Chapter 909 - 413: Do You Want to Try the Joyful Union Sect’s New Disciple?
Chapter 909: Chapter 413: Do You Want to Try the Joyful Union Sect’s New Disciple?
The sea of clouds over Jiuyi Mountain boiled like water at first light, as Ye Qingzhou stood atop the absolute peak, the Three-Foot Cyan Blade in his hand ringing with a clear Dragon’s Roar.
The Sword Qi swirling around his body sliced the clouds within a hundred kilometers into neat geometric shapes, sunlight pouring through those gaps to fall upon the summit, casting mottled scars of light like sword marks.
"It’s done."
Ye Qingzhou exhaled a turbid breath, galaxies seeming to turn within his eyes. He casually flicked the long sword in his hand, and three hundred kilometers away a desolate, uninhabited peak broke with a resounding crack, the fracture surface smooth as a mirror.
This was a sight unseen in the Blue Star Martial Arts World for eight thousand years—someone had broken the shackles of heaven and earth and stepped into the legendary Emperor Realm.
News traveled faster than Sword Qi.
By the time Ye Qingzhou trod the morning glow back to Tingtai Villa halfway up the mountain, the Dongji Kingdom’s Celestial Secret Satellite had already captured the energy peak, and a Purple Level alarm was blaring throughout the Celestial Secret Research Institute.
"Energy reading: 370 million units, twelve times that of a standard nuclear detonation."
Gu Minghui took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, blue light from the projection screen casting fine lines across his face.
"Immediately prepare the conferment documents for the ’Unrivaled National Hero,’ and that set of Divine Martial Emperor Armor—ship it to Jiuyi Mountain at once."
Meanwhile, amid the ruins of New York City in the Western Pole Kingdom, the Blood-Colored Sanctuary’s final twelve Judges were gathered in a safehouse three hundred meters underground.
A holographic projection replayed over and over the Sword Qi that had crossed the Pacific Ocean three days prior—the scene of the Golden Council Headquarters Building being cleaved in two.
"He must die."
The mechanical prosthetic eye of Chief Judge Kane flickered red. As a remnant of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary, he bore a hatred for Ye Qingzhou etched into his bones: "Even a God can’t withstand an antimatter bullet..."
Before the words faded, ripples suddenly spread across the safehouse’s Quantum Shield.
Twelve beams of laser pierced twelve skulls simultaneously, the black combat uniforms of the Science Strategy Department flashing briefly in the dark.
"Cleanup complete."
The commander pressed a finger to his earpiece and reported, "The Judgement Sanctuary remnants have been purged; extracting memory chips now."
The morning mist over Jiuyi Mountain had yet to disperse, and a Dongji Kingdom floating battleship was already hovering above Tingtai Villa.
Gu Minghui descended the automatically unfolding gangway, the Purple Gold ribbon on his dark academic robe fluttering lightly in the Wind. Behind him followed four Soldiers carrying a metal case, its surface flowing with the luster of liquid metal.
"Brother Ye, I trust you’ve been well."
Cyan Dragon leaped down from another aircraft, his military boots shattering the mountain rock.
This youngest Divine General of the Divine Strategy Army was, for once, not in uniform; a dark green long coat snapped and flapped wildly in the mountain Wind. "Last time we parted at Canaan, you said you were going to seek an opportunity to break through. I didn’t expect..."
His words cut off abruptly.
Cyan Dragon’s pupils shrank sharply; he had seen the sword hanging at Ye Qingzhou’s waist—its entire body crystalline like fine crystal, the Sword Qi that the sheath could no longer fully restrain etching fine lines into the ground. Each character carried dense Dao intent; a single glance made one’s soul feel as though crushed down by Mount Tai.
"Congratulations, Sword Emperor."
Gu Minghui bowed deeply, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.
The Celestial Secret Instrument in his sleeve was shrieking nonstop in alarm; the data showed that the energy field radiating from the man before him rivaled a miniature star.
"Today I’ve brought you two gifts."
The metal case automatically disassembled itself, the flowing transformations gradually covering Ye Qingzhou’s whole body.
The nano-level Profound Armor resonated perfectly with his True Qi, nine coiled Golden Dragon patterns emerging upon the breastplate.
"Divine Martial Emperor Armor."
Gu Minghui’s voice tightened, "Forged from Exotic Treasures at the Celestial Material Level, it can withstand—"
Ye Qingzhou suddenly raised a hand, and Gu Minghui fell silent at once.
The Sword Emperor’s fingertip lightly tapped the void; in the distance, the Europe diplomatic convoy was winding its way up the mountain road. At its head, the Pantheon High Priest held a scripture coffer set with gemstones—that was a holy relic treasured by generations of Popes for a thousand years.
"Let them wait."
Ye Qingzhou’s tone was flat, yet all the birds within a ten-kilometer radius fell silent in unison.
He turned to Cyan Dragon. "Have the Blood God’s remnants been behaving themselves?"
Cyan Dragon smiled and flattered him, "On Blue Star, no one can defy your will anymore. Now there are only some Blood Evil Knight Order cowed within the Canaan Rift, and the Divine Strategy Army’s peacekeeping forces are more than enough to suppress them."
He presented a Gilded Wooden Box. "The Special Merit Medal and the ’Mountains and Rivers Forever Firm’ sword tassel. The old marshal said... think of it as a dowry."
The mountain Wind suddenly grew razor sharp.
Ye Qingzhou unhooked the wine gourd at his waist and took a gulp; in the instant the wine spilled, it transformed into ten thousand strands of Sword Qi, carving the full territorial map of the Dongji Kingdom upon the sea of clouds.
Several minor heads of state within the Europe delegation dropped to their knees on the spot, and the scripture coffer in the Pantheon High Priest’s hands burst open with a sharp crack, revealing within a bloodstained Thorn Crown—a holy relic seized by the Blood Race three hundred years ago.
"Tell the Western Pole Kingdom this."
Ye Qingzhou’s voice was not loud, yet it rang clear in the ears of everyone present. "I have no need of prisoners. The blood-debts those Judges bear must be repaid with their lives."
Gu Minghui’s Quantum Communicator suddenly lit up, the holographic image of the Science Strategy Department Minister speaking in urgent tones: "We’ve carried out the Sword Emperor’s order and executed all prisoners; the antimatter weapons development program is terminated immediately. This is a joint statement from Eagle’s Nest and us..."
Ye Qingzhou inclined his head slightly and turned to gaze out over the sea of clouds.
His fingertip lightly tapped the Divine Martial Emperor Armor; the Nine Rank Golden Talisman Secret Text transformed into a phantom Divine Dragon, suddenly coming to life, circling Tingtai Villa once, then solidifying and coiling atop the roof.
Someone in the Europe mission fainted on the spot—that was the legendary Dragon Qi Transformation, a Divine Technique possessed only at the Emperor Realm.
"Three days from now, the Inquiry Sword Pavilion will receive guests."
Leaving those words behind, Ye Qingzhou vanished without a trace, only a pillar of Sword Qi remaining on the mountaintop, stabbing straight into the firmament, tearing open the atmosphere in a rift that ran all the way into outer space.
In the images relayed back by satellites of various nations, the pattern formed by that rift clearly resembled an unsheathed sword.