Chapter 4520
“Same as before. I’ve lived for almost ten thousand years. So yes, it’s perfectly reasonable to call you a little kid,” Wuji Taoist said, his voice calm yet tinged with mockery.
He then added with a smile, “If you’ve got nothing better to do, go home and let your mother feed you. Don’t play at being an adult, always fighting and killing. It’s unbecoming.”
The casual advice carried a deliberate sting, and everyone watching felt the awkwardness of it.
“Are you insulting me?” the Tenth Prince asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
Wuji Taoist shrugged nonchalantly. “If the shoe fits, then yes.”
The Xiao Dynasty warriors couldn’t help but exchange glances, stunned by the audacity of Wuji Taoist’s words. His calm, righteous demeanor clashed hilariously with his taunting tone, leaving them both impressed and speechless.
The Tenth Prince, however, was far from amused. His face turned red with rage. “Old bastard, you aren’t just insulting me—you’re insulting the entire temple. You’ll regret this!”
As soon as the words left his lips, the Tenth Prince raised his sword high, channeling immense energy into his attack. The sword glowed with a brilliance that seemed to split the sky, and as it descended, the sheer power shook the heavens.
Even those standing hundreds of miles away felt the oppressive force bearing down on them, leaving many trembling.
Kai, who was watching from the sidelines, felt the weight of the attack in his chest.
“How can there still be more power hidden behind this Demon Sealing League?” he muttered to himself.
His thoughts spiraled. What is this “temple” the Tenth Prince speaks of?
The forces of the Heavenly Realm felt endless, like some nested hierarchy of power. It was as if every organization had a hidden benefactor, a superior force backing them, much like subsidiaries under a larger corporation in the secular world.
Kai sighed internally. If the Demon Sealing League has forces like this “temple” behind it, what am I even fighting against?
“League Leader, should we go together now?” one of the Demon Sealing League monks whispered in Zuo Tianzheng’s ear, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Zuo Tianzheng’s face grew dark as the pressure of the Tenth Prince’s attack bore down on them. He wanted to respond, but the weight of the energy made even speaking difficult. His earlier bravado about launching a group attack now felt laughable.
The monk smirked secretly. He had asked the question purely to humiliate Zuo Tianzheng. Didn’t the League Leader realize how powerless we are in this situation?
In the void, Wuji Taoist snorted softly, brushing his whisk through the air in a lazy yet calculated motion.
The whisk glowed faintly as it moved, intercepting the massive sword energy with a deceptively simple flick.
BOOM!
The collision created a shockwave that shook the earth and sky. A blood-red aura spread across the void, its oppressive light painting the heavens like a crimson sunset.
Despite the magnitude of the attack, Wuji Taoist remained unmoved, standing calm and resolute. His robes fluttered slightly from the wind of the explosion, but his expression didn’t change.
The Tenth Prince gritted his teeth in frustration. “How? How are you this strong?!”
Wuji Taoist raised an eyebrow, his voice calm yet cutting. “Haven’t I told you? You’re just a child swinging a stick. Come back in another thousand years when you’ve grown up.”
Kai, watching this exchange, couldn’t help but smirk despite the tension. Wuji Taoist’s effortless demeanor was both a relief and a lesson: true mastery needed no theatrics, only calm confidence.
As the dust began to settle, it became clear to everyone present: this battle was over, and the Tenth Prince had lost.
Kai stepped forward, his face calm despite the rising storm of energy around him. The oppressive aura of the Tenth Prince’s unleashed sword path could shake even the most resolute, but Kai’s eyes burned with determination.
The Tenth Prince’s body continued to become more illusory, melding with the terrifying sword energy radiating from the blade in his hand. The figure of the sword spirit grew more defined, its presence amplifying the already overwhelming power.
“Do you think you, a mere Tribulation Realm cultivator, can withstand this?” the Tenth Prince sneered, his voice echoing with a strange resonance as his form became one with his weapon.
Kai didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he raised his own weapon—a seemingly ordinary sword, its surface unmarred by the battles it had seen. Yet, as Kai gripped it tightly, a faint but radiant glow began to emanate from it.
The Xiao Dynasty warriors, battered and exhausted, stared at Kai in disbelief.
“He’s only at the seventh level of the Tribulation Realm!” one of them whispered.
“Is he insane? Does he think he can match the ninth level of the Mahayana Realm, enhanced by a sword spirit?”
Kai ignored the murmurs. He knew the odds were stacked against him, but he also understood something the others didn’t: his strength wasn’t defined solely by his cultivation realm.
A sharp voice rang out in his mind. It was his sword’s spirit, awakening for the first time in years.
“You dare call on me now, Kai? This is no ordinary fight. If you fail, both of us will be obliterated.”
Kai smirked. “If we don’t stand up now, we’ll be obliterated anyway. So why not take the chance?”
The sword spirit chuckled darkly. “Fair enough. Let’s give them something to remember.”
With a roar, Kai unleashed his power. The glow around his sword intensified, and a rush of energy surged outward, pushing back the oppressive force of the Tenth Prince’s sword path. The ground beneath Kai cracked and splintered as his aura erupted, shaking the battlefield.
The Tenth Prince’s sneer faltered.
“What… what is this power?”
Kai didn’t answer. Instead, he swung his sword in a wide arc, and a radiant crescent of energy shot forth, colliding with the Tenth Prince’s sword energy. The impact created a deafening explosion, forcing everyone to shield their eyes from the blinding light.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, out of the dissipating energy, Kai’s voice rang clear.
“You’re not the only one with a sword spirit, Tenth Prince. But unlike yours, mine doesn’t bow to arrogance—it thrives on defiance.”
The battlefield held its breath as Kai stood firm, his aura blazing. The Tenth Prince’s once-dominant presence seemed to waver.
“Impossible,” the Tenth Prince muttered, his confidence shaken.
Wuji Taoist, watching from the sidelines, chuckled softly.
“This kid… always full of surprises.”
Kai’s bold stance lit a fire in the Xiao Dynasty warriors. Despite their exhaustion, they rallied behind him, ready to give their all. For the first time, it felt as if the tide of the battle might turn.