Chapter 3142: Sword Immortal Hong Zun

The matter of eating was not mentioned at all, but with Zhao Tianqing's voice transmission, the crowd beneath the high platform actually fell silent.

After all, Zhao Tianqing is the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, his prestige among the Human Race is great, so naturally many people believe his words.

Since even Palace Master Zhao said so, the crowd naturally had no further doubts, let alone that this matter concerns the overall situation.

For a moment, although everyone still felt something strange in their hearts, they also calmed down considerably.

Having pacified the crowd, the following matters became much simpler.

In the end, only five remained; they took turns fighting, and the affiliation of the Sword Immortal was decided based on the number of victories.

This is already the fairest method, not deciding everything by the outcome of a single match.

But the problem is, right now nobody cares whether it's fair or not.

Everyone present knows that the selection of the Sword Immortal has already been decided, except Hong Zun himself remains unaware.

In the first match, Hong Zun faced Zhao Tianqing.

Looking at Zhao Tianqing, Hong Zun had no confidence; those guys before each had some issue, and he wasn't sure if Zhao Tianqing was still normal.

However, the next second, that familiar voice transmission came again in his mind.

Upon this, Hong Zun's expression turned odd; indeed, has even Zhao Tianqing become abnormal? Who, exactly, is scheming against him?

Hong Zun dares to affirm that he has been set up by someone, but he doesn't know exactly who.

Originally, the biggest suspect was Xu Jie, this rebellious disciple; with his ability, could he bribe so many people? Hong Zun somewhat disbelieved.

Originally I thought Zhao Tianqing would be like those few before, but after hearing the content of the voice transmission, Hong Zun felt a bit dazed.

All that was heard was Zhao Tianqing's voice transmission saying:

"Hong Zun, just perform normally."

Huh??? Does this mean we're supposed to fight normally?

Unlike before, when as soon as we met they'd say things like 'watch me perform' or 'you've got this', Hong Zun's heart actually felt a twinge of emotion; finally, can we fight normally?

He felt a secret relief.

But the facts proved he had overthought it; as Hong Zun made his move, Zhao Tianqing merely went through two motions and ultimately fell to his sword in a pose so fake it couldn't be faker.

Seeing Zhao Tianqing with his long sword pressed against his brow, Hong Zun's face turned black.

What the hell was I even expecting? This damn thing isn't normal either.

Zhao Tianqing, the mighty Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, can be defeated by just a few of my swords?

Do you think I just started cultivating today? I, Hong, could still not know your strength?

I've fought side by side with Zhao Tianqing on many battlefields; how could Hong Zun not know his weight?

Without exaggeration, if Zhao Tianqing were serious, he couldn't even block a single sword of mine; this damn thing even has a reverse.

"Daoist Hong Zun, your swordsmanship reaches the divine; Zhao is no match."

Zhao Tianqing also lost; next came a powerful sword cultivator.

Similarly defeated by Hong Zun's hand, then came Tianhe.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Hong Zun's gaze at him felt off; this guy probably also has a problem.

However, Tianhe didn't waste words, went straight into action, and brought Hong Zun to victory.

As Tianhe also willingly admitted defeat, Hong Zun had no strength left to say anything more.

Both Palace Masters of the Heavenly Palace have fallen under his sword—would you believe that if you heard it? Isn't this just absurd to the extreme?

Three victories in a row; next only the final battle remains.

However, in fact, by this point whether this battle is fought or not is no longer important.

Well, before Hong Zun even stepped down, Zhao Tianqing directly spoke up.

"Daoist Hong Zun, you have now won three battles in a row, even I and Tianhe have lost; I think this final match need not proceed, after all, since I and Tianhe are no match, that already explains everything."

"You damn it, you two don't even know how you lost in your own hearts."

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun, standing on the stage, twitched the corner of his mouth; you still have the nerve to say that.

The two great Palace Masters of the Heavenly Palace lost to me? You've lost all face; who exactly, who is scheming against this old man?

Even Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe willingly cooperate; what exactly has the person behind this promised? Isn't this power a bit too great?

The more he thought, the more it became a chilling thought; someone who bears him no ill will yet possesses such ability—Hong Zun pondered back and forth, and finally his gaze unconsciously turned toward Qi Xiong on the high platform.

It seems only the Senior Brother and them.

Qi Xiong, already filled with shame and panic, upon sensing Hong Zun's scrutinizing gaze, felt a surge of anger rise in his chest.

This damn thing still has the face to look at him? You've thrown away all the face of my Dao One Immortal Sect.

With such a Sword Immortal title, what do you want it for? To invite ridicule?

But before Qi Xiong could speak, Hong Zun's voice sounded first in his mind.

With so many people around, it's not good to confront Qi Xiong face to face; I can only use spiritual voice transmission.

"Senior Brother, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Huh???

As soon as these words were spoken, Qi Xiong's whole body trembled with anger; what is this? The evildoer files suit first? The thief cries 'catch the thief'?

You bastard, I haven't even come to settle accounts with you, yet you dare show up first—are you playing like this?

His eyes blazing with fury, he glared deathly at Hong Zun, about to retort angrily, but at this moment, the voices of Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe suddenly came through.

"At this Sword Cultivator Assembly, the victor Hong Zun shall henceforth be the leader of our sword way, the Sword Immortal of the present age."

Hearing this, Qi Xiong forcibly swallowed his words again, glared viciously at Hong Zun, and secretly thought to himself.

You bastard, just wait until we get back.

For now, everything is settled; as the Sect Master of the Dao One Immortal Sect, if Qi Xiong were to jump out again now, wouldn't that be him slapping his own face?

By then it won't just be a matter of losing face; it will be losing face completely, and he'll even have to go up and stomp on it twice.

Now that it's come to this, we can only go along with the mistake—first play along with this damn thing, finish the act, then we'll talk.

Afterwards, applause broke out in the arena, led by Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe, with a host of sword cultivator powerhouses following.

Seeing many powerhouses clapping, the crowd below, though reluctant, also clapped and made noise.

But there wasn't much joy in the applause; instead, it seemed strange everywhere.

Even on the stage, the Sword Immortal Hong Zun, the victor, showed no excitement at all; instead, his old face was flushed red from holding it in.

Even when facing the arena referee's congratulations.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Hong Zun, for bravely winning the title of Sword Immortal."

Heh..........

He gave a bitter smile, tugging at the corner of his mouth, and Hong Zun glanced at the referee: "Are you sure this is congratulations? Your expression shows no joy at all."

Besides Hong Zun, those who were still confused in the crowd included Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, and Wang Tieshu and their group.

Earlier, Zhao Tianqing deliberately omitted them from his voice transmission, because in his view, Xu Jie and the others should already know the inside story, so there was no need to repeat it.

At this moment, seeing their master actually win the Sword Immortal title, the fellow disciples all stared at each other, and the pure-hearted Lu Youyou couldn't help but say.

"Master really became a Sword Immortal?"