Legend of Swordsman

He was well aware of his own Heart power. If he wanted to obtain the top inheritance from the Qishen Temple, if he wanted to successfully merge with the Dao, he had to become stronger, to let the Qishen Temple see his potential.

Right now, right in front of him, there was a path – obtaining the remaining parts of the Beast God Weapons.

With all his might, he was considered top-notch among the Dao Lords.

But compared to those half-step Emperors, he fell far behind. He needed to become even stronger. The path to merging with the Dao was right in front of him; he had no reason to give up.

Just because his opponents were stronger, should he give up?

That was laughable. Even though he wasn’t very respectable to begin with and was not considered top-tier among his peers, ever since he acquired that secret treasure, a seed of strength had sprouted within him.

He hoped more than anyone to see that seed blossom and bear fruit.

Forget about half-step Emperors; even if Jian Wushuang was an Emperor, he would steel himself and compete.

Furthermore, Jian Wushuang didn’t give him the impression that he had reached that level yet. Even half-step Emperors hesitated. Although those domains were powerful, he had seen through it. Jian Wushuang was probably the Ultimate Dao, his Yan power within must be that robust.

Their strengths probably didn’t differ by much. He might not necessarily lose in the subsequent competition.

As for Jian Wushuang setting his eyes on the treasure on his body, he sneered.

Even if he couldn’t win, he wouldn’t willingly hand over his Candle Dragon Feather Wings. At least, the current rules prohibited mutual killing. He wasn’t afraid of Jian Wushuang at all. Even if there were future conflicts, he had hope to survive in Jian Wushuang’s hands.

Unable to win in a fight, couldn’t he still evade?

The treasure was his life. With it, he had reached the heights he now stood at, accustomed to the adulation of others.

To look up to others?

He’d rather die.

Jian Wushuang saw through it all in an instant, discerning Si Tian’s determination. He couldn’t help but sneer.

Well, let’s see. 800,000 treasure points, he had a 90 percent chance of obtaining them in advance, securing the position of commander. Si Tian stood no chance against him.

Apart from Wan Xing, no one else could compete.

Hu Qing’s chosen path of cultivation diverged greatly from the path of the Divine Beast; he probably wouldn’t make an exchange for those items.

His most formidable opponent now wasn’t So Tian; it was Wan Xing. Xue Yue and Leng Shuang were equally matched, no match for him. He knew little about Wan Xing, and he dreaded the possibility of Wan Xing exchanging for that treasure.

Buzz!

A day passed quickly. Except for the East Wall where Jian Wushuang was stationed, the Grand Yan Immortals on the other walls had all significantly enhanced their strengths.

“Commander of the East Wall, Jian Wushuang!”

“Leader: Si Tian, Nan Tong, Gu Chao…” “Generals: MO Long…”

16 positions were quickly announced.

Originally, those who thought that only Jian Wushuang had achievements and had hoped to rely on luck were now disappointed. It seemed things weren’t as naive as they had imagined. Ultimately, strength spoke for itself. This realization relieved the powerful Grand Yan Immortals. As a powerful Dao Lord, Si Tian being appointed as a leader was accepted without protest.

However, among the five half-step Dao Lords on their side, four were leaders, and one unfortunate soul was relegated to the position of a general. This filled him with extreme resentment towards Jian Wushuang, but he dared not show it openly.

His methods were very effective against the weak. He was at least a cut above those other half-step Dao Lords. Yet, it was he who was squeezed out of the commander’s position.

How hateful!

Someone’s hatred often accompanies someone else’s joy.

They felt the distribution this time was simply too fair.

“We have to thank Jian Wushuang, or else this position of leader would have been seized by some insignificant people.” The speaker was burly, deliberately raising his voice as he respectfully gestured towards Jian Wushuang.

One, it was to disgust the half-step Dao Lord who had been pushed out of the leader position, and two, it was to curry favor with Jian Wushuang.

Strength commands respect naturally.

At the same time, MO Long was also very pleased.

With the treasure set, he too was an extreme-level Grand Yan Immortal.

Now, on the city walls, apart from Jian Wushuang and Si Tian, there were five half-step Dao Lords and more than 30 extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals.

Among the 30-plus people, MO Long’s strength did not rank in the top 10.

But his foundation was incredibly strong; all strengths were divided based on the foundation.

MO Yong’s physical body was perfected, something not easily achieved even among Dao Lords. Either one needed a wealth of treasures to enhance the body, or they lacked the energy to practice.

After all, the physical body was nothing more than a mortal’s flesh and blood. Many powerful beings focused more on enhancing their divine bodies; the physical body was often neglected.

MO Long didn’t dismiss even the slightest improvement he could make to his physical body.

If he could elevate his body to the point of being immortal and indestructible, that would be a different story.

Like MO Long, among peers, he was nearly invincible.

An eternal, indestructible body was considered basic strength.

After the positions were allocated, the City Lord’s Mansion sent out a golden arrow that soared into the sky.

In the midst of the darkness, turmoil reigned. Countless powerful Devouring Demons could no longer contain their savage instincts. Their sharp fangs gnashed against their lower lips, eyes burning red with a bloodlust that pierced the night.

They had been suppressed within the depths of the Original Planets for countless years. Now, unleashed once more, they stared back at the practitioners with a madness that enthralled them.

Jian Wushuang, seated firmly atop the city walls, observed the chaos within the darkness with the same intensity in his eyes.

His aura bore a striking resemblance to those Demon Lords, but his was as dark as pitch, a void ready to consume.

Buzz!

At that moment, the earth trembled, and the hum of horn echoes filled the air as the grand formation was about to be activated.

“Kill!

At this moment, regardless of their rank or strength, everyone erupted into action.

The chaos within the darkness, the frenzy of the Devouring Demons, and the practitioners throwing caution to the wind—all of these scenes unfolded as if in a distant ancient era.

Tens of thousands of Perfected Nine Revolutions Devouring Demons shook their heads and surged out from the darkness.

Their momentum could shake the heavens and the earth, far surpassing the power of mere millions of Nine Revolutions beings.

The gap between Nine Revolutions and perfection couldn’t be bridged by sheer numbers.

According to the established hierarchy, the Devouring Demons, comparable to Perfected Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, were classified as I-Star.

Now, these Demon Lords, equal to Perfected Nine Revolutions, were 2-Stars.

The classification followed a pattern: I-Star at Nine Revolutions, 2-Stars at

Perfected Nine Revolutions, 3-Stars at top-level, 4-Stars at peak-level, 5-Stars at extreme-level, 6- stars for Dao Lords, 7-Stars for half-step

Emperors, and 8- Stars for those who rivaled Emperors.

Emperors, and 8-Stars for those who rivaled Emperors.

Although these Devouring Demons lacked the cultivation techniques and treasures of practitioners at the same level, their strength was genuine. What they lacked were the treasures used by practitioners or the profound skills cultivated by them.

This collision was exceptionally fierce.

The restraint shown in the previous three waves was unleashed in this onslaught by the Devouring Demons.

Even some Perfected Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals joined the fray, fiercely engaging in battle. Groups of three to five practitioners besieged a

2-Star Demon Lord, rending the sky and earth apart in their fierce combat.

The 2-Star Devouring Demons were only comparable to Perfected Nine Revolutions at best. Among the 100,000 Grand Yan Immortals, as long as one achieved Perfected Nine Revolutions, they possessed the combat power of top-level Grand Yan Immortals and could effortlessly slaughter these 2-Star Devouring Demons.

Despite having similar numbers, the disparity in quality was insurmountable. Among the 100 ,ooo Grand Yan Immortals, nearly 90,000 were top-level Grand Yan Immortals..