Monarch Of Time

Chapter 982 Shun Long vs Xuan Bo (2)

Staring at the thousands of transparent strings of sword qi around Xuan Bo, Shun Longʼs lips curved upwards into a satisfied smile, before he turned his gaze towards the dark-silver sword in his hands.

Without a doubt, the thin short sword was a peak 3-star weapon, and an incredible one at that. Although the power it exhibited was being severely suppressed under the laws of the ʼHeavenly Towerʼ and the fact that Xuan Boʼs cultivation base was restricted to a peak rank 9 Dao Kingʼs right now, Shun Long could still tell how extraordinary this silver short sword was.

A moment later, a large, pitch-black sword materialized in Shun Longʼs hands, before a similar aura erupted from his body, causing Xuan Boʼs invincible facade to finally shatter as the young princeʼs eyes widened in disbelief.

Sensing the fluctuations of sword qi coming from Shun Long that were no weaker than his own, and seeing the thousands of transparent sword threads he had created clash against Shun Longʼs, Xuan Bo could no longer hold himself back as he roared

ʼʼSword aura? Youʼve also reached the level of sword aura? How is this possible? You are a mere peak rank 8 Dao King! How can you comprehend sword aura at your level?ʼʼ

At this point, the young prince of the Tianxuan dynasty no longer cared about keeping up appearances nor did he care about looking unsightly, as his defiant outburst reverberated throughout the ancient coliseum.

Of course, his reaction was only natural at this point. Forget about Xuan Bo, as every other Dao Emperor in the central continent would react similarly as well if they saw a mere rank 8 Dao King having reached the level of ʼsword auraʼ!

After all, it was common knowledge that most Dao Kings couldnʼt even touch the threshold of ʼsword qiʼ, or as people in the central continent liked to call it, the ʼRealm of Mastersʼ, unless they were extraordinarily talented in the ways of the sword. Even then, perhaps one in ten million Dao Kings would even step through that threshold and be able to wield sword qi before officially becoming a Dao Emperor.

It was only after becoming a Dao Emperor that oneʼs understanding of the world eventually increased, allowing those talented geniuses to finally grasp those minute details and ultimately reach the fabled level of ʼsword qiʼ.

Even, Xuan Bo, a peerless genius of the sword and someone born with an overwhelming affinity to it thanks to his unique physique, had only touched the level of ʼsword qiʼ just before becoming a Dao Emperor.

Granted, back then, Xuan Bo didnʼt have a fortuitous opportunity like the ʼStone Muralʼ that allowed Shun Long, Jiang Chen, and the others to reach this level, but the ʼTianxuan dynastyʼsʼ inheritance wasnʼt that much worse either.

In the end, Xuan Bo suppressed his raging emotions and turned his gaze towards the black sword in Shun Longʼs hands, before a subtle frown appeared on his face.

At the same time, Shun Long looked at the black swordʼs edge in his hands, before his expression gradually turned somber as well.

Noticing the obvious chips on the black swordʼs surface, and its edge that was now severely blunted after going through so much, Shun Long couldnʼt help but sigh inwardly before his hand softly traced its dimmed metallic sheen.

At this point, the black sword had accompanied Shun Long for more than a dozen years, and although its luster had diminished significantly, it was still the first star-rank weapon that he had gotten his hands on, and it had stayed with him ever since. From the depths of the ʼDragon Lordʼs villaʼ throughout his journey in the central continent and the Holy sect, Shun Long had always used this black sword and it had never gotten a single scratch.

However, after his fight with the purple-robed youth at the fifth trial, Shun Long could tell that his trusted weapon had finally reached its limit.

Whether it was the devilishly handsome chief of outer court disciples of the ʼImperial Mandate sectʼ, the successor of the ancient Huang family, Huang Yun, or the young prince in front of Shun Long now, Xuan Bo, every single one of them was wielding weapons far beyond that level. Of course, they were all peak geniuses of the powers they belonged to, so how could their weapons be any worse?

After clashing with weapons of such high quality again and again inside the ʼHeavenly Towerʼ, as well as slaying thousands of peak rank 6 magic beasts in the first trial, it was only a matter of time before the large black sword finally crumbled, its sharp edge eventually turning rusty and blunt.

And yet, Xuan Bo merely snorted before rushing towards Shun Long a moment later, the dark silver sword in his hands heading straight for his neck.

Although Xuan Bo was disappointed in Shun Longʼs weapon and its current state, he wasnʼt going to give up on this fight just because his opponent didnʼt have a good quality sword or saber.

A moment later, the luxuriously-robed prince had already arrived in front of Shun Long, before he swiped his sword sideways with all his might, aiming to sever Shun Longʼs head in a single strike.

Just like before, Xuan Bo didnʼt use any of the Daos he had comprehended and merely relied on his physical strength and understanding of the sword... as well as his powerful unique physique that he had yet to reveal.

However, Shun Long could tell that Xuan Boʼs strength had increased by more than twofold at this point, as the thin silver sword filled with endless killing intent swiped towards his head.

Without any hesitation, Shun Long raised the black sword in his hands and effortlessly blocked Xuan Boʼs attack, but in the end, another small chip appeared on the black swordʼs rugged edge.

Xuan Bo didnʼt miss this either and quickly went on the offensive, abandoning any notions of defending himself and focusing entirely on taking down Shun Long. It was almost as if the young prince of the Tianxuan dynasty had turned mad all of a sudden, and was determined to take down his opponent even if it meant dying alongside him. And yet, within that mad facade, a hint of calculative gleam could be seen deep in his eyes as Xuan Boʼs attacks turned fiercer and fiercer, and yet more and more reckless, almost as if he was begging Shun Long to strike back.

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