192: The clash between the sword spirit and the saber spirit

At Peerless Sect, everyone's gaze converged on Ji Mo.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ji Mo made only one gesture, a gesture all Blue Star people understood.

His right arm lifted, his fist clenched, and suddenly a mischievous middle finger sprung up, accompanied by a mocking smile on his face.

Even people from this Plane, who didn't understand the meaning of the gesture, could tell that it definitely wasn't conveying anything good.

"Lu Wu, honestly, I think you're like an S.B., really. You act as if you're the Son of the Plane. What the Hell are you showing off for? You're just a bastard, what's there to be smug about, trash!"

Would Ji Mo be afraid? What a joke, he possessed the noble Bloodline of Blue Star. If he were scared by someone else, he wouldn't even need others; his big brother would beat him to death.

"Lu Wu, your so-called superior attitude is entirely due to your Imperial Rank father behind you. In your perception, perhaps that is heaven. Today, I'll tell you, that's all bullshit. You think you're superior just because of your so-called Imperial Rank Bloodline? Today, I'll let you know what true nobility is. Come, fight!"

Ji Mo's words were like a thunderbolt in broad daylight, filled with soaring heroism and surging passion, shocking the entire audience.

Lu Wu was provoked by these words, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"A lowly dog, an inferior being is an inferior being, a born bastard. How could you know how noble this Young Lord is? Today, this Young Lord will beat you until you kneel, shatter your impractical fantasies, cripple your cultivation base, sever your limbs, and make you kneel forever outside Peerless Sect."

Ji Mo's disdainful attitude completely enraged Lu Wu. Standing on the war chariot, his Saber Intent surged, and Hell illusions continuously appeared.

"Buzz~ Buzz~~~~~"

The evil Saber Intent sliced through the air, tore through space, covered the entire area, and a bloodthirsty killing intent assailed Ji Mo.

Ji Mo was naturally fearless. His Sword Intent was released, vast and mighty, forming an ocean of swords, confronting Lu Wu's Saber Intent.

This was a clash between saber and sword. Space fragments scattered like confetti, and an earth-shattering battle was about to unfold.

Everyone in the audience was completely engrossed by this battle, not even daring to blink, fearing they might miss any detail of this unprecedented fight.

The stunningly beautiful Yan Qingcheng now voiced a different opinion to His Majesty Emperor Yang:

"His Majesty Emperor Yang, since this Ji Mo is so arrogant, and looking at his relaxed demeanor, he clearly has a trump card. He may be arrogant, but he's definitely not brainless. I don't think it's certain who will win or lose between him and Lu Wu."

His Majesty Emperor Yang chuckled upon hearing this: "You all! Your insights are still too shallow; you simply don't understand how truly great the Imperial Rank is."

"The outcome of this battle has been determined from the very beginning. On the surface, the strength gap between the two isn't significant, with Lu Wu having a slight edge. Ji Mo might have hidden abilities, and it's even possible he could make a comeback from a desperate situation."

"However, the final result will definitely be Ji Mo's death. Whether he wins or loses, he will die."

These words left both of them completely bewildered. Lang Chen, the Sect Master of Dinghai Sect, couldn't help but speak up:

"His Majesty Emperor Yang, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand."

"Haha," His Majesty Emperor Yang smiled faintly, "It's normal. What do you think is Lu Wu's reliance for being so arrogant since his birth? Is it his strength?"

"Actually, no. I tell you, an Imperial Son with a profound Bloodline like Lu Wu simply cannot be easily killed. Even my true self might not be able to kill Lu Wu, and I might even be counter-killed."

As he said this, His Majesty Emperor Yang's face was full of solemnity.

"Hiss..."

Yan Qingcheng and Lang Chen simultaneously gasped. "His Majesty Emperor Yang, are you joking? Your true body is a genuine Imperial Rank!"

Hearing this, His Majesty Emperor Yang gave a cold laugh: "A joke? Heh! Who do you think the Blood Slaughter Blade Emperor is? He's a figure who hasn't appeared for ten thousand years, an Imperial Rank high-stage, invincible for ten thousand years, someone striving to break through to the God Realm."

At this point, His Majesty Emperor Yang, an Imperial Rank himself, even showed a bitter smile, "As for me, I toiled for thousands of years to achieve the Imperial Rank, and now I'm only at Imperial Rank First Heaven Perfection. If I were to face the Blood Slaughter Blade Emperor, it would be a matter of a single saber strike; I'd have no power to retaliate."

"This is also why Lu Wu is fundamentally unkillable. Given the White Bone Blade Emperor's Pay attention to for Lu Wu, he must have left a contingency in his Soul. When Lu Wu encounters a life-or-death crisis, that contingency will erupt."

"So that's how it is. The Imperial Rank actually possesses such incredible means."

The two suddenly understood, and at the same time, they realized why His Majesty Emperor Yang's attitude towards Lu Wu was so different.

A strong feeling of jealousy surged in their hearts. How could they not be jealous? This was like cheating! Was this the advantage of being born into a good Family? The Family prepares everything for you, and you're not even afraid of death; you can mess around as much as you want. How enviable!

Looking at the two now, they suddenly felt pity for Ji Mo, who had no idea how terrifying the enemy he was facing was.

Now, looking at his arrogant behavior, it somehow had the ridiculous feeling of a monkey dancing ballet.

In fact, those forces within the arena that possessed Imperial Rank Legacies did not favor Ji Mo, because only they understood how terrifying it was to have a living Imperial Rank within their Family.

Only one person believed in Ji Mo unswervingly, and that was our Heavenly Dragon Emperor. After all, he had once faced that sword directly, and that power was definitely not something an Imperial Rank could attain, not even a Great Emperor of the Nine Heavens.

On the plaza, the battle continued, with both individuals accumulating power.

"Ji Mo, let me show you our difference!"

Lu Wu suddenly drew his saber, and his Saber Intent erupted, welcoming the Hell Plane. It was as if an endless stream of Hell Creatures was being summoned: cyclops, Hellhounds, three-headed corpses—all bizarre and monstrous, yet their aura was exceptionally violent.

In an instant, these Hell Creatures simultaneously opened their eyes, their bloodthirsty killing intent locking onto Ji Mo, directly devouring him.

"Hell Soul Devouring Blade!"

This was precisely the Heaven Rank Saber Technique inherited through Lu Wu's Bloodline. This Saber Technique took a different approach; it didn't directly increase attack power but instead attacked the opponent's Soul.

Ji Mo's expression was calm. Facing this saber strike, his Battle Intent boiled, and his Sword Intent soared into the sky. His opening move was Sword God Descends, and glorious Sword Intent continuously surged towards those Hell Creatures.

"Sizzle~~~~~~"

The Sword Intent, as it annihilated the Hell Creatures, emitted a strange sound, like oil cooking over a fierce fire. Wherever the sword light passed, everything turned into nothingness.

However, Lu Wu's saber strike was like opening the gates of Hell. These Hell Creatures were endless, charging forward one after another, and the sword light was quickly worn away.

Those Hell Creatures continued to surge towards Ji Mo, overwhelming him with their ferocious assault.

The two simultaneously gasped. "His Majesty Emperor Yang, are you joking? Your true body is a genuine Imperial Rank!"