87: Celestial Sword Technique - Sword God Descends

“Hehehe…”

A bone-chilling, distorted laugh came from Qi Tian’s mouth. The sound seemed to come from two different individuals, intertwined, making everyone uncomfortable.

Qi Tian, who already had a hint of demonic Aura, had now completely transformed into a Yao Beast, a sudden change that astonished everyone present.

“Hmm?”

Seeing this, Ji Mo couldn't help but be slightly stunned, blurting out:

“Are you a human now, or have you completely turned into a Yao Beast?”

“Ji Mo! It’s all your fault. Originally, I planned to refine the demon saint’s essence blood after advancing to the Saint Realm, but now, I have to fuse with this demon saint’s essence blood ahead of time.”

Qi Tian’s voice was mixed with anger and helplessness.

Below the Platform, a minister quickly advised the Emperor:

“Your Majesty, fusing with the demon saint’s essence blood in Qi Tian’s current state is truly unwise!

The remnant soul of the demon saint is clearly hidden in this demon saint’s essence blood. If he fuses with it now, Qi Tian’s Soul will likely be unable to contend with the remnant soul of the demon saint.

Once the Fusion is successful, this body will no longer belong to Qi Tian, but will be occupied by the demon saint.”

The Emperor sighed helplessly and said:

“There’s no way to stop it now. Qi Tian and the remnant soul of the demon saint are sharing this body.

We can only wait until after the competition to find a way to suppress and kill this remnant soul of the demon saint and see if we can rescue Qi Tian’s Soul.”

The development of this competition was truly beyond everyone's expectations, and Qi Tian's impulsive action made the situation even more complicated.

“After all, it’s the remnant Soul of an Ancient Demon Sage, and the current Qi Tian is infinitely close to the Saint Realm.

Let’s first see how Ji Mo responds. If Ji Mo is no match, we will immediately intervene to protect him and absolutely not allow him to be killed.

Now that Qi Tian is half-crippled, we cannot lose Ji Mo as well.”

The Emperor said with a solemn expression.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Everyone responded, then refocused their gaze on the Platform.

Ji Mo gazed at the mountain-like giant beast before him, his figure flashing like a ghost, instantly arriving in front of the beast's chest.

He condensed a fist with more than one Dragon Power, carrying an unstoppable Aura, and fiercely smashed it into the giant beast's chest.

However, the giant ape's chest muscles merely trembled slightly, easily taking Ji Mo's full-power strike.

“What?”

This scene greatly shocked Ji Mo; he truly hadn't expected this giant ape to be so powerful.

The giant ape lowered its head, looking at Ji Mo's tiny figure like an ant with an almost playful gaze, then slowly raised its hand and slammed it hard against its own chest.

Ji Mo inwardly cried out that it was bad; how could he dare to take it head-on? He quickly used his Movement Technique to dodge.

“Thump!”

The giant ape's large hand slapped its own chest, emitting a thunderous roar. Just from the sound, one could infer that the force of this palm was at least 10 Dragons.

Fortunately, the giant ape's massive size somewhat affected its speed; otherwise, Ji Mo would have truly struggled to dodge this attack.

Ji Mo quickly retreated over a thousand meters, putting distance between himself and the giant ape.

Gazing at the behemoth before him, he knew deeply that it seemed only by bringing out his ultimate trump card would he have a chance of winning.

Ji Mo did not exit Super Saiyan Mode; he was determined to try and see what power he could unleash with a single sword strike at full force.

“Hahaha, Ji Mo, you’ve run out of tricks! Die.”

The voice still sounded like two people speaking at once, making Ji Mo feel particularly awkward.

Ji Mo ignored him and once again took out an Innate Longsword from his storage space.

Waves of chilling Sword Intent began to permeate this space; the entire plaza seemed to instantly transform into an ocean of swords.

The dense Sword Intent rippled out like materialized waves, one after another, making everyone present feel an invisible pressure.

“Alas…” Seeing Ji Mo take out his Longsword again, the Emperor couldn’t help but sigh,

“It seems Ji Mo is going to lose. Although his 90% Sword Intent combined with his Sword Technique is strong, it’s impossible to defeat Qi Tian. Prepare to save him!”

Even Elder Zhu secretly sighed, constantly ready to save Ji Mo immediately if the situation turned dire.

On the Platform, above Ji Mo's head, various strange phenomena continuously materialized.

There was the image of a Sword Immortal, devouring thousands of miles with their Qi, desiring to cleave the sky, their posture arrogant, as if controlling the power of slaughter between heaven and earth;

There was a long river of Sword Qi surging, seemingly wanting to shatter the starry sky, each strand of Sword Qi containing world-destroying power;

There was the phenomenon of seasonal changes, seemingly peaceful, but in reality, hiding endless killing intent, with danger quietly descending as the seasons changed;

And there was the image of Hell, eerie and terrifying, shocking to the mind, making people feel as if they were in the deepest Hell.

The next moment, the Platform was completely enveloped by these phenomena, as if placed in a fantastical space filled with endless killing intent.

The giant beast’s fur, under the ravages of the sharp Sword Qi, scattered like broken kites.

“Hahaha, Ji Mo, just give up obediently!

I know you have extraordinary talent in the Dao of the Sword, but this is as far as you go.

Your 90% Sword Intent is nothing more than a tickle to me; it poses no threat whatsoever.

Only 100% Sword Intent, or a Heaven-rank Sword Technique, might make me slightly wary.

Stop making futile struggles; I am invincible!”

Qi Tian was extremely smug at this moment, laughing wildly, his expression as if victory was already firmly in his grasp.

At this moment, his entire being exuded disdain, mockery, derision, and sarcasm, his triumphant expression practically overflowing.

“Heh.”

It was that same bland yet mocking “heh” again,

instantly dousing Qi Tian’s rampant arrogance like a bucket of cold water.

His heart suddenly tightened, and a strong sense of foreboding surged into his mind like a tide.

“Sorry, I happen to have both of those things you mentioned.”

Ji Mo’s tone was calm, yet filled with immense confidence.

As soon as his words fell, Ji Mo slowly closed his eyes.

The 90% Sword Intent, which had already condensed, now miraculously climbed again, increasing by another 10%, as if pulled by some mysterious force.

100% Sword Intent!

In an instant, the entire world seemed to tremble, and the universe seemed to turn upside down.

An incredibly sacred sword shadow slowly emerged from nothingness, as if traversing countless times and Planes, descending from a higher-level world.

In the blink of an eye, dense sword shadows filled the entire Platform, each sword shadow exuding a revered Aura, as if containing the power to create heaven and earth.

“Alas!”

From within the void, a long and heavy sigh suddenly echoed,

This sigh seemed to come from the depths of endless time and space, like the compassionate sound of the exalted Sword God, looking down upon the suffering of the world and feeling pity.

This sigh carried an indescribable mysterious power,

making everyone present involuntarily feel a sense of submission and worship, as if they were as insignificant as dust before this power.

“Let all the devils, injustice, unfairness, darkness, and filth in this world be buried beneath this one sword! Sword God Descends!”