Chapter 28: I Am the Lord of the Tianxia Hui

Bang!

Xiong Ba could no longer support his body, blood flowing unceasingly from his mouth, kneeling on one knee, the palace behind him covered in wounds.

Crack crack crack!

The earth beneath his feet collapsed, spreading in all directions like a spider web.

All the experts of the Tianxia Hui turned their gaze toward this former hegemon of the martial world, their eyes filled with shock and sighs.

The might of a single punch was actually terrifying to this extent.

Blood spilled across the long sky.

It also meant this hero was about to meet his downfall, leaving one sighing.

Within just a few years, the Tianxia Hui swept everywhere with an overwhelming momentum, and no power in the martial world failed to submit.

His prestige even vaguely surpassed Wushuang City, which had a thousand years of inheritance; Xiong Ba had the possibility of vying for the supreme position of Shen Zhou.

But now, was the Tianxia Hui to decline? Rising like a trend, it also rapidly moved toward destruction.

This kneeling also meant the undefeated myth of the Tianxia Hui was completely shattered beneath the iron fist of this martial arts myth.

The Tianxia Hui was about to become a thing of the past.

Wen Chou Chou, Qin Shuang, and Du Gu Yifang and his son had already collapsed into a heap of mud; they were closest to Xiong Ba's position, and even though Jiang Xuan had not specifically targeted them, the terrifying fist intent and fist force still made their hearts and souls tremble with fear.

Between life and death lies great terror!

At this moment they felt a sense of fortune at escaping death, fortunate that this punch that could shatter heaven and earth had not been swung directly at them.

Du Gu Yifang now had only bitterness and despair left; he had thought that among the heroes of the world, only Xiong Ba and himself existed. Although Xiong Ba had the ambition to swallow the world, his foundation was shallow, while he himself had the Sword Saint behind him, and Wushuang City had trump cards like the City-Toppling Love, so even Xiong Ba was nothing to worry about.

He had always thought he was the destined lord, inexplicably replacing the original Du Gu Yifang, and this replacement had lasted over twenty years, making him the true Lord of Wushuang City.

He was not the destined lord, so who was?

Now that the Supreme of Shen Zhou was weak, Wushuang City might not be unable to replace him; by then he would be the Supreme of Shen Zhou.

But now, all his ambitions had been completely shattered by that punch just now.

"Master!"

At this moment Qin Shuang came to her senses, supporting her body, and hurriedly ran toward Xiong Ba.

But at this moment, a purple phantom pounced toward Xiong Ba, rushing toward the ruins with the speed of thunder too fast to cover one's ears, and then disappeared.

The whole process happened in a short instant; even Jiang Xuan had not been able to stop it in time.

Just about to investigate further.

At this moment, a sword intent with fully exposed sharpness from a thousand zhang away pressed directly toward the Tianxia Hui.

In a daze, Xiong Ba's corpse completely disappeared.

Xiong Ba's body had no vitality left, with absolutely no possibility of survival; who was this purple phantom, and why abduct Xiong Ba's corpse?

Vaguely felt something was not right.

At this moment, a voice came.

"Xiong Ba, I take the sword as a challenge; seven days from now I will fight you to the death."

As the words fell, a withered figure landed on the flagpole of the Tianxia Hui, his entire body exuding a chilling sword intent.

His hair was sword, his eyebrows were sword, his hands and feet were sword; his whole person seemed like a sword that could destroy heaven and earth.

"Hmm, where is Xiong Ba?"

The newcomer doubted; today he felt something in his heart, comprehended Sword Twenty-Three that an ordinary person could not create, feeling that his days were numbered. After he passed away, Wushuang City would surely be swallowed by the Tianxia Hui, so he prepared to kill Xiong Ba before his time came. Whether this battle succeeded or not, he would eventually fall.

"Hmm, Sword Saint Dugu Jian?"

Jiang Xuan looked at the newcomer, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The fake Du Gu Yifang had not been killed by Nie Feng, and the Sword Saint had still passed customs and comprehended Sword Twenty-Three?

And coincidentally came at the time when he was preparing to investigate the whereabouts of Xiong Ba's corpse; in an instant, Xiong Ba's corpse disappeared.

Was it the world's corrective force, or was there some existence intervening?

"Heavenly Lord, is it you playing tricks?"

