BSI Chapter 49 Xu Longxiang's Hidden Move: Elder Mo Wentian Loses!
Chapter 49 Xu Longxiang's Hidden Move: Elder Mo Wentian Loses!
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
The Azure Sky Sword Sect has three Supreme Elders, all of whom were already famous Celestial Phenomenon Realm experts a hundred years ago.
For the past century, they have been in seclusion in the back mountains, seeking higher realms of enlightenment, and have long since ceased to concern themselves with worldly affairs.
I never expected that even they would be alarmed today.
The three elders walked to the edge of the platform and stood in a triangular formation.
They didn't speak, but simultaneously raised their hands and pressed them into the air.
Three streams of gentle yet vast true energy surged forth and poured into the mountain-protecting array.
The light shield, which had been trembling violently, stabilized instantly and became more solid and thick.
Having done all this, the three elders ceased their actions, simply standing quietly at the edge of the platform, like three stone statues.
But everyone knew that with them there, the aftershocks of the competition would not reach the audience.
On the high platform, Li Wuhen's preparations had reached their peak.
The crimson phantom behind him had solidified into a lifelike form, standing three zhang tall, with a ferocious face, bared fangs, and holding a crimson giant sword that echoed the Blood Drinking Sword in Li Wuhen's hand.
"Blood Demon Slash!"
Li Wuhen roared and slashed down with his Blood Drinking Sword!
The crimson phantom behind him made the same move.
The crimson giant sword slashed down from the sky with earth-shattering force, tearing the air apart and emitting a shrill shriek wherever it passed!
This sword strike was no longer a simple sword technique; it drew upon the power of heaven and earth, merging with the user's killing intent, blood energy, true energy, and the malevolent aura of the demonic weapon "Blood Drinking Sword."
This was the pinnacle of Li Wuhen's lifelong cultivation!
Below the stage, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the platform.
Xu Longxiang clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with tension and anticipation.
Can Li Wuhen win this sword strike?
On the high platform, Mo Wentian's expression was more solemn than ever before.
He knew that he had to go all out with this strike.
Mo Wentian slowly raised the ancient longsword in his hand and closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, they were clear and bright, as if reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.
He neither blocked nor dodged.
Instead, he gently swung his sword.
This sword strike was slow and light, as if it were depicting a landscape painting.
As the sword's edge passed, faint ripples appeared in the air.
The ripples spread, transforming into a blue lotus flower that slowly bloomed before Mo Wentian.
The lotus flower was only the size of a palm at first, but it grew rapidly in the wind, expanding to a radius of about ten feet in an instant.
The petals are layered upon each other, each petal formed from pure sword energy, crystal clear and exquisitely beautiful.
"The Azure Lotus Sword Song!" A knowledgeable person in the audience exclaimed in surprise.
"It's rumored that this is Sect Master Xiao's unique skill; I didn't expect Elder Mo to have mastered it too!"
Amidst gasps of alarm, the crimson greatsword struck the azure lotus.
"BOOM—!!!"
This explosion was ten times more powerful than any before!
A beam of light, both blue and red, shot into the sky, transforming into a thick pillar of light that shot straight into the heavens!
The high platform trembled violently, and the protective array's light shield flickered wildly, as if it would shatter at any moment.
The three Supreme Elders stepped forward simultaneously, forming hand seals, and once again poured their vast true energy into the formation.
The photomask finally stabilized, but its surface was covered with fine cracks.
The beam of light lasted for a full three breaths before gradually dissipating.
Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the view from the high platform.
Everyone craned their necks, eager to see the outcome.
The wind blew, and the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
On the stage, Mo Wentian and Li Wuhen still stood facing each other.
However, their situations are now completely different.
Mo Wentian's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a tear appeared in the hem of his blue Taoist robe.
A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.
he got hurt.
Meanwhile, Li Wuhen on the opposite side was in even worse shape.
His emaciated body swayed precariously, his face was ashen, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the Blood Drinker Sword had a split between its thumb and forefinger, the blood staining the hilt of the sword.
The blood-red phantom behind him had already dissipated.
Clearly, he paid a greater price for that attack.
"Senior brother...you are indeed powerful..." Li Wuhen said hoarsely, with more blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with each word.
"Junior brother...you flatter me." Mo Wentian slowly adjusted his breathing, suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body.
The two looked at each other, but there was no joy of victory in their eyes, only deep exhaustion.
This battle, though seemingly brief, was in fact extremely dangerous.
Both of them had used all their strength in that attack. If the three elders hadn't reinforced the formation, the entire training ground would have been razed to the ground.
The audience was deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned by the power of the battle just now and could not recover for a long time.
After a long while, thunderous applause and cheers erupted.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
"This is a true duel between Celestial Realm experts!"
"To witness this battle in my lifetime, I have no regrets!"
Cheers erupted like a tide and lasted for a long time before gradually subsiding.
On the high platform, Mo Wentian took a deep breath, suppressing his injuries, and slowly asked, "Junior brother, shall we continue?"
Li Wuhen remained silent.
He knew that his injuries were more severe than Mo Wentian's.
If we continue fighting, we will definitely be the ones who lose.
But he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.
The position of sect leader is within reach. Once he ascends to that position, he can control the Azure Sword Sect, form an alliance with Xu Longxiang, and...
As he hesitated, Xu Longxiang, from the Northern Frontier camp below the stage, frowned slightly.
He then turned and glanced at his staff behind him.
He was an ordinary-looking, unremarkable middle-aged man who would never have been given a second glance in a crowd.
But at that moment, a strange light flashed in the man's eyes.
He quietly retreated, disappeared into the crowd, and vanished from sight.
This scene was witnessed by Qin Mu on the high platform.
A slight smile played on his lips.
