Chapter 1318 - 1317: Dragon of Sand and Dust

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1317: Dragon of Sand and Dust

The Ghost Lotus King’s lips curled into a mysterious smile, "King of Golden Buddha, long time no see."

"Not too bad."

The King of Golden Buddha reluctantly squeezed out two words.

"Hehe, it seems the healing medicine of Cloud Mud Temple works well. Even after being poisoned by my ghost poison, you can recover this quickly."

The Ghost Lotus King’s face revealed a faint, mocking expression.

"You!"

Hearing this, a disciple of Cloud Mud Temple stepped forward with an angry expression, glaring at the Ghost Lotus King.

Clearly, this person was humiliating the King of Golden Buddha face to face.

The King of Golden Buddha stopped the Cloud Mud Temple disciple behind him, a shrewd glint in his eyes, "Forget it, the shame of defeat must be redeemed with victory."

He had lost to the Ghost Lotus King in the last great battle. It’s a fact; when geniuses clash, defeat is inevitable. But this battle on Mount Kunlun is his chance to turn the tables.

The Ghost Lotus King’s gaze swept through the crowd and finally landed on Gu Lei. Her eyes sparkled slightly, "Gu Lei, I didn’t expect you to come as well."

"Why? If you from the Western Wilderness can come, why can’t we from the North Wilderness?"

Gu Lei responded coldly.

"Hehe, of course not. I’m just surprised, with your personality, coming to the Nine Provinces doesn’t seem like you’d be content with silence."

The Ghost Lotus King looked at Gu Lei and chuckled. She had dealt with Gu Lei before; given his irritable nature, a visit to the Nine Provinces Land would certainly cause a stir, challenging people everywhere. Yet, this time was peculiar; it was only known that Gu Lei had challenged the King of Snowy Night, and then there was no more news.

"None of your business."

Gu Lei’s gaze remained cold, but there was some gloom in his heart. It wasn’t that he didn’t challenge anyone; he was just defeated by Ling Chen in the first battle. Luckily, on his way back, he encountered the King of Snowy Night, which allowed him to regain some face; otherwise, he would have been totally embarrassed.

Just as Gu Lei was contemplating with uncertainty, a black meteor-like figure swiftly swept across the horizon, landing on the ground.

"Demon Sword King Wei Wuxian is here as well."

Many people immediately recognized Wei Wuxian. Without even seeing his face, just the sharp and unique aura was enough for them to guess his identity.

"Wei Wuxian from Penglai, they say he will become the Sword Devil of this generation—an intriguing opponent."

Not far away, Gu Lei’s eyes narrowed as they looked at Wei Wuxian. After defeating Ling Chen, his next opponent would be Wei Wuxian.

"Holy Heart Queen is here."

"King of Taisu is here."

"King of Snowy Night is also here."

As time passed, other Youth Kings arrived one after another. When the King of Snowy Night arrived, he also glanced distantly at Gu Lei, remembering his most shameful loss in his life outside Lingyue Island to Gu Lei. After all, Ling Chen is exceptionally talented, universally acknowledged as the King of Ten Thousand Swords, and Gu Lei is merely a common barbarian.

"King of Ten Thousand Swords is here!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly arose from the crowd. They looked towards the source of the voice and saw a young figure arriving on a sword, descending at a spot.

The numerous eyes were filled with a sense of solemnity. Ling Chen’s performance in the Emperor’s Tomb was well-known among many young geniuses. Although it wasn’t Ling Chen’s own power, it still earned Ling Chen widespread fame.

Many people have considered Ling Chen as one of the strongest Youth Kings.

"That’s King of Ten Thousand Swords Ling Chen."

Behind the Ghost Lotus King, a tall black-robed swordsman stepped out. His face was covered in stubble, his nose high, his countenance possessing an exotic flair, his eyes sharp as he hugged a Treasure Sword, staring at Ling Chen from afar with a glint of battle intent in his eyes.

The Ghost Lotus King glanced at the black-robed swordsman beside her, "If you want to go, then go. You came to Mount Kunlun for this person’s challenge, didn’t you?"

"That’s right,"

The black-robed swordsman nodded, "King of Ten Thousand Swords, King of Ten Thousand Swords—there’s only one person in the world who qualifies for this title. If I defeat Ling Chen, this title will be mine, Sang Kun’s."

With that, he leaped forward, landing not far from Ling Chen.

"Hmm?"

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows and his gaze fell on the black-robed swordsman.

"First Swordsman of the Western Wasteland, Sang Kun, formally challenges Your Excellency."

The black-robed swordsman landed at the center of the clearing, his feet inches above the ground, hovering in mid-air as he stared directly at Ling Chen, commanding loudly.

"First Swordsman of the Western Wasteland, Sang Kun? This person actually wants to challenge Ling Chen."

"It seems those from the Western Wilderness are quite unfriendly, targeting Ling Chen no less."

"But actually, Ling Chen might not necessarily guarantee victory. Remember, the King of Golden Buddha lost quite miserably to the Ghost Lotus King from the Western Wilderness—a defeat so humiliating he can’t lift his head to this day."

"There might be some suspense, but Ling Chen surely hasn’t remained stagnant!"

The crowd didn’t know Ling Chen had previously defeated Gu Lei, so they felt a bit uncertain and began to worry for Ling Chen.

"Sang Kun, this kid really doesn’t know the heights of heaven and the depths of earth."

Not far away, Gu Lei chuckled coldly, feeling somewhat schadenfreude. Only he knew how strong Ling Chen was. With Sang Kun’s skills, there was no way he could be Ling Chen’s opponent.

Of course, he wouldn’t say such things. Sang Kun’s win or loss was none of his concern. He could even use Sang Kun as a tool to probe Ling Chen’s abilities, allowing him to study Ling Chen’s techniques further. Why not?

"You challenge me?"

Ling Chen was somewhat surprised. There were so many Youth Kings here, why choose him specifically? Though Sang Kun’s abilities were decent, he was not in Ling Chen’s league. Not to mention now, even half a year ago, Ling Chen believed he could easily defeat him since the two were simply not on the same level.

"What, you don’t dare?"

Seeing Ling Chen’s expression, Sang Kun thought he was unprepared and caught off guard, secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Maybe he could really win.

"Why not dare?"

Ling Chen’s surprised expression faded as he calmly said, "If that’s the case, let it be limited to three moves. If you can endure three moves, you will be the King of Ten Thousand Swords from now on."

"That’s what you said!"

Sang Kun, seeing Ling Chen’s composed demeanor, grew furious inside, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger. As long as he wins, let’s see if the other has any qualifications to put on airs in front of him.

Bang!

The ground beneath exploded as Sang Kun charged towards Ling Chen at high speed. Midway, the long sword in his hand cut through the air, slicing with its Sword Light. Underneath, sand was shaved away, creating a sandstorm that merged with the sword qi, transforming into a colossal Wind and Sand Dragon several hundred meters long, fiercely sweeping towards Ling Chen!

With not a single ounce held back, Sang Kun attacked with killing intent from the start. Furthermore, he deliberately chose a sandy area to unleash his ultimate move. Once the Wind and Sand Dragon emerged, it exuded a vast and overwhelming spirit, spiraling forth.

Roar!

The sound of the sandstorm combined with the roar of the Wind and Sand Dragon, produced a deafening sound.

"What a fierce move, ordinary people couldn’t possibly withstand it."

The crowd held their breath, watching Ling Chen closely, hoping to see how he would respond.