Jiang Xuan raised his head to look at Tianqiong, asking softly.

"Heavenly Lord?"

The Sword Saint stood on the flagpole of the Tianxia Hui, wondering why the Tianxia Hui was covered in wounds, when he heard the young man above say a sentence that made no sense.

The Sword Saint, not yet knowing what had happened, only then realized this person was standing in the void.

Standing in the void meant the realm of the martial arts myth.

Combining this with the ruins of the Tianxia Hui before him, could it be that Xiong Ba was killed by the person before him?

Although he had created Sword Twenty-Three, a move that could destroy heaven and earth, against a martial arts myth, he had ultimately not entered this realm and could not fight for long.

He learned the sword at three, became famous at nine, created the Holy Spirit Sword Art, and traveled the world; his only defeat was thirty years ago at the hands of Nameless. He was arrogant, believing his martial arts talent was first-rate under heaven. Now that he had comprehended Sword Twenty-Three, even Nameless might not be able to fight him.

And now he actually saw a dashing youth who was at the realm of the martial arts myth; this terrifying talent...

"Guan Xia, you stand in the void with peerless martial arts; may I ask your esteemed name?"

The Sword Saint was curious.

"Jiang Xuan."

Jiang Xuan also looked at the Sword Saint, not dwelling on why the Sword Saint appeared at the Tianxia Hui at this time.

Whether it was Heavenly Lord or human doing, all enemies blocking his path would be shattered beneath his fists.

Even Heaven would not do.

Jiang Xuan thought of many things: to repay the grace of Xuan Yuan Huang Di's will using the dragon vein to help him attain enlightenment, to remove the great demon of the world, stabilize Shen Zhou, and face the great tribulation of a thousand autumns. He needed only one voice in this Shen Zhou.

To repay the grace of enlightenment, and also his own choice; in the dragon vein he saw that desperate future: the great demon rampant, the people treated as fish and meat, starving corpses filling the roads, bodies lying everywhere.

Neither Wushuang City nor the Supreme of Shen Zhou was any longer the prosperous and powerful they were at their founding.

Even Mingyue often distributed porridge at Wushuang City to feed the refugees within; it was easy to imagine that its interior had long been corrupt.

Such a powerful force was not worth supporting, so Jiang Xuan would walk his own path to hegemony.

Whether it was the Tianxia Association, Wushuang City, or the Shen Zhou Supreme, all would be targets of his campaign.

The Sword Saint had no grudge against him, but if he stood in his way, Jiang Xuan had long intended to test Sword Twenty-Three.

At this moment, a great war ended, and Tianqiong regained its original appearance; the dim sky gradually became a clear expanse of ten thousand li, and thunder and lightning seemed never to have appeared.

Everyone below now looked at the Sword Saint on the banner and Jiang Xuan above Tianqiong.

They secretly wondered whether the two would also engage in a great battle.

"Xiong Ba is dead; I am the Lord of the Tianxia Association. Who agrees, who opposes?"

Jiang Xuan looked at the members of the Tianxia Association, his gaze sweeping over them.

"Lord Chief is wise and virtuous, accomplished in both civil and martial arts, receiving the mandate of Heaven to unify Tianxia."

Countless members of the Tianxia Association all knelt on one knee facing Jiang Xuan, and their signature slogan rang out.

"Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun retain their posts, garrisoning Shenfeng and Feiyun Halls respectively; a new Huolin Hall is established, with Duan Lang serving as Hall Master of Huolin Hall."

Jiang Xuan's voice was not loud, but under the weight of his will, countless people below heard him clearly.

"Father, did you see it? Your son has finally made something of himself."

Duan Lang's face was filled with excitement, and tears welled up.

Ten years of endurance, ten years of unremitting effort; clearly he was inferior to no one, yet all this effort had not earned him Xiong Ba's favor.

After meeting the Lord, first he was guided to obtain the family heirloom Huanghuo Sword, then allowed the three to share the Blood Bodhi and Huolin fragments, and even spared no effort so that he could learn the martial arts of the Ten Strong; now he was appointed Hall Master of the Huolin Hall.

"Father, your spirit in heaven can now rest in peace."

Under the Lord's command, he would surely display his talents and expand more territory for the Tianxia Association.

(Chapter End)