Outside City 318.
Within the borders of the Dragon Country.
Heavy snow fell as tens of thousands of people clashed.
Two figures, propelled by their qi, hovered precariously in mid-air.
It was only now that Chen Jiuyang understood that becoming a King in the Dragon Country was not as simple as he had imagined.
Why the position of Sword Bearer was higher than that of a King, with greater authority, national destiny, and so on.
"Foreign Kings are forbidden from passing through the Dragon Country's borders!"
But if a Sword Bearer and a King were combined, it would be extraordinary!
This was also why, after the Dragon Capital enfelled him as King Qian, they further appointed him as the Deputy Sword Bearer and bestowed upon him greater authority.
Chen Jiuyang finally understood why, knowing that King Daixuluo harbored ambitions to attack City 318, Consort Gong dared to let him unleash his full potential, even to the point of initiating a battle.
The trump card was not the Sword Bearer of City 318, but the combination of his authority as King Qian and that of the Sword Bearer.
The Royal Sword!
"Roar!"
A melodious and sacred dragon's roar echoed in Chen Jiuyang's mind, and the golden dragon scale phantom in his sea of consciousness roared.
His cold voice fell.
"Rumble!"
A power, invisible to the eye and unutterable in the mysterious realm, suddenly descended upon the scene.
"Rumble!"
King Daixuluo's aura plummeted, inexplicably dropping from the Heavenly Realm to the fourth level of the Earth Realm, matching Chen Jiuyang's cultivation!
"This! How is this possible!" King Daixuluo's face changed drastically. "What happened?"
Our Dragon Country, from the lowliest peddler to the common folk, and from the highest princes and ministers, desires only prosperity, strength, and peace for our nation!
Other countries believed that Dragon Country Kings must be of the Heavenly Realm, as Heavenly Realm cultivators were indeed qualified to guard a nation's borders. However, the secret of the Dragon Country's Kings, when combined with the authority of the Sword Bearer, possessed a magnificent power that could not be revealed!
This was the true trump card! This was why the Dragon Capital remained silent, why the other three Kings remained calm, and why the Dragon Country did not dispatch reinforcements.
Within the Dragon Country, foreign Kings were forbidden from passing!
Those who violated this would be constrained by the Dragon Country! All things in the Dragon Country would reject them!
Chen Jiuyang held a saber in one hand and a sword in the other, his eyes flickering with purple-gold light. He looked at King Daixuluo, his expression calm, his voice indifferent, and his eyes filled with icy killing intent:
"Now, is killing you enough?"
Then, Chen Jiuyang lightly swung his saber, severing the golden Buddha hand, the divine technique of King Daixuluo.
"How is this possible!" King Daixuluo roared with savage fury. "I don't believe it! I can't cut down a pseudo-King of the Dragon Country!"
"In that case, you may try."
Indifferent words escaped Chen Jiuyang's mouth. He then circulated the qi and blood within his body to its fullest, his aura climbing to its peak. "Yuan Dao—Hanhai!"
Within a thousand meters, the falling snow abruptly halted, and the dim sky instantly brightened as if it were day!
Then, he unleashed a saber strike!
"Rumble!"
This saber strike, which seemed to possess the might of a single person shaking the sea, sent shivers down the spines of every martial artist on the battlefield.
Even Gong Luoque and Gong Liexian, who were engaged in battle, felt a chill run down their spines.
How could Chen Jiuyang's saber strike be so terrifying? Had his strength increased even further since the martial rankings competition?
Only a King of the Dragon Country could obtain the secrets of the Dragon Country's Kings.
"A mere pseudo-King of the Dragon Country... Ah!"
King Daixuluo endured Chen Jiuyang's saber strike, but in an instant, he let out a piercing scream. His body was driven further into the ground by the immense and surging power of the saber, creating a massive circular crater. A horrifying wound, chilling to the bone, appeared on his body.
"Bang—"
"Cough cough... Impossible..."
Even though King Daixuluo's martial cultivation had been suppressed, his physical body was still that of a Heavenly Realm cultivator. Chen Jiuyang was only at the fourth level of the Earth Realm. Although this saber strike was sharp, at most it could heavily injure King Daixuluo, not instantly kill him.
A flicker of terror appeared in King Daixuluo's eyes. "Something is strange!"
He could not comprehend what was happening before him.
"Amitabha, King Qian's saber strike is truly domineering and peerless, capable of even heavily injuring a Heavenly Realm King!" Monk Zuokong, while fighting, spared a sliver of his attention to observe the result of Chen Jiuyang's saber strike and sighed.
"Boundless Heavenly Lord, the Kings of the Dragon Country have successors. Even if King Yan cannot save Consort Gong, with King Qian guarding here, there should be no issue," commented the old Daoist Wuwei with admiration.
Countless martial artists from the Yinshen Kingdom looked on in horror. Their King Daixuluo had been defeated?
"My full-power saber strike still couldn't kill King Daixuluo?" Chen Jiuyang frowned slightly, and then a cold glint in his eyes intensified. "In that case!"
"Then, another strike!"
Immediately, Chen Jiuyang uttered a few obscure syllables. His aura, which had already reached its peak, surged again. His entire being was enveloped in purple-golden qi and blood, emitting purple-golden starlight that melted the snow within a hundred meters.
He appeared as if a divine being had descended, unmatched by any!
The tens of thousands of surviving onlookers' eyelids twitched.
So strong! Too strong! This King of the Dragon Country was too powerful!
King Daixuluo's face contorted in shock. While coughing up blood, his pupils contracted sharply. "No, if I take another saber strike from him, I will die!"
King Daixuluo harbored such an absurd thought. He, a true King, was actually fearing a junior at the Earth Realm, a pseudo-King of the Dragon Country.
But the sense of mortal danger that arose within him was not false.
"Escape!"
"I must escape!"
Upon having this thought, King Daixuluo's heart pounded. He quickly got up from the ground despite his severe injuries and fled towards the direction of the Yinshen Kingdom.
The remaining tens of thousands of Yinshen Kingdom martial artists were instantly stunned. Their King had fled!!!
The morale of the Yinshen Kingdom army plummeted to its lowest point.
The leader of an army, the backbone of all soldiers, had actually fled!
If that was the case, what was the meaning of this battle?
"Can you escape?"
Chen Jiuyang, wielding his saber and sword, suddenly darted forward and unleashed another saber strike.
"Rumble!"
Feeling the terrifying saber intent coming from behind him, King Daixuluo's face turned extremely grim.
What an utter humiliation! He, a true King, was being pursued by a pseudo-King at the Earth Realm.
Suddenly, his aura surged back to the Heavenly Realm cultivation.
"This is?"
King Daixuluo's heart trembled. He turned his head and saw that he was now outside the Dragon Country's border. His eyes widened in astonishment, and then he burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! So that's how it is!"
As long as he did not enter the Dragon Country's border, his martial cultivation would not be suppressed.
Upon leaving the Dragon Country's border, his cultivation would naturally recover.
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"
His injuries began to heal rapidly. He then stopped his escape, stood his ground, turned around, and with a powerful grasp of his hand, met Chen Jiuyang's terrifying saber strike.
"Ch—"
Chen Jiuyang's full-power peak saber strike was shattered by King Daixuluo's bare hand. Although his palm was cut and bled a little, this injury was nothing.
He looked at Chen Jiuyang with a ferocious expression. "Pseudo-King of the Dragon Country, let's see how you kill me now!"
The situation had instantly reversed.