Chapter 2756: The World's Finest Young Man, the Extreme Noon Sword Emperor

Between heaven and earth.

Everyone held their breath, looking toward that battlefield.

In the broken and incomplete heaven and earth, where pitch-black ravines crisscrossed, the androgynous Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor stood firm in the high heavens, holding an umbrella that seemed to carry the intent of spring rain, standing amidst lush weeds, silently gazing down at the wretchedly disheveled armored warrior below:

"Your,"

"Stairway to Ascension?"

"Why is this so?"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor's voice carried doubt, coldly saying: "You are now too weak, too weak, only slightly stronger than a cultivator of the Sevenfold Feathered Transformation Emperor Realm; if that is all, then I will be greatly disappointed."

"Ants have come this far—where in Shen Zhou does one seek the Sword Dao?"

Threads of hidden disappointment spread through the star river.

The sacred sword combat of sword cultivators is not merely about killing the opponent and winning oneself; more importantly, it is about encountering a strong foe, seeing the opponent's splendid Dao amid blood and death, and then elevating one's own Sword Dao thereby—what matters is the process, not the result of an opponent's death.

"Stairway to Ascension?"

The many strong ones of the Immortal Dynasty blinked slightly, then suddenly understood.

From past experience, every Golden Age has a Stairway to Ascension—an independent Immortal Dao transit zone; possessing such a Stairway makes the Immortal Dao path's strength far surpass any road of that Golden Age; otherwise, one cannot reach the summit to achieve that Golden Age.

Such a Stairway to Ascension was the Primordial Ancient Canon's Path to the Dao in the Seventh Golden Age, and the reversal of Heaven and Earth's principles in the Fifth Golden Age.

In the Fourth Golden Age, it was the Heavenly Official, the position of the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor!

Yet the Noon Sword Emperor, for unknown reasons, did not use any Heavenly Official's power in his slaughter with the Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor!

"Noon,"

"Do you not think your Sword Dao contains the position of the Northern Pole True Martial?"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor held the umbrella, standing amidst endless grass, speaking with killing intent.

He came to the Fourth Golden Age, to this battlefield, to seek strong foes to slaughter, to find the possibility of ascending to become an Earth Immortal.

Not to play house with a weak three-character Immortal Scripture Ancient Emperor!

Who dares be so weak? Who dares block his path? Who deserves to die!

Even more deserving of death by a thousand cuts, deserving never to be reborn!

"Heavenly Official!"

"The Heavenly Official, ridiculous to the extreme! Held between life and death in a single thought by that old feathered scoundrel, the Jade Emperor!"

"Which sword cultivator would take such a thing as Sword Dao!"

The Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor slowly rose from the spatial ruins, growling low.

Old feathered scoundrel Jade Emperor!

This single sentence made all the strong ones of the Celestial Court instantly change color.

Boom—

However, despite this, after those words, the Noon Sword Emperor instantly became the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor.

Accompanied by a terrifying howling sound, the entire Wu Jin Kong Kong faintly revealed an all-pervading dragon aura law net, within which were mortal beings, demon beasts, mountains and rivers, and the history of generations of human, demon, and myriad races' civilizations, and moreover generations of True Dragon Sons of Heaven appearing, shepherding the people on Heaven's behalf.

Within this dragon aura law, a hazy, heavy tortoise-snake phantom slowly emerged, gazing skyward and letting out a long cry, its voice shaking the Wu Jin Kong Kong!

This is the position of the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor!

Northern Pole True Martial, the Great Emperor who subdues demons and slays devils!

"Weeds!"

"Damned weeds, I can see at a glance you're not human!"

"You dare cultivate the human race's Sword Dao!"

In an instant, the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor's aura grew several times stronger, his eyes blood-red like blood, furious to the extreme, he roared: "Have all human sword cultivators of the Seventh Golden Age died? Ah? Dare you let a lowly demon race ascend to the Sword Emperor's exalted position!"

"Are you all dead clean!!!!"

"Ah!!!!"

"And that dog bastard of the Supreme Great Sun!"

"He's not human, right? He's a human-demon! A demon race mongrel!"

"Otherwise, how could this weed still be alive now?"

"Die for me!"

Boom—

Heaven and earth Secret Realm, the North Sea's huge waves came howling with the will of the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor, condensing into a terrifying giant sword that froze heaven and earth, carrying the supreme killing intent to destroy everything, crushing layer upon layer of weed seas, slaughtering toward the androgynous Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor in the grass sea!

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor was blown back several light-years, his body covered in ice crystals!

"Hahaha!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor instantly shifted from coldness to delight, his smiling face bursting open.

He only felt that each insult from the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor resonated to the utmost, filling him with delight, making him overjoyed, wishing he could pay to hear more scolding.

"Kill!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Emperor happily chuckled, using the umbrella as a sword, slashing toward the Northern Pole True Martial Emperor with a sky-filling North Sea ice mountain.

He was as light as a butterfly, in the North Sea ice mountains delivering one sword after another, meeting the Northern Pole True Martial Emperor's killing blows, weeds drifting in the wind, landing on the ice mountains, tearing apart one ice mountain after another, letting Shen Zhou again recover from icy snowlands to spring's proud sun, tender yellow and green grass growing.

The life-and-death battle of two three-character Immortal Scripture strong ones tore apart heaven and earth!

The two fought until mad, finally truly beginning to see blood, both extremely excited and frenzied, their eyes bright as stars, obviously both had gained much.

Many Sword Emperors focused, holding their breath, missing not a moment.

In the internal communication among the Sword Emperors, slightly covering up with some etiquette, many Sword Emperors' divine senses were very active, far surpassing any time.

"Magnificent!"

"Magnificent! Fellow Daoist Noon!"

"Did the Extreme Noon Daoist say something wrong?"

"That's right!"

"Not wrong at all!"

"This bastard Nine Leaves hasn't died—he is the eternal disgrace of all sword cultivators of the Seventh Golden Great Age, especially the disgrace of a certain someone!"

"Disgrace! Disgrace!"

"Quickly kill this bastard Nine Leaves, and then let me kill you, Extreme Noon Daoist!"

A Sword Emperor was roaring.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

"Extreme Noon Daoist, if I had known before the battle that you were such a fine young man, I should have bestowed upon you my entire Sword Dao Immortal Scripture! But now to give it would interfere with the sacred sword duel—it is not the act of a Sword Dao gentleman..."

The Sword Emperors of the Immortal Dynasty were overjoyed, driven mad with delight.

These Sword Emperors were arrogant and bloodthirsty; in the end, they even disregarded ceremonial decorum, and without realizing it, allowed these words to be heard by the ancient emperors of the Tushan Maiden Corps system, the ancient emperors of the Immortal Gate system, and cultivators of the Feathered Ascension Emperor Realm. Instantly, killing intent burst forth, and numerous war cannons and orbital cannons swung around, issuing warnings.

The Sword Emperors completely ignored them, doing as they pleased.

On the battlefield, the clash between Nine Leaves Sword Emperor and the Northern Pole True Martial Great Emperor rapidly intensified into a white-hot frenzy. The authority of the Great Dao of Souls and the Great Dao of Mystic Water constantly annihilated each other. One brilliant sword immortal technique after another burst from their hands, containing the utmost sword dao wisdom—utterly splendid, utterly radiant. The sword dao wisdom of the two Golden Great Ages intertwined like sparks, appearing exquisitely beautiful in the eyes of sword cultivators.

Even upon the river of time in the temporal dimension, a certain figure in green robes cast their gaze upon this lower battlefield, staring for a long time, deeply captivated.

Occasionally, the corner of his eye twitched slightly, as he pretended to have heard nothing.