Chapter 255

The Eternal Sword Discussion Assembly is held once every ten years.

It is the grandest sword cultivator festival in the May Tian Ce Dynasty and its surrounding countries.

This assembly is located in the "Heaven Sword Mountain Range" in the eastern part of the May Tian Ce Dynasty; the mountain range stands towering and majestic, wreathed in clouds and mist, like a giant dragon coiled between heaven and earth.

In the center of the mountain range, a huge martial arts arena rises from the ground, natural and masterful, as if carved by the hands of gods.

Surrounding the martial arts arena are tens of thousands of spectator seats; the dense crowd surges like a tide, and the sounds of noise, cheering, and discussion intertwine to form a deafening wave of sound.

Above the martial arts arena, dozens of huge light screens float, clearly projecting every detail of the arena so that even the furthest spectators can see it clearly.

It is said that this kind of "technology" is something from the ancient era, and modern cultivators cannot find the materials for it.

Near the edge of the center of the martial arts arena, a sword-shaped stone stele one hundred feet high stands tall, engraved with ancient sword patterns and emitting a sharp sword aura.

This is the place where only past champions are qualified to leave their sword patterns and names; there have already been ninety-nine, and this time they are competing for the one-hundredth.

Whoever can have their name engraved here will surely be able to leave a legacy for ten thousand generations, to be revered by the world.

Thinking of this, which contestant wouldn't be excited and want to leave their mark on this stele?

This Sword Discussion Assembly not only attracted young sword cultivators from the May Tian Ce Dynasty but also gathered genius sword cultivators from surrounding countries.

The inheritance of the Sword God is the supreme glory that countless sword cultivators dream of; whoever can stand out in this grand assembly will be able to become famous throughout the world and become the new generation of sword path leaders.

Around the martial arts arena, it is bustling with traffic and voices.

The onlookers from various cities have already packed the martial arts arena tightly, and after the staff of the Ethereal Immortal Alliance checked the tickets, they entered one after another.

Quite a few people fought fiercely to compete for a spectator seat.

As the organizer of this grand assembly, the Ethereal Immortal Alliance had already sold out the tickets, and quite a few scalpers even took the opportunity to raise prices, making a fortune.

On the rostrum of the martial arts arena, the Sect Masters of the Five Great Sword Sects gathered together, their momentum extraordinary.

The He He Zongzhu of the Heaven-Crying Sword Tomb, "Crying Sword Venerable" Mo Wulei, wore a black robe with a cold expression; that sorrowful temperament made one know his sect at a single glance.

Passing by him, one could perceive a powerful negative force sweeping over.

The He He Zongzhu of the Firmament Sword Sect, "Firmament Sword Saint" Ling Tianfeng, wore white clothes fluttering in the wind with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes; he had three swords, which were the Three Sword Arts of the Firmament Sword Sect.

It is said that every sword has slain countless living beings.

The He He Zongzhu of the Nether Sword Valley, "Nether Sword Demon" Ye Wushang, was shrouded in black mist, revealing only a pair of cold eyes; his temperament was somewhat deep, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.

Ye Wushang's sword technique was the most bizarre, killing people without even leaving a trace; few people were willing to offend the Nether Sword Valley.

The He He Zongzhu of the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion, "Flowing Cloud Sword Immortal" Yun Yufu, wore a green shirt and held a jade sword; her temperament was otherworldly, like a fairy from the nine heavens descending to earth.

The foundation of the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion was the strongest among the Five Great Sword Sects, and Yun Yufu's strength was even more unfathomable.

The He He Zongzhu of the Grand Void Sword Palace, "Grand Void Sword Venerable" Qu Zhongxu, wore a purple robe and held an ancient long sword; his brow revealed an aura that seemed natural.

Just standing there, he looked like a sword, and he was hailed as the strongest sword body!

The Sect Masters of the Five Great Sword Sects each sat on the rostrum; although they were polite to each other on the surface, their words hid sharp edges.

"He He Zongzhu Mo, I heard that the 'Weeping Blood Sword Child' of your Heaven-Crying Sword Tomb has been in seclusion for many years; I'm afraid he will shine brilliantly at this Sword Discussion Assembly." Ling Tianfeng smiled slightly, his tone carrying a bit of probing.

Mo Wulei snorted coldly and said indifferently: "He He Zongzhu Ling is too kind; that kid just happened to break through by luck, and compared to the 'Firmament Sword Child' of your Firmament Sword Sect, he is still far behind."

Ye Wushang smiled coldly and interjected: "Why are you two being so humble? My Nether Sword Valley's eldest disciple has already cultivated the 'Nether Nine Swords' to perfection; this Sword Discussion Assembly will definitely let the world see the power of my Nether Sword Valley."

Yun Yufu smiled lightly, her voice as pleasant as a clear spring: "Why must He He Zongzhu Ye be so aggressive? The path of the sword emphasizes peace of mind; being too competitive actually falls into a lower class."

Qu Zhongxu smiled indifferently and said: "He He Zongzhu Yun is right; the struggle of the sword path is just for exchange and learning, why care so much about winning or losing?"

These five people were in a competitive relationship; some had good relationships, while others had very bad ones, and they were all ruthless people who hid swords in their smiles.

And behind them, the disciples of the major sword sects were already rubbing their hands, preparing to show off their skills at the Sword Discussion Assembly.

At the same time, in a corner of the martial arts arena, Luo Yong was standing in the line of contestants, feeling uneasy.

He looked up at his surroundings, only to see a sea of people, with hundreds of thousands of eyes staring at them, the contestants, as if they wanted to see every move they made clearly.

