I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 598 Cao Youqian Suppresses the Heroes 2

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Cao Youqian emerged victorious after a devastating clash of power, defeating Holy Son Yi Xi with his self-comprehended Unmatched Fist. Despite his exhaustion from consecutive battles against top-tier elites, Cao Youqian issued a bold challenge to the remaining onlookers. A mysterious and formidable swordsman named Wuming stepped forward, seeking to test his skills against the legendary Xiao Chen. As Wuming revealed a terrifying level of sword mastery, Cao Youqian prepared to defend his senior brother's honor in a final, high-stakes confrontation.

Chapter 598 Cao Youqian Suppresses the Heroes 2

"Heaven and Man United."

Wu Ming spoke these four words with deliberate slowness, and in a heartbeat, he became one with the world around him.

At this moment, he appeared as the sovereign of this realm, his blade transforming into the Heavenly Dao's very sword of judgment.

The spectators watched with wide eyes, and a Great Sage of the Sword Dao shouted in shock.

"This... This represents the pinnacle of the Sword Dao; no sword in hand, no sword in heart!"

"The cultivators of the Heaven Continent are truly remarkable."

A slight smile touched Chu Feng's lips as he witnessed this display. "By coming out this time, this Saint has encountered several fascinating young individuals."

Sitting at his side, Bing Yan hid her smile behind her hand, her voice reaching him through Divine Consciousness, "Husband, that man is actually older than you."

Chu Feng: "..."

Xiao Chen whispered to himself, "It is a shame I couldn't face him in person."

Liu Yue'er asked in a soft tone, "Brother Chen, is Senior Brother Cao truly capable of defeating Wu Ming?"

Xiao Chen gave a confident smile. "You underestimate Da Qian far too much. In this place, no one of the same generation can match him, save for me."

The moment he stopped speaking, Cao Youqian, standing high in the sky, also spoke, "Heaven and Man United; I am familiar with that as well."

Having said this, Cao Youqian shifted half a step forward. His aura vanished instantly without leaving a trace. Though he stood clearly before them, he gave the impression of being at the edge of the horizon—visible, yet impossible to reach.

It felt as though Cao Youqian had merged perfectly with the entire Secret Realm.

Simultaneously, a bizarre transformation gripped the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.

The entire pocket dimension seemed to be split down the center.

One half was dominated by Wu Ming, while the other half fell under the control of Cao Youqian.

A flicker of shock crossed Wu Ming's eyes at the sight, but he did not hesitate to bring his precious sword down.

"Slash!"

Clang!

The blade descended with Supreme Heavenly Might, falling upon Cao Youqian like a strike of divine retribution.

"Suppress!"

Cao Youqian barked the command, launching a fist forward at the same time.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed. A fist imbued with the World Will of the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm crashed against the incoming sword.

Though the sword and fist appeared simple, their collision seemed intent on shredding the world itself.

As the two forces met in the sky, the Secret Realm trembled violently, and the fabric of space began to tear.

Fortunately, the ten Saints acted in unison to stabilize the Secret Realm.

Following that single exchange, both figures vanished into the distant horizon.

"What just happened?" a Great Sage whispered, his face pale with dread.

"Those two nearly demolished the Secret Realm just now. It is highly probable they were sucked into spatial rifts, leaving their survival uncertain," another elder Great Sage clarified.

"They are clearly only in the Nirvana Realm, yet the power they unleashed surpasses that of common Great Sages. They have even brushed against the threshold of the Dao. The Human Race is truly entering a golden age!" a Saint remarked with emotion.

While the crowd debated, two figures reappeared in the sky.

After that lone exchange, both looked battered and disheveled.

Cao Youqian’s skin was riddled with sword Qi marks, and a fresh gash lined his cheek.

Wu Ming was in even worse condition. Half of his torso had been crushed into a bloody mess, and crimson droplets slid down his sword to fall upon the earth.

