Chapter 827: Liu Divine Technique

Swoosh!

As Emperor Liu’s voice had just fallen, a heaven’s chosen could no longer hold back and shot into the sky, flying into that strange other-space battlefield.

That other-space battlefield had been opened up independently, connected to real space yet existing outside of it, like an external dimension—utterly wondrous.

As that heaven’s chosen stepped into it, everyone could still see him, but could no longer sense his aura, as if he’d been completely cut off. This was Emperor Liu’s method.

There were far too many heaven’s chosen here this time, and there were even Imperial Son level figures. Once a great battle broke out, it would definitely shake heaven and earth. Even with Emperor Liu present, Wanliu City might still be affected, so directly opening an other-space battlefield perfectly resolved all these problems.

"Go, let’s head in!"

Soon, the other heaven’s chosen also couldn’t wait any longer and flew inside, awaiting the start of the great battle.

"Nineteenth Prince, I hope you don’t turn into a turtle hiding in its shell. If you’ve got any guts, get in here and fight!"

The Dugu Imperial Son let out a cold laugh, using goading words on Su Han, trying to anger Su Han into entering the other-space battlefield. Once that happened, dealing with him would be as easy as turning a hand.

Although Emperor Liu had said there could be no deaths or serious injuries, delivering a heavy blow to Su Han was still possible. The Dugu Imperial Son had no intention of letting Su Han off.

The Meng Po Empress shot Su Han a cold glance, said not a word, and flew straight toward the other-space battlefield. Among the heaven’s chosen participating in this martial contest for marriage, she was the only woman—utterly out of the ordinary.

Su Han didn’t rush to move. He stood there, his gaze sweeping horizontally, taking in each heaven’s chosen one by one.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win a hundred battles!

This time, Su Han’s opponents were not just the Dugu Imperial Son and the Meng Po Empress; every heaven’s chosen entering the other-space battlefield was his rival.

At last, Su Han prepared to move. This battle was one he could not avoid.

"Your Highness, utmost caution!"

Eunuch Sun solemnly reminded him once more, while Li Mingliang and Li Qingyue at the side were filled with worry. There were too many heaven’s chosen this time, and both the Dugu Imperial Son and the Meng Po Empress had locked onto Su Han. Danger lurked on all sides.

Su Han nodded, said nothing more, rose into the air, and flew toward the other-space battlefield.

"Doesn’t know if he’s living or dying!"

Seeing that Su Han actually dared to come, the Dugu Imperial Son kept coldly laughing, icy light flashing in his eyes—cruel and ruthless.

"Let’s see how this old lady plays you to death today!"

The Meng Po Empress’ lips curled slightly, like a cat toying with a mouse, full of mockery and disdain.

High above, Lu Yunxian and the Heir of the Li Family were also focusing on Su Han.

"Little Han, you must be careful!"

Lu Yunxian did not ask that Su Han become wealthy or illustrious, nor that he stand out above all others—she only wished that he remain safe and sound.

"Brat, daring to lay a hand on my woman—even if you were the Heavenly Sword Crown Prince, I still wouldn’t show mercy!"

In the Heir of the Li Family’s heart, killing intent surged; he already regarded Su Han as his number one target. Yet on his face, his smile remained gentle, like a spring breeze.

"Yun Xian, I’m going in. Just wait for my good news!"

The Heir of the Li Family spoke softly, then stepped out, his figure turning into a blue rainbow as he flew toward the other-space battlefield.

"The Heir of the Li Family is going in too—he’s also going to join the martial contest for marriage!"

"What are we going to do? The Heir of the Li Family is too powerful. If he’s participating, we don’t stand a chance at all."

"There’s no helping it. We can only join forces and eliminate him first, or else we’ll never have any chance."

As they saw the Heir of the Li Family fly into the other-space battlefield, countless people inside and outside Wanliu City erupted in commotion, and within the other-space battlefield the heaven’s chosen all wore expressions of wariness.

