Supreme Emperor of Swords

Ding Hao shook his head uncontrollably.

“Mind Essential” had conferred upon Ding Hao strong seventh-senses, which allowed him to feel that things were amiss.
However, he could not pinpoint where things had gone wrong.

After a short while, One Tao In Morning Dao Qingcheng could not help but give a long sigh.
Unsheathing his sword, he rushed into the battle.

One Blow Dao Qingcheng from the Chopping Sun City which he practiced emphasized upon the fighting desire, cultivating Dao to a high level, and whoever triggered it in the midst of a battle would be able to transform into a battle-frenzied spirit.
The fighting desire would not stop at that, and instead, would intensify as the battle went on.
Moreover, the combat strength would also increase.
It was said that when the practice had reached an unfathomable realm, when injuries worsened, the attack force would increase and the technique would allow the practitioner to gain victory.

Fighting desire was naturally cultivated in the midst of battles.

And meeting such a level of battle was simply like dry wood meeting fire.
Dao Qingcheng had entered the battle for a while and at that moment, he could no longer control the fighting desire in his heart.
With a sweep of his long saber, he transformed into the wind.
His saber radiated light; he headed straight for the Demon King.

“Boom!”

Long Saber and Giant White Bone produced a terrible cleaving sound when they collided.

The One Legged Ox Demon King was momentarily stunned, his body gently swaying.
Clearly, Dao Qingcheng had great strength.

Before, Feng Xingyun, Bi Xia, the Saint Son of Falling Star and the others were not known for their strengths.
When they encountered such a realm of strength as the [Yak Demon King], they had a tough opponent who liked to go hard, and was always struggling a bit.
The addition of Dao Qingcheng had finally eased their pressure, as if there were a powerful MT meat outfit in the team battle, to withstand the bombardment of [yak demon king], or other people’s ingenious moves.
Finally, you could play it.

That battle team of expert geniuses from the Human Tribe gradually overturned the tables.

While on the other hand—

Since she has had the support of Divine Son, Little Buddha Lei Tingchan had finally soothed her pressure.
The melding of the black bone pipe and “sounds of Sanskrit” could block the “Two Reflections of Moon”.
Even though the collaboration seemed victorious, Ding Hao keenly felt that there was a loophole in the collaboration between those two prodigies.

“Sounds of Sanskrit” was a Buddhism technique.
It was august and carried a sense of melancholy which instantly enveloped whoever heard it.
On the other hand, even though Divine Son’s black bone pipe carried the flavor of reincarnation and Samsara from Buddhism, it was still built on the foundation of earthly feelings and basically, did not fit in anywhere.
At the start of the collaboration to the point where the two were entering a climax, the collaboration turned tail and they started attacking each other.

Ding Hao could feel the break up in that collaboration and with the talent of the Spirit Eyes Demon King, he naturally grasped it well.

The rhythm of the erhu intensified in pace and its sound changed abruptly.
From the sonorous and melodious tune it had, it suddenly became fraught with intensity and conflict—the killing intent started to emanate and threaten whoever had come close to it.
The power of its sound wave had trebled much from its previous levels and it destroyed Lei Tingchan’s collaboration with the Divine Son, tearing those two apart.
The resulting stress levels came rolling in, as if it toppled mountains and overturned the seas.

The Divine Son’s facial expression changed.
It no longer looked sanguine.
Right then, his expression was fraught with worry.