"If I lose in front of so many people, it doesn't matter if I lose, but I am now competing on behalf of His Majesty Li Chen, so I absolutely cannot lose." Luo Yong muttered to himself, his palms already sweating.

A young sword cultivator in green clothes next to him glanced at him and smiled: "Brother, is this your first time participating in the Sword Discussion Assembly? Don't be nervous; it's no big deal if you lose. Anyway, being able to enter the top one hundred already counts as being a genius."

This guy looked very kind, different from the aggressive temperament of other sword cultivators.

Luo Yong smiled bitterly and said: "Thanks for the comfort, brother; I don't want to put pressure on myself either, but this is my first time seeing such a scene."

Unlike other sword cultivators, who were brought by their elders—who would tell them some precautions—Luo Yong came alone and carried the entrustment of His Majesty, so his pressure was immense.

The green-clothed sword cultivator laughed, patted Luo Yong on the shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, all of us who can enter the top one hundred have some skills, don't we? Who doesn't have a trump card? Just perform normally and show your own strength." Luo Yong nodded, his heart settling down a little.

He looked down at the sword in his hand; golden light flowed faintly on the blade, as if it contained infinite power.

This was the sword His Majesty Li Chen had personally refined for him; although he still couldn't fully feel its mysteries, he believed that His Majesty Li Chen would never lie to him.

"Whenever you can't win, just inject energy into the hilt and wait to win."

Luo Yong recited Li Chen's words in his heart, as if he had found his backbone, and the tension in his heart gradually dissipated.

At the same time, on the judge's stand, the Son of Fortune, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian, was sitting lazily in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the contestants below, a look of disdain curling the corners of his mouth.

"These people are really full of confidence." Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian whispered to himself, his tone carrying a bit of mockery.

The sidekick Qin Meng next to him laughed upon hearing this: "Divine Son, although these people can't compare to you, they are at least geniuses of the major sects; don't underestimate them."

Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian snorted coldly and said: "Geniuses? In my eyes, they are just ants. Once they compete for the top ten, I will deal with them one by one and let them know what a real genius is."

Qin Meng said this just to let Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian show off; otherwise, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian would feel uncomfortable holding it in.

Hearing their conversation, the Hall Master of the Sword Technique Hall, who was also a judge, couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

!

Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian's arrogance was already a well-known fact.

As the Divine Son of the Return to Ruins Boundless Sect, his strength was beyond doubt.

For this Sword Discussion Assembly, this guy didn't want the Sword God's inheritance; he purely wanted to defeat the top ten geniuses with his own strength in front of hundreds of thousands of people, to prove his invincible posture.

Actually, several elders of the Sword Technique Hall also wanted to see if Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian was as godlike as the legends said.

Under the expectation of all, the Eternal Sword Discussion Assembly officially began.

For the sake of fairness, one hundred contestants entered the competition venue to draw lots.

In a closed box, there were numbers from 1 to 50, with two lots for each number.

Those who drew the same number would directly become opponents.

This was witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people in the audience, and even the Sect Masters of the major sects were there; there was absolutely no shady business.

Only by doing this could they ensure that the tickets for this event were worth the price, and it could also ensure the gold content of the top one hundred selected from tens of thousands of people.

Luo Yong took a deep breath and, under the gaze of all, drew a lot from the lottery box.

The green-clothed sword cultivator next to him saw Luo Yong's bad complexion and asked: "What number did you draw?"

Luo Yong helplessly showed it to him; it was exactly the number '1' lot.

He never expected that he would be the first to go on stage.

The green-clothed sword cultivator still loyally said it was fine; it didn't matter what number you were, it was better to go on early, and after fighting, you could take some elixirs to quickly recover your state and prepare for the second round.

For this Eternal Sword Discussion Assembly, one's state was very important.

Encouraged by his "good brother," Luo Yong nodded, and his confidence began to recover.

Incidentally, his good brother's lot was 50, which proved that if they wanted to fight, they would have to enter the finals.

After the lottery ended, the one hundred contestants stood on one side of the martial arts arena, waiting for the start of the competition.

On the judge's stand, a middle-aged man in a white robe with a majestic aura slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the audience like lightning, his voice as loud as a bell, spreading throughout the entire martial arts arena.

"Contestants, the rules for this Eternal Sword Discussion Assembly are as follows!" His voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, instantly suppressing the noise of the entire arena.

"First, this sword discussion focuses on Sword Intent; the use of other weapons is prohibited, and violators will be directly disqualified!"

"Second, the consumption of any elixirs during the competition is prohibited; violators will be considered cheating and expelled on the spot!"

"Third, all contestants must suppress their cultivation to the Soul Spirit Realm and may not fight with power exceeding this realm; violators will be disqualified!"

"Fourth, the competition is to be stopped at a point; you may not intentionally harm anyone's life, and violators will be severely punished!"

"Fifth, the outcome will be determined by the judge's stand; if there is any objection, it can be raised on the spot, but the final interpretation right belongs to the judge's stand!"

After the rules were announced, the whole arena boiled over again.

The audience discussed it one after another; some agreed with the rules, believing that this was the only way to truly reflect the pure strength of sword cultivators; others felt the rules were too harsh and might limit the performance of some geniuses.

However, for the contestants, the rules had been announced, and they could only comply.

Luo Yong stood to one side, took a deep breath, gripped the sword in his hand tightly, and recited in his heart: "Your Majesty Li Chen, I will definitely not let you down! Your Majesty Li Chen, are you watching!"

(End of chapter)