Monarch Of Time

Chapter 445 - 445 Shun Longʼs trump card

Although he couldnʼt understand the reason behind Cao Lingʼs actions, Jiang Chen was certain that defeating an outer disciple of the Holy sect at full strength as a peak rank 1 Nascent Soul stage cultivator was already impossible.

After all, before they sealed their cultivation levels at the start of the test, even the weakest of the Holy sectʼs disciples had already reached the early rank 4 of the Nascent Soul.

At that moment, Jiang Chen had already expected that the ʼblue-robed young manʼ would start to despair after hearing Cao Lingʼs words, and would either show fear, anger or unwillingness.

And yet, Shun Longʼs expression was actually the complete opposite.

Despite hearing Cao Lingʼs order, Jiang Chen noticed that the look on his face was still calm, as Shun Long continued to stare at the white-robed Dao Emperor in the sky who was looking back at him with a smile.

At the same time, the yellow-robed, long-haired young man couldnʼt believe his ears.

He -a peak rank 4 Nascent Soul stage cultivator who was already an outer disciple of the sect- was going to fight all-out against a peak rank 1 Nascent Soul stage rookie?

However, despite staring at the white-robed Dao Emperor above the arena for nearly a minute, the long-haired young man from the Holy sect noticed, that Cao Lingʼs smile didnʼt fade.

The white-robed Elder didnʼt even spare him a glance as he continued to stare at his opponent instead.

Understanding that he couldnʼt change the Elderʼs mind, the long-haired young man turned his attention towards Shun Long and shook his head in a dissatisfied manner, before the look in his eyes finally turned serious.

His cultivation that was previously restricted at the peak of rank 3 of the Nascent Soul abruptly started to rise at an alarming rate, as it reached the peak of rank 4 in the Nascent Soul in one go!

Staring at the ʼblue-robed young manʼ in front of him, the long-haired young man from the Holy held his sword tightly with both hands, before he said with a resolute voice

ʼʼThis is pointless. Letʼs end this quickly.ʼʼ

Without waiting for a response from Shun Long, the yellow-robed young manʼs body instantly blurred as he looked to close the distance between the two of them and end this fight in a single strike. The young man from the Holy sect obviously intended to end this fight as quickly as possible!

Shun Longʼs gaze immediately turned serious when he saw this, and without any hesitation, he circulated his ʼMonarchʼs Hourglassʼ and activated his second ʼMonarchʼs Domainʼ.

The invisible figure of an hourglass expanded from his body, while his eyes instantly turned golden as well.

Seeing the yellow-robed young man from the Holy sect running at him at full speed, Shun Long didnʼt hesitate any longer, as he waved his hand and took out a black-colored sword with mysterious patterns from his spatial ring.

He knew that concealing his strength and the black sword was useless.

And yet, Shun Longʼs golden eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the long-haired young manʼs sword appearing in front of him almost instantly, and was ready to pierce a hole through the right side of his c.h.e.s.t.

Holding the star-rank sword horizontally in front of him with both hands, Shun Long circulated the full strength of his ʼMonarchʼs Eternal bodyʼ, as he met with the long-haired manʼs attack head-on.

Since he didnʼt have enough time to inject his qi inside the black sword and activate the runes on its surface, he could only use the strength from his ʼMonarchʼs Eternalʼs bodyʼ to block the sword strike.

At that moment, the long, silver-colored sword that was about to pierce through his c.h.e.s.t was perfectly blocked as it landed on the black swordʼs surface, while Shun Long felt a nearly unstoppable force entering his body at the same time.

For a moment, he thought that he was about to lose his grip on the black sword, as his body was instantly swept off the ground and was sent flying backwards for more than 30 meters until he finally stopped.

ʼʼEh? You really blocked it?ʼʼ

The yellow-robed young man from the Holy sect exclaimed in disbelief, unable to realize how Shun Long had managed to block his attack.

Although his attack wasnʼt going to kill Shun Long, he knew very clearly that he hadnʼt held back at all.

At the same time, he had noticed that although Shun Long was extremely fast and his speed probably rivaled that of a middle rank 4 Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the long-haired young man was still slightly faster than him. As for the difference in strength, that was even more obvious.

Even if Shun Long could really jump levels and battle a peak rank 3 Nascent Soul stage cultivator with his cultivation at the peak of rank 1 in the Nascent Soul, the long-haired young man still believed that he could take care of him in a single strike.

This was the reason why he couldnʼt believe that Shun Long had actually managed to block this sword strike of his.

Of course, what the yellow-robed young man didnʼt know was that Shun Longʼs hands had already been injured, despite perfectly blocking the attack.

Even the bones in his hands had started to crackle, barely able to handle the pressure from this sword strike.

After all, his ʼMonarchʼs Eternal bodyʼ was still at the peak of the fourth stage. Facing against the full-powered attack of a peak rank 4 Nascent Soul stage, it was already a miracle that he had managed to block the first attack already.

Finally, the look in Shun Longʼs eyes slowly changed as if he had just made a decision.

His right hand slightly relaxed on the grip of the black sword as he allowed it to touch the ground, while he stared at the long-haired young man opposite to him and mumbled in a low voice

ʼʼI really didnʼt want to use this.ʼʼ

As he finished his words, Shun Long closed his eyes with a resolute look on his face, before the blood inside his heart started to wildly churn.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, like the awakening of a horrifying magic beast, immediately enveloping every corner of the Holy sectʼs arena.

At that moment, regardless of whether it was the disciples of the Holy sect in the air, those sitting in the audience seats, or the white-robed Dao King and Dao Emperor in the sky, everyone who sensed this aura felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts, as they all turned their attention towards the blue-robed young man at the center of the arena.