Chapter 440 - 436: The 7 of You Wish to Be My Enemies

Chapter 440: Chapter 436: The 7 of You Wish to Be My Enemies

The crowd stared unblinkingly at the sky. After such an earth-shattering blow, a victor had surely been decided.

But who was the victor of this epic battle?

Who was the winner on Kunwu Mountain Peak?

Who was... the greatest prodigy of the younger generation in the Six Eastern Provinces!

Everyone understood that the significance of this battle was monumental.

"Is there even a question? Ling Tianxu must have won. He has the Sword King Body, and his Cultivation is a major Realm higher than Ning Jiang’s. That last sword strike was simply unstoppable."

Someone said, unable to resist voicing their opinion.

Many people nodded in agreement. Indeed, the might of Ling Tianxu’s sword strike had been too immense. Even from so far away, they could feel that sharp aura, capable of slaying all before it.

However, the expressions of many True Monarchs of the Heaven-Reaching Realm suddenly changed dramatically.

"Sigh... I never would have expected this."

The sigh came from a beautiful woman in palace attire. She carried herself with a noble air, and many couldn’t help but steal furtive glances, captivated by her beauty.

And she was none other than the Vice Palace Master of the Moon God Palace, Su Yuying.

At this very moment, this peerless beauty—whose Cultivation had reached the Supreme Celestial Rank, just one step away from becoming a King—had her beautiful eyes filled with utter shock.

"I admit, I underestimated you... But what comes next will be the greatest tribulation you have yet to face..."

Su Yuying said softly.

As she spoke, the light in the sky gradually receded and vanished.

Then, two figures appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Ning Jiang, with his white clothes and white hair, was completely unstained by blood. He stood tall in the sky, exuding a peerless grace.

Opposite him was a small Primordial Spirit figure—it was Ling Tianxu’s Primordial Spirit! His physical body had been utterly annihilated in that last exchange.

"HISS..."

Everyone gasped, utterly dumbfounded.

’The Sword King Body... was actually defeated?’

In a thousand years, the Six Eastern Provinces had only produced one King’s Body: Ling Tianxu. From the day of his birth, he had been the center of attention in the Six Eastern Provinces. Everyone knew he was destined to become a King.

And yet, powerful as he was, even his physical body had been destroyed by Ning Jiang!

"How unpredictable life is. As the once-in-a-millennium King’s Body, Ling Tianxu was destined to be the protagonist of the Six Eastern Provinces, to one day rule over them and stand above even the great Kings. But who could have imagined that the Six Eastern Provinces would also produce an anomaly like Ning Jiang."

"They say it’s a misfortune for others to be born in the same era as Ling Tianxu. Perhaps it’s Ling Tianxu’s misfortune to be born in the same era as Ning Jiang?"

"If Heaven gave birth to Ling Tianxu, why did it also have to give birth to Ning Jiang?"

Countless people sighed emotionally, feeling it was a great shame for Ling Tianxu.

He should have been the brightest, most dazzling star in the Six Eastern Provinces. Who knew that Ning Jiang would appear out of nowhere to trample him underfoot? What a profound misfortune!

"How... How could I lose?"

At this moment, Ling Tianxu’s Primordial Spirit was filled with disbelief. His face was a mask of insanity, unable to accept this reality.

"If this were a few days ago, before my Divine Eye had fully formed, defeating you would have cost me a heavy price. But unfortunately for you, you’re facing the me of today."

Ning Jiang spoke faintly.

The sun and moon in his eyes slowly faded. With their current power, his eyes could only unleash such a massive attack once.

"No! I refuse to accept this! I have the Sword King Body! I am a born King! What the hell are you?!"

Ling Tianxu let out a long howl, and everyone could hear the bitter resentment in his voice.

No one spoke.

If they were in Ling Tianxu’s shoes, they wouldn’t be able to accept it either. It was a universally acknowledged fact that a King’s Body was superior to a Mortal Body. Why else would it be called a "King’s Body"? They were born kings, destined from birth to sweep aside their peers and eventually become Kings themselves.

"Ling Tianxu, your perspective is too narrow. What’s so great about a King’s Body? I’ve even slain those with Sacred Bodies and Dao Bodies!"

Ning Jiang’s eyes were indifferent.

His words shook Ling Tianxu to the core. He stared disbelievingly into Ning Jiang’s eyes, trying to find any trace of a lie.

But what made his heart tremble was how genuine Ning Jiang’s gaze was. Deep within his eyes was an indifference, the kind possessed by one who has stood at the very pinnacle of heaven and earth.

It was like the Celestial Dao looking down upon all of creation, seeing everything as nothing more than ants.

This gaze, so lofty and godlike, made Ling Tianxu feel utterly insignificant.

His voice trembled. "Ning Jiang, who exactly are you? What is your background?"

"Enough, Tianxu. We will soon find out who he is. As for your great defeat, do not be disheartened. Your path has always been one of smooth sailing, which is not necessarily a good thing. Setbacks make a person braver and stronger."

An authoritative voice rang out.

Then, a surge of Power materialized into a brilliant sphere of light, enveloping Ling Tianxu’s Primordial Spirit. A middle-aged man then drew this sphere of light into his sleeve.

Ning Jiang did not move.

A King had just intervened. That was the only reason Ling Tianxu’s Primordial Spirit survived; otherwise, he would have been reduced to ash and smoke by that power.

Looking over, one could see this middle-aged man was tall and powerfully built, with eyebrows that shot up like swords. He carried a single sword on his back.

As he stepped forward, the very air, influenced by his presence, turned sharp and fierce, whistling and howling without end.

"The Celestial Sword King."

Below, countless minds were violently shaken. The many disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect had already bowed in reverence.

And it wasn’t over yet.

Then, six more figures emerged, standing side-by-side with the Celestial Sword King.

The seven of them stood there without moving, yet their presence alone caused winds to surge and the very heavens to change color.

Many people felt as if they couldn’t breathe.

"Heavens, all seven Kings have actually appeared."

Their hearts pounded wildly, to the point they nearly fainted.

A scene like this was too overwhelming for them. These Seven Great Kings had established the Seven Great Super Sects. For ages, they had been the Sovereigns of the Six Eastern Provinces.

A stomp of their foot could make the Six Provinces tremble; a single word from them could decide the rise and fall of countless powers.

"What are you all standing around dazed for? How dare you not bow in the presence of the Kings?"

A True Monarch of the Heaven-Reaching Realm barked.

His words jolted everyone out of their stupor. They all snapped to their senses and hurriedly bowed toward the seven Kings. Many with lower Cultivation, unable to withstand their combined presence, dropped directly to their knees.

"We pay our respects to the Kings," the crowd called out respectfully in unison.

However, the Seven Great Kings didn’t spare them a single glance. As Celestial Martial Realm Kings, they were high above the mortal world. In their eyes, did the teeming masses even exist?

At this moment, the gazes of all Seven Great Kings were fixed upon Ning Jiang.

Ning Jiang felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, as if he were carrying several Ancient Divine Mountains on his back. A voice echoed ceaselessly in his mind: Kneel... kneel... kneel...

It seemed that if he just knelt, this suffocating pressure would disappear.

But who was he?

What was the might of a King to him?

He stood there, his figure as straight and sharp as a sword, his gaze filled with boundless majesty. He then spoke a phrase that shook the heavens: "The seven of you... wish to make an enemy of me?!"