Slowly lifting his blade, he said, "You possess great strength. Among all the rivals I have faced, you are in the top three. I simply wonder if you have any power left to continue?"

Cao Youqian wiped the blood from his face and grinned. "This is nothing. When I spar with my Eldest Senior Brother, this is merely a warm-up. I can endure ten more strikes like yours, but I wonder how many of my punches you can survive."

As he spoke, Immortal Light radiated from his body once more, and all signs of his injuries vanished instantly.

Witnessing this, Wu Ming closed his eyes briefly and sheathed his long sword.

"I have lost this encounter. However, I did not lose to your comprehension of the True Meaning of the Great Dao, but rather to your physical form. I never expected to find a body cultivator in this world whose physique rivals a Supreme Sacred Artifact."

Cao Youqian cupped his fists in respect. "Your Excellency's swordplay is also magnificent. I can sense you still have a world-destroying strike held in reserve. Why stop now?"

"Because if that sword is drawn, it will only result in one of us dead and the other crippled. This is a competition, not a struggle to the death."

Wu Ming left the rest of the thought unsaid: if he had used that strike, he would have been the one to die.

In the Great Era Struggle, a single setback is not the end. Only the final survivor can claim the Heaven's Mandate.

"Those words are fair. I hope to witness that sword of yours one day," Cao Youqian remarked with a hint of disappointment.

"You would not wish to see it."

Leaving those words behind, Wu Ming turned and walked toward the Divine Sword Sacred Land's area.

The moment he touched the ground, his body buckled, and he collapsed forward.

The cultivators from the Divine Sword Sacred Land rushed to his side and carried him away for medical attention.

With a smile still on his face, Cao Youqian asked, "Who else wishes to challenge me?"

Nothing but silence answered him. The entire crowd was hushed.

Whether it was Yi Xi or the now-fallen Wu Ming, the power they had shown left the Sacred Sons and Sacred Daughters of other Sacred Lands filled with trepidation.

If such formidable experts couldn't best Cao Youqian, did they really stand a chance?

After half an hour had passed, a man in black robes wearing a pale gold mask emerged from the Nine Serenities Sacred Land and ascended into the sky.

"I, Gui Ming, shall face you."

Cao Youqian looked at the challenger and shook his head lightly. "You aren't an opponent who can survive a single move from me. There is no point in coming up here to be humiliated."

Gui Ming flew into a rage at those words. Casting aside all decorum, he attacked with fury.

"World Extinguishing Nether Claw!"

A massive, sky-blocking nether claw lunged toward Cao Youqian from above.

Cao Youqian merely threw a careless punch in response. In the same moment he shattered the claw, he sent Gui Ming spiraling through the air.

Watching Gui Ming crash back into the Nine Serenities Sacred Land's camp, he sighed. "Sigh... I gave you a warning, so why didn't you listen?"

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The onlookers stared at Cao Youqian with looks of disbelief. This fellow was truly asking for trouble. He was clearly the one inciting everyone, yet he acted like a blameless, honest man.

Following that, the prodigies of the various Sacred Lands took turns challenging Cao Youqian, but surprisingly, none could withstand even a single blow.

After cycling through the challengers, Cao Youqian shrugged and grumbled, "This level of combat isn't even as intense as sparring with Eldest Senior Brother back at the Sect. Boring, truly boring. You all can play amongst yourselves."

With that, Cao Youqian turned and walked back to the Asking the Dao Academy's side, leaving a group of Sacred Sons and Sacred Daughters trembling with fury.

Cao Youqian noted their enraged expressions, and his lips curled upward. He thought to himself: This Sacred Son loves the way you all want to kill me but lack the power to do so.

For a moment, the mood within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm turned tense and strange.

Fortunately, the presence of the ten Saints kept any real chaos from breaking out.

Great Sage Zhan Sheng stood up once more and declared, "Since there are no more challengers, the Ten Saints Grand Competition concludes here. This Saint proclaims Cao Youqian as the victor of this Ten Saints Grand Competition. Are there any objections?"

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