Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 621: Chapter 621 News of Divine Master Hong Feng

Huang Hao’s expression turned ferocious after his shock, “Yang Xiaotian, even if you have a Supreme King Martial Soul, even if you have a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, it’s useless!”

Once one has reached the Divine Spirit Realm, the power boost from the Martial Soul and Soul Rings is already minimal; therefore, Divine Spirit Powerhouses in combat do not typically rely on Martial Souls and Soul Rings.

Thus, even if Yang Xiaotian’s Martial Soul was the Supreme King Martial Soul, even if Yang Xiaotian’s Soul Ring lasted a hundred thousand years, Huang Hao remained unafraid.

“Not necessarily,” Yang Xiaotian said coldly.

Upon the Dark Giant Dragon’s body, a golden-red Soul Ring appeared.

Within the Soul Ring, the vast and nearly boundless silhouette of the Abyssal Master emerged, its tremendous and boundless power violently assaulting Heaven and Earth.

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To Divine Spirit Realm fighters, the power of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring is very weak.

However, a million-year Soul Beast, that’s a different story.

A million-year Soul Beast would make even those at the peak of the ten Divine Spirit layers change their expressions.

What’s more, the Abyssal Master was close to two million years old!

As the power of the Abyssal Master flooded out, many Empire Ancestors nearly got blasted away.

The attacks of Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and others were directly dispersed.

“Golden-red Soul Ring?!”

The ten Heavenly Monarchs, numerous Divine Generals, and many Empire Ancestors felt the terrifying power of the Abyssal Master and were all astonished.

“Could this be a million-year Soul Ring?”

A million-year Soul Ring!

Qi Tian Medicine God, Yuan Wei, could hardly believe it.

They had speculated about Yang Xiaotian’s Martial Soul, they had even guessed that Yang Xiaotian’s Soul Ring might be a hundred thousand, or even two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand years.

But at this moment, they realized their guesses were far from the truth.

“The Abyssal Master!” The Sword Heavenly Monarch said, looking at the vast and nearly limitless silhouette of the Abyssal Master.

The Abyssal Master!

Hearing what the Sword Heavenly Monarch said, many ancestors finally understood what kind of Soul Ring Yang Xiaotian had.

“The Abyssal Master!”

“Legend has it, is the Abyssal Master the mount of that person?”

Many ancestors thought of that person, their souls trembling.

Yang Xiaotian had actually hunted the mount of that person?

“Divine Tiger Suppressing Heaven Fist!” At this moment, Yang Xiaotian threw a punch.

The power of the nearly two million-year-old Abyssal Master’s Soul Beast raged tumultuously, threatening to destroy heaven and earth as it hammered towards Huang Hao and the eight others.

Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and the others felt the earth-shattering power of the Abyssal Master; fear painted their faces as they frantically stimulated the power of their bloodlines, Divine Veins, Holy Fruits, and even their Heavenly Fate.

But it was useless—even if they used all their might, they couldn’t resist the power of the Abyssal Master’s nearly two million-year-old Soul Beast, combined with Yang Xiaotian’s fifteen Mixed Primordial Life Destinies and the fusion of the five great Primordial Universe Holy Fruits.

Boom!

The power of Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and the eight others was instantly destroyed and exploded.

Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and the eight others were swept away like leaves in a gale.

Each arena was enshrouded by a protective light barrier, but Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and the eight others crashed through the light barriers and fell outside the plaza.

As the eight people crashed outside the plaza, they were seen with their Divine Armor shattered, their bodies covered in spiderweb-like bloodstains, barely alive.

Even Huang Hao, who possessed the bloodline of the Kylin Ancestor, was no exception.

Onlookers who saw the dire state of Huang Hao, Wang Yu, and the eight others all gasped in shock.

Huang Hao had the two strongest Kylin bloodlines and had unlocked one hundred twenty Divine Veins and even cultivated the million-year-rare Primordial Holy Fruit, but still, he was defeated.

And it was a terrible defeat, despite joining forces with the other gods and Crown Prince Wang Yu.

As people watched Yang Xiaotian stand on the arena, like a towering demon god, they remained unsettled for a long time.

“Unbeatable?” murmured an ancestor of the Profound Light Empire, staring at Yang Xiaotian.

