Chapter 229: The Long Dragon Sword Rises in the Southern Forest Domain, Bearing an Infamous Name for Eight Hundred Years!
After half an hour, a rich fragrance filled the entire island. The scent seemed to carry a mysterious power, causing everyone who smelled it to feel their bodies tremble, as their inner powers resonated deeply.
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“Second-tier divine artifact!”
Everyone’s eyes blazed with desire.
This was far more valuable than ordinary divine artifacts, possessing a mysterious power second only to third-tier items. For many, this was the ideal substitute.
Without hesitation, everyone acted, deploying their hidden strengths to approach as fast as possible.
“Get lost!” The Northern swordsman swallowed a scarlet pill, and his aura became wildly fierce, with each sword strike radiating a deadly chill.
Some nearby fighters hesitated and stepped back, unwilling to confront him head-on.
Although he wasn’t as strong as Han Yuanzhen, he was still formidable, wielding seven levels of sword intent. Now, with the mysterious pill’s boost, he was rapidly approaching the highest ranks!
“Qianyuan Blood Surge Pill?” Dongmen Xiangzhong raised an eyebrow. “That’s a seventh-grade rare pill. Your faction is quite generous.”
Temporary boosts in strength often come with significant side effects, and such a pill has drastic impacts.
But in such a situation, it’s understandable.
The Northern swordsman quickly closed in on the second-tier divine flower, only a few meters away now, its form becoming visible.
But just as joy appeared on his face, a fierce wind swept down on him.
His expression changed, and he quickly retreated.
A massive beast with six limbs and deep blue scales, occasionally sparking with flashes of thunder, had appeared on the spot.
“A Thundercloud Sky Beast!” The Northern swordsman recognized it.
It was a sea beast exclusive to the Eastern Sea with thunder dragon blood, naturally wielding lightning power.
Another five Thundercloud Sky Beasts landed, surrounding the Northern swordsman.
“Controlling six beasts at once?” The swordsman grew tense.
Eastern Sea’s beast control techniques were famous, and strength was often judged by the number of beasts a warrior could command.
Typically, controlling three at this level was already extraordinary, but six?
Dongmen Xiangzhong floated above, appearing relaxed with a feathered fan in his hand, gently fanning himself.
“Though it’s a contest within a secret realm, let’s avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Withdraw, to spare yourselves.”
There were no rules against severe injuries or death in these treasure contests. But being of the same righteous path, most preferred to show some restraint — usually stopping short of lethal force.
Unless, of course, the opponent was from the demonic path.
“It’s too early to say that!” The Northern swordsman clearly wasn’t backing down.
With his increased power from the pill, his confidence had also risen.
“Soul-Cry Blade, Ice-Slaying Strike!” Taking a deep breath, the swordsman charged toward Dongmen Xiangzhong, aiming to capture the leader first, rather than entangle himself with the beasts.
The Thundercloud Sky Beasts were also fast, instantly regrouping around Dongmen Xiangzhong, with one remaining to guard the area.
The remaining five surrounded the swordsman, unleashing their powerful natural abilities, some nearly rivaling true intent amplification.
Gradually, the Northern swordsman was overpowered, his pill boost fading along with its strength.
The next moment, a beast took advantage of an opening in his defense, slashing him across the chest and sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious and injured from the side effects of the pill.
Meanwhile, near the divine flower, others continued to battle fiercely, each hoping to take advantage of the chaos to secure the treasure.
But they all stopped suddenly when they heard a snapping sound.
The divine flower had been cut free.
To everyone’s surprise, an unremarkable figure now stood beside the divine flower, placing it in a jade box.
It was an elderly figure who had earlier gone unnoticed. He had managed to seize the treasure!
“Got it,” Yun Bujue’s eyes shone with joy.
It had been easier than he’d expected, probably because he appeared so unthreatening that no one had paid him much attention.
But now, holding onto it would be the real challenge.
“Put down the divine flower!” a nearby fighter shouted, rushing toward Yun Bujue.
“Yinge, it’s time to be drawn.” Placing the jade box into his storage ring, Yun Bujue took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
When he reopened them, they were filled with a sharp, determined gleam, as though he were a completely different person, exuding intense energy.
“The Long Dragon Sword rises in the Southern Forest Domain, bearing an infamous name for eight hundred years!” Yun Bujue turned and drew his sword, unleashing a brilliant flash that illuminated the entire realm.
Pure swordsmanship, without any intent amplification, drove his enemies back in awe.
“That sword!” someone noticed.
In Yun Bujue’s hand was a cracked sword, its blade marred by countless fractures, yet it emanated a chilling aura.
“A blood-stained relic, a damaged heavy weapon,” Dongmen Xiangzhong murmured, intrigued. Heavy weapons were exceedingly rare, something even he didn’t yet possess. However, he expected his sect to grant him one upon reaching Marquis rank.
“With just that sword, you won’t be my match.” Dongmen Xiangzhong waved his hand, commanding his six beasts to encircle Yun Bujue.
“Leader, hmm?” Yun Bujue studied Dongmen Xiangzhong, who was easily the strongest here. Using Yinge alone wouldn’t suffice for victory.
“Hand over the flower.” Dongmen Xiangzhong lightly waved his fan, assessing Yun Bujue as one whose lifespan was nearly exhausted and who might not survive an all-out battle.
He had no desire to kill him.
“Two hundred years ago, I defeated an Eastern Sea leader,” Yun Bujue replied, slowly straightening his hunched back. “If I remember right, her name was Dongmen Binglan.”
Dongmen Xiangzhong’s fan froze in his hand, his brow furrowing.
“Who are you? How do you know my grandmother?”
“Hahaha! I am Yun Bujue!”
Yun Bujue laughed, raising his long sword in front of him as his aura grew fearsome.
A massive, towering sword appeared, filling the heavens with an awe-inspiring presence — full of ten levels of sword intent.
“Ten levels sword intent!” Dongmen Xiangzhong’s eyes narrowed.
Such complete sword intent revealed an extraordinary level of comprehension and hinted at Marquis-rank potential.
But how could one still be at the Life and Death Realm boundary at his age?
“No, wait!” Dongmen Xiangzhong soon noticed something odd.
Though complete, the sword intent was fractured, like shards forced back together, exuding a sense of disjointedness.