The Sovereign's Ascension

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“First on the Nirvana Banquet, first on the Dragon Pulse Ranking!” Mei Zihua’s voice was instigative, and it reverberated throughout Thunderblood Square. This naturally made Ji Lingfeng, Xiao Yuanqi, and the Autumn Mountain Lord furrow their brows.

“He ultimately came.” Lin Yun turned to look at Mei Zihua, who raised the jar of wine in his hand and smiled.

“Watch out!” Someone exclaimed that after Yan Cangming examined Ao Feng’s injuries. He took advantage of where Lin Yun’s attention was directed towards to charge over. The timing he chose was brilliant. It was at a tricky angle, wanting to launch a sneak attack on Lin Yun.

But as soon as he stepped onto the Thunderblood Stage, a strong wind swept out. The wind was so strong that it made Yan Cangming squint his eyes, and it felt like there was a wall of wind hindering his footsteps.

When Yan Cangming squinted his eyes, he could see a dazzling sword ray enveloping boundless wind sweeping over towards him under the empowerment of the Heavenly Dome Sword Intent. The sword tip seemed to have eyes, and Yan Cangming could feel a chill run down his spine the moment the sword was aimed at him. It made him feel as though he fell into ice.

A sense of danger immediately spread throughout Yan Cangming’s heart before spreading throughout his body. In the nick of time, Yan Cangming stopped his footstep with great difficulty. He tried his best to dodge, but the sword still tore through the dragon origin around him, leaving a faint blood mark on his cheek and a few strands of his hair falling to the ground.

When Yan Cangming raised his head, he saw that Lin Yun had already turned around, and he was using two fingers to manipulate the Flower Burial Sword. His hair was like a black waterfall fluttering in the wind, and his white clothes made him look graceful.

But in the next moment, the Flower Burial Sword emitted a buzzing noise and disappeared from Yan Cangming’s sight. This greatly shocked Yan Cangming, and he was looking at this scene with disbelief. Then, Lin Yun’s body looked as light as a sword before he suddenly disappeared. This was the profundity of the Heavenly Dome Sword Intent, and the Flower Burial Sword summoned Lin Yun over.

“Behind me!” Yan Cangming quickly turned around. It was just as he had expected. Lin Yun already held onto his sword, and indifferently swung his sword.

As sparks flew around, a sinister gash appeared on Yan Cangming’s chest and the Nethermoon Saint Armor, with blood splashing out. Yan Cangming was immediately sent flying away with his face distorted from the pain.