Then, he lowered his head and whispered something in Jiang Qingxue's ear, who was in his arms:
"I like you very much."
Jiang Qingxue froze.
She didn't understand why Qin Mu suddenly said that.
Is it a test? Or a mockery?
Without hesitation, she quickly replied softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty..."
The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, trembling with suppressed emotion.
Qin Mu seemed quite satisfied with her reaction, and leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe:
"The Azure Cloud Sword Sect has chosen a new leader; how about I bestow upon you the title of Imperial Concubine?"
His voice was very soft, and only Jiang Qingxue could hear it.
But those words were like a thunderclap, exploding in her mind!
To be granted the title of Imperial Concubine?
At this time?
In front of Xu Longxiang?
Jiang Qingxue felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen instantly.
She froze in Qin Mu's arms, her mind blank.
Qin Mu's voice continued to ring in my ears, as gentle as a lover's whisper:
"This can also be seen as an opportunity to announce to the world that we have double happiness."
Double happiness...
These four words were like four cold daggers, piercing Jiang Qingxue's heart.
Jiang Qingxue felt her eyes begin to warm up, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
She bit her lip hard to stop the tears from falling, and with those tears, she said to Qin Mu in a choked voice:
"Your Majesty... I have only been in the palace for a few days... What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve Your Majesty's favor..."
Her words were broken and intermittent, filled with genuine pain and despair.
Qin Mu smiled, reached out and stroked her cheek, his touch as gentle as if he were caressing the most precious porcelain.
"If I say you can, then you can."
His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable domineering authority.
Jiang Qingxue looked into Qin Mu's eyes, his deep, unfathomable gaze reflecting her pale, haggard face.
She knew that Qin Mu's mind was made up, and she couldn't change it.
A chill ran through her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, all that remained was a deathly stillness.
"Yes... Your Majesty... I thank you..."
The voice was very soft and faint, as if it had exhausted all its strength.
Qin Mu nodded in satisfaction and gently scratched her nose with his hand.
This intimate gesture was particularly jarring in front of everyone.
Xu Longxiang, who happened to be looking up from below the stage, saw this scene.
He felt as if his heart was being squeezed and crushed by an invisible hand!
The blood rushed to my head and froze instantly.
My mind went blank, leaving only that image.
Qin Mu affectionately pinched Jiang Qingxue's nose, and Jiang Qingxue lowered her head, offering no resistance...
Xu Longxiang's fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.
He was completely unaware.
At this moment, he no longer cared who won or lost in the ring.
In her eyes and in her heart, there was only that water-green figure and that hand that was groping her face.
Kill Qin Mu...
Qin Mu must be killed...
This thought, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his reason, almost bursting out of his body.
He was on the verge of losing control—
"boom!"
A loud bang suddenly came from the high platform!
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.
On the stage, the two who were originally evenly matched suddenly changed.
Mo Wentian stumbled and staggered!
Although it was only a small step, in a battle of this level, it was a fatal flaw!
The force of his sword also noticeably weakened, and the blue aura on the blade dimmed for a moment.
A blood-red light flashed in Li Wuhen's eyes!
Although he didn't know why Mo Wentian had suddenly revealed a weakness, he knew he couldn't miss this opportunity!
"Blood Shadow Soul Chaser!"
Li Wuhen roared and his figure transformed into a streak of blood-red lightning, instantly appearing in front of Mo Wentian!
The Blood-Drinking Sword pierced straight into Mo Wentian's chest!
This sword strike was as fast as thunder and as ruthless as a venomous snake!
Mo Wentian hastily raised his sword to parry.
"clang--!"
Amidst the deafening clang of metal against metal, Mo Wentian was forced back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone slab.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.
His face was pale, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Just a moment ago, the internal energy within his body suddenly became disordered, as if it had been interfered with by something.
Although it was only a brief moment, for a Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert, that moment was enough to determine life or death.
"Senior brother, you flatter me." Li Wuhen sheathed his sword and stood there, his voice hoarse but filled with barely suppressed excitement.
He knew he had won.
Although the victory may seem somewhat inexplicable, a win is a win.
The audience erupted in uproar.
"What just happened?"
"Elder Mo suddenly..."
"Is it a recurrence of an old injury? Or...?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but no one seemed to notice anything amiss.
Only Qin Mu, standing on the high platform, had a knowing look in his eyes.
He looked down at the Northern Frontier camp below the stage, and Xu Longxiang's lips were slightly upturned.
Clearly, the departure of that advisor was related to Mo Wentian's sudden mistake.
interesting.
A playful smile curved Qin Mu's lips.
This scene is getting more and more exciting.
On the stage, Mo Wentian paused to regulate his breathing, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and gave Li Wuhen a deep look before slowly saying:
"Junior brother...impressive skills."
These words have a hidden meaning.
Li Wuhen remained unfazed: "Senior brother, you flatter me. In martial arts sparring, victory and defeat are common occurrences."
Mo Wentian said no more and turned to walk back to the elders' seat.
His silhouette looked somewhat forlorn.
A collective sigh rippled through the Sword Sect disciples' ranks below the stage.
The Grand Elder lost...
Wouldn't the position of sect leader then fall into the hands of the Third Elder?
Many disciples had mixed expressions.
Li Wuhen's reputation for "Blood Sword" is mixed within the sect.
His lineage's swordsmanship is ruthless and emphasizes killing, which is incompatible with the orthodox "Cloud and Water Sword Technique" of the Sword Sect.
If he becomes the sect leader, the future path of the Sword Sect will likely change.
But rules are rules.
In martial arts competitions, the winner is respected.
If Li Wuhen wins, he will be qualified to compete for the position of sect leader.
On the high platform, the Second Elder, Liu Suifeng, slowly rose to his feet.