, the illusion vanished, leaving only the battle platform in sight.

“This is,” Xu Zimei smiled.

“Such an impressive battle platform.”

“A long time ago, a battlefield from a meteoric battle appeared nearby, and both the Sunset Empire and the Galaxy Empire entered to explore.

Later, they discovered this battle platform, and during the struggle between the two sides, the platform split in two; one part went into the hands of Emperor Chu.

The other part went to the Qi Emperor.”

“The land of meteoric battle,” Xu Zimei muttered to himself.

“Lands of meteoric battle are remnants of great wars, with battles both large and small in scale.

However, the nature of these battles is rarely known,” Xia Wanqing explained.

“Don’t underestimate these battle platforms; they are not only indestructible but also nearly impossible to destroy.

Cultivating on them can also condense one’s martial intent.”

This chapt𝓮r is updat𝒆d by ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom.

The battle platform was a kilometer long, covering the surroundings. People hovered in the air as they watched the scene within the battle platform.

“Let’s start then, who will you send out for the first round?” Xiao Buhui asked.

“Let’s draw lots,” replied Emperor Chu.

If they don’t draw lots to decide who goes first, it certainly wouldn’t be fair for anyone.

After all, whoever goes first, the one after would have time to cope and adjust.

It’s the same principle as King of Qi’s horse race.

“No need, we in the Sunset Empire fear no one,” the Qi Emperor waved his hand and laughed.

“Pure strength will crush any opponent.

We will send someone out first, giving Emperor Chu time to respond.”

“We are equally fearless,” said Emperor Chu indifferently.

“Xie Shitian, you take the first match,” said the Qi Emperor.

The youth named Xie Shitian nodded slightly.

His face was pale, not the pallor of the void, but a sickly white.

Dressed in a green robe, he slowly stepped onto the battle platform.

“Who among you will respond to the challenge?” His gaze turned towards Sikong Ji and Wu Dao, inquiring.

“Do you have confidence?” Emperor Chu turned to look at Sikong Ji beside him and asked.

If Sikong Ji could defeat Xie Shitian, then with Wu Dao’s ranking being the third in the hero rankings, it was very likely that he could also defeat Xuan Yi.

In that case, for this best-of-three match, there would be no need for a third contestant.

The only concern at this moment was Sikong Ji.

Because he was ranked only seventh in the hero rankings.

Emperor Chu had no choice, the presences within the top ten of the hero rankings were more difficult to request than the last.

Some were like the Divine Dragon, seen in only fleeting glimpses.

To have Sikong Ji participate was already their utmost limit.

Initially, Xuan Yi was the third contestant, this sudden betrayal also caught Emperor Chu somewhat off guard.

But now there was simply no time to find a third contestant.

“I’ll give it a try,” said Sikong Ji.

In truth, he too had no confidence, after all, his opponent was two ranks above him.

According to the rules of the hero rankings, even if he wanted to challenge, he had to challenge the sixth rank first.

Sikong Ji slowly walked onto the battle platform and drew a sword from behind his back.

The sword burst out with a grey light.

At this moment, Sikong Ji’s eyes also turned grey.

“Wu Qing sword, Sikong Ji,” said Xia Wanqing observing from the side.

“It is said that he practices the Wu Qing (Heartless) sword, entering the Taoism through heartlessness, extinguishing all his emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.”

“That’s no different from a machine,” replied Xu Zimei.

……

As people were talking, the battle had already begun.

Sikong Ji brandished his sword and charged forward, sword Qi swirling around him, filling the entire battle platform with the aura of heartlessness.

Xie Shitian also rose up with an evil aura.

He used no weapon, his hands were instead encased in grey vapors swirling around.

“Sanqing Heartless Sword,” Sikong Ji called out coldly.

His longsword turned into numerous afterimages, streaking through the Endless Void, rending everything apart.

It seemed as if what he held was not a sword, but an unfeelingly turbulent river.

A sword fell, and the relentless stream of heartlessness surged forth.

“Jiuyou Soul-breaking Palm.”

Xie Shitian waved his right hand, the grey vapor around his palm flowing as if it had turned into a white bone.

This bone was more than twice the size of a normal hand.

It’s like it encompassed the Jiuyou, with Wronged Souls haunting it, and a bloody river overturning.

Xie Shitian’s afterimages multiplied underfoot, surrounding Sikong Ji with countless figures.

Sikong Ji’s gaze turned grave, his longsword spinning around him in the air.

Resulting in his entire body spiraling as well.

But just at that moment, Xie Shitian’s figure vanished from sight.

Before Sikong Ji could react, a pair of Netherworldly hands suddenly emerged from the ground.

The hands grabbed his right leg and yanked him down fiercely.

“Sikong Ji is about to lose,” said Xia Wanqing.

“Let’s see if he has any tricks up his sleeve,” Xu Zimei yawned, seemingly bored.

The Second Prince appeared to say something to Xiao Buhui and several others.

Xiao Buhui’s glance drifted towards Xia Wanqing.

Seemingly uninterested in these battles, he slowly walked over to them.

“Heaven Martial Sect?” he said, looking at Xia Wanqing and the Sixth Elder.