Chapter 850: The World's Number One Divine Blade is Invincible

Yu Tianhua, the expert selected by the Giant Whale Gang, swept through the heroes, defeating several top-tier experts in succession, and ascended to the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader in one fell swoop.

He had originally been a nobody, but after today, his name would surely stir the martial arts world and resound throughout the land.

The crowd of martial arts practitioners looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man, all feeling a complex mix of emotions.

But no matter what they thought, from this moment on, the martial arts world would have one more supreme figure whose might surpassed the Eight Great Sects.

Yet no one expected that a flash of blade light would appear abruptly and actually decapitate this Martial Arts Alliance Leader.

Looking at the head that was still rolling along with a gurgling sound, the entire building was in an uproar, the heroes were shaken, and everyone fell into a state of speechless shock.

Where did that blade light come from? And who was it that struck it?

A single flash of blade light had slain a supreme expert; how brilliant must the swordplay of the person who struck it be? It was nearly that of a Divine Human.

In reality, the fact that Ba Dao was able to succeed with a single strike was partly due to luck.

The battle between Yu Tianhua and the high monk of the Shaolin Temple was the final battle of this martial arts assembly.

With the dust having settled, Yu Tianhua had inevitably lowered his guard, his mind relaxed.

Furthermore, although there was an element of acting in his previous bouts with the experts from the Shaolin Temple and the Emei Sect, he had indeed consumed a great deal of mental and physical energy.

If he had been prepared in advance, in his peak state, and coordinating with his Stand, it would not have been easy for Ba Dao to kill him, and he might even have been killed in return. After all, a Stand is something that can only be seen by another Stand; it is even more bizarre than the "Seven Changes of Empty Emotion."

Soon, everyone thought of another matter: a dead man cannot be the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, so who would serve as the leader now?

The high monk Liaochán of the Shaolin Temple? The nun Yeli of the Emei Sect? But if someone were to become the sect leader, would another flash of blade light come down?

While the crowd discussed the matter, Wuchen Gongzi and Shangguan Haitang in the private room looked at Ba Dao with incomparable astonishment. When had this fellow's blade technique reached such a level that it shocked both gods and ghosts? To decapitate a supreme expert from a distance of several dozen zhang?

Yu Liancheng said, "There are two people left in the Lúnhuí Xiǎoduì, in the second private room on the fourth floor opposite us. One is a Gu master; he used Gu Insects to control Cheng Shifei and some experts from the Seven Great Sects. The other is a lightning-type ability user, a foreigner, and also the captain of this Lúnhuí Xiǎoduì; his strength is the most formidable, and at full power, he can collapse a building."

Ba Dao looked at Yu Liancheng and said, "You aren't asking me to kill them both right now, are you?"

Yu Liancheng nodded.

Ba Dao shook his head and said, "The Seven Changes of Empty Emotion is a martial art, not an immortal technique. At such a distance, my Qi sense cannot reach them, and furthermore, the opponent is inside a private room, with my line of sight obstructed..."

Yu Liancheng cut him off, "Heh, no matter, I shall lend you a hand."

As these words fell, Ba Dao suddenly felt an invisible force merge into his body.

This force was as vast as a heavenly river, causing his essence, Qi, and spirit to surge at an unprecedented speed. His surrounding Qi rapidly climbed, rising like a high mountain from flat ground, and in an instant, it blotted out the sky and sun. When his essence, Qi, and spirit reached their peak, Ba Dao felt the surging power fill every inch of his body, giving him the powerful illusion that a single strike could split the heavens and earth and distinguish between yin and yang.

His Qi permeated outward; his sense, which could originally only extend forty zhang at most, now reached fifty, sixty, one hundred zhang... It was as if he could encompass the heavens and earth if he wished. Under the perception of his Qi, every scene appeared in his mind as if seen with his own eyes. It was as if a pair of divine eyes had been born out of thin air, observing the finest details and penetrating the three realms and six paths. In an instant, he "saw" the two people Yu Liancheng had spoken of.

Of these two, one was an old man wearing Miao Border attire. The other was a white man with golden hair, blue eyes, deep features, and a slender build.

Their expressions carried a trace of panic as they discussed something.

Clearly, despite being reincarnators, they could not help but feel terrified by the sudden death of their teammate. Moreover, the teammates who had gone to hunt down the Fourth Heaven Lady and the Fifth Heaven Sun had also vanished without a trace, and a terrifying sense of suffocation shrouded their hearts.

Ba Dao exhaled gently and struck with his blade.

In Qunxing Yuan, the martial arts heroes were still discussing the matter, and two disciples of the Giant Whale Gang stepped onto the platform to collect Yu Tianhua's corpse.

Boom—a sudden loud noise rang out, and the fourth floor on the south side seemed to have been struck by a meteorite, shattering into pieces with a "bang."

A figure wreathed in scorching white light soared into the sky and landed on the platform, gasping for air, his eyes still flickering with lingering fear.

Just now, a flash of blade light had appeared abruptly and sliced the Gu master in two. Had he not transformed into lightning, he feared that even the aftermath of the blade light would have left him severely wounded.

Swish! The sound of wind being torn rang out. The white captain looked up and saw a black blade aura, fully three zhang long, suspended high in the air, descending at high speed and slashing down at him fiercely.

"Damn it, this is clearly just a Zhōngwǔ Shìjiè, how could there be such terrifying blade light..."

The white captain transformed into lightning once more and lunged forward. A rumbling sound came from behind him; the blade light struck the platform, and with almost no resistance, the platform instantly split apart, sending stone fragments flying.

"Pah!" The white captain spat out some dust. Just as he climbed up, he saw seven or eight blade lights of different colors descending from all directions, slashing at him violently. His pupils constricted, and he gritted his teeth, his toes tapping the ground. Amidst the countless scorching white lights, he turned into a powerful arrow and shot into the sky. At the same time, he clenched his fists, lightning surging within them.

He threw a punch.

Boom!

Boom, boom!!

Lightning and blade light collided, and the violent roaring sound resounded across the area.

Many martial arts practitioners with shallow cultivation could not help but cover their ears, blood spilling from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears.

After shattering two of the blade lights, the white captain's figure folded in mid-air, dodging the remaining blade lights, and then transformed into a scorching bolt of lightning, rushing toward the outside of Qunxing Yuan. His figure crashed through layers of walls, and every person or object blocking his path was pierced through by the lightning and fire; many martial arts practitioners were caught in the crossfire.

Just as the white captain crashed through the final wall and was about to escape, hundreds of blade lights appeared abruptly. These blade lights wove into a dense net, enveloping the white captain.

"Léitíng, Sānjí!" The white captain gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the countless chaotic emotions in his heart, and roared fiercely. Wisps of lightning erupted from the acupuncture points all over his body, and his golden hair danced toward the sky. Boom! Then, his entire body transformed into a vast and mighty golden radiance, like an arrow forged of lightning, crashing into the blade light net with speed and power that surpassed everything.

The blade light net was stretched and deformed, and after a stalemate of seven or eight breaths, the net was finally torn apart, and the lightning arrow fled into the distance.