The Heir of the Li Family was a Saint Realm Third Layer powerhouse, and a monstrous heaven’s chosen ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon List. His participation was like a fierce dragon crossing the river—impossible to ignore.

Swoosh!

Very quickly, quite a few heaven’s chosen reached a consensus: they would join forces against the Heir of the Li Family, eliminating the strongest first so the rest might have a chance.

Thus, as soon as the Heir of the Li Family entered the other-space battlefield, he was surrounded by over a hundred heaven’s chosen.

But the Heir of the Li Family had long anticipated this situation. He showed not the slightest panic; instead, he maintained that same gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Turning your spears toward me is a bad idea."

The Heir of the Li Family chuckled lightly, then waved his hand. Holy Might descended from the heavens, blue rainbows blazing, transforming into nine willow branches. These branches were not physical—they were formed of energy—yet they shone with cyan-golden light, runes upon runes covering them, like chains of divine order.

"Liu Divine Technique!"

Someone cried out in shock, recognizing the method. This was one form of the Liu Divine Technique, able to turn willow branches into weapons; offense and defense combined, a Thousand Changes and Transformations, moving as one pleased—extremely powerful.

"Heavenly Rank Low Level Martial Skill: Myriad Willows Heavenly Hand!"

The Heir of the Li Family laughed softly, and the nine willow branches instantly lashed out like long whips, like tentacles striking toward the crowd.

Although this art was only Heavenly Rank Low Level, its future was limitless. If cultivated to the extreme, one would wield tens of thousands of willow branches. When they erupted, they could shatter heaven and rend earth—terrifying beyond compare.

The Heir of the Li Family had only condensed nine willow branches, yet they were already extraordinary. At this moment, the nine branches roared forth, bearing Holy Might and condensing the power of time and Spatial Force, making countless people’s expressions change.

The greatest ability of a Saint Realm powerhouse was grasping a thread of the power of time, allowing for ultimate changes, moving as the heart desired.

One of the willow branches was emerald green and lustrous, crystal-clear, lashing out like a long whip toward a white-robed youth. This white-robed youth was no weakling—he was a Supreme Realm Ninth Layer powerhouse, ranked in the three hundreds on the Hidden Dragon List.

But right now, the white-robed youth felt a crisis unlike any before. His face changed drastically as he quickly drew a Holy Sword, sword light crisscrossing as he spread open his Domain, fully blocking.

Unfortunately, his gap in strength with the Heir of the Li Family was far too great. The willow branch whipped like a lash, shattering tens of thousands of sword rays and smashing apart the white-robed youth’s Domain. In the end, when the branch collided with the Holy Sword, the power of time erupted, twisting the Holy Sword’s might so that the branch brushed past the sword and whipped across the white-robed youth’s body.

Crack!

The white-robed youth was instantly struck as if by a heavy blow, his entire body whipped and sent flying sideways. Across his chest was a bloody whip mark, bone-deep—his injuries were extremely severe.

And the willow branch’s force was immense. The white-robed youth couldn’t stop his body at all, retreating wildly, until he was directly whipped out of the other-space battlefield, becoming the first heaven’s chosen eliminated.

With just one willow branch, a heaven’s chosen was effortlessly eliminated. The power of the Heir of the Li Family was despair-inducing.

At this moment, all nine willow branches struck out simultaneously, and six or seven heaven’s chosen were eliminated in that very first clash.

The nine branches coiled around the Heir of the Li Family, making him seem like the Liu Divine reborn, inspiring boundless dread.

"Too strong. If he isn’t eliminated, we don’t stand a chance. Everyone, join forces—eliminate him first, then fight over the top spot."

Those who dared come were all heaven’s chosen of their regions; naturally, they wouldn’t be cowed by the strength of the Heir of the Li Family. Someone proposed that everyone join hands, and many quickly agreed.

"A bunch of ants."

Looking at the group launching a joint siege, the Heir of the Li Family wore a smile, but in his heart was nothing but scorn.

The top spot is mine. No one can take it from me!