Even Huang Hao and Wang Yu were defeated.

Who else could defeat Yang Xiaotian?

Many ancestors couldn’t help but look towards Tian Junheng, the Holy Son of the Tian Family.

If there was still hope in this battle for godhood that anyone could defeat Yang Xiaotian, it could only be Tian Junheng, the Holy Son of the Tian Family.

Tian Junheng, who had cultivated the three great divine arts of past, present, and future lives, possessed one of the strongest Divine Bodies in the Buddha Sect—the Tri-life Divine Body. Rumors had it that he even received the legacy of the Mad Heaven Demon God of the Tian Family and the mantle of the Myriad Forms Buddha God from the Buddha Sect.

In the Zhongtian Continent, ever since the Desolate Heavenly Emperor of ages past, a billion years had led to the emergence of countless exceptional beings.

The Mad Heaven Demon God and the Myriad Forms Buddha God are undoubtedly among the most breathtaking exceptional powerhouses.

As Liu Shucan conceded defeat on his own accord, in the end, Yang Xiaotian won the second bout of the first round.

He successfully advanced to the second round.

Seeing this outcome, everyone couldn’t help but sigh.

It should be noted that both Huang Hao and Wang Yu had been hopeful contenders for first place in this battle for godhood, but now they couldn’t even make it into the second round.

All because they encountered Yang Xiaotian.

Watching Yang Xiaotian walk down from the arena, the crowd felt a mix of emotions.

A mere fifth-level Saint Realm had become the terminator for all disciples of Divine Spirits.

Since the second round was to be held the next day and how it would be conducted was unknown, the scene dispersed as the numerous experts left with the conclusion of the first round’s challenges on various arenas.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Yang Xiaotian and his companions also returned to the palace they had rented.

Once back at the palace, Yang Xiaotian asked Peng Long and the others to check why Zhao Rong had not come.

Zhao Rong should have appeared together with the experts of the Zhao Family for such an important battle like the battle for godhood, but he was nowhere to be seen.

That evening, Qi Tian Medicine God and the First Sword God, Yuan Wei, also came to Yang Xiaotian’s palace.

Upon seeing Yuan Wei, Yang Xiaotian couldn’t help but inquire about the whereabouts of his master, Divine Master Hong Feng.

During the competition on the arena, Zhao Wan claimed that his master was dead.

But he did not believe that his master had already perished.

With his master’s strength, there should be no one in this world capable of killing his master.

When Yuan Wei heard Yang Xiaotian asking about Hong Feng, he fell silent for a moment before saying, “I indeed saw your master, but later on, your master met with an accident.”

An accident?

Yang Xiaotian felt confused, his heart carrying a bad premonition.

Yuan Wei continued, “Your master entered the Ancient Sword Ruins.”

“Ancient Sword Ruins.” Yang Xiaotian felt a heaviness in his heart.

The Ancient Sword Ruins were the most dangerous forbidden territory in the Zhongtian Continent.

It was said to be a relic from the Ancient Era with terrifying restrictions, and no one who entered had come out alive.

“Your master indeed entered the Ancient Sword Ruins,” asserted the Qi Tian Medicine God, nodding. “Many people know of this matter.” He added, “Your master entered the Sword Ruins thousands of years ago, but he never emerged.”

Thousands of years had passed without emergence, which likely meant ominous prospects.

Yet, Yang Xiaotian was still puzzled as to why his master would enter the Ancient Sword Ruins?

Anticipating the questions in Yang Xiaotian’s heart, Qi Tian Medicine God explained, “Back then, news emerged claiming that the Desolate Heavenly Sword was inside the Ancient Sword Ruins.”

“The Desolate Heavenly Emperor’s Desolate Heavenly Sword?” Yang Xiaotian was surprised.

“Yes, the Desolate Heavenly Sword of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor,” Yuan Wei nodded in confirmation.

“Who spread that news?” Yang Xiaotian mused.

He always felt that there was something fishy about this whole situation.

Could it be that someone deliberately spread false information with the intention of using the Ancient Sword Ruins to kill his master?

“It’s unclear, but the Desolate Heavenly Sword should be in the Sword Ruins,” said Yuan Wei. “This seems true as the Desolate Heavenly Emperor once cultivated in the Sword Ruins for a long time.”