Ch. 980 - Lin Ruhu

“No,” Fox Immortal still shook her head.

She wept, tears filling her misty eyes, the tip of her reddened nose streaming with sorrowful drops, making all things fall silent just to listen to her voice.

“People say my Heavenly Fox Race is born seductive, a calamity, a bewitcher of lords, an ominous sign. There were emperors whose dynasties perished because of fox demons. From birth we bear countless gazes, but I always remembered what you once told me. All beings cannot decide the fate of their birth, but they can decide their fate after birth. Some are born into wealth, some into poverty. But the wealthy can squander everything, falling into destitution. And the destitute can strive, eventually amassing riches beyond measure.”

As she spoke, Fox Immortal looked earnestly at the Lord of Light.

“Daoist, your words I have never forgotten, your kindness I have kept in my heart. If you are to kill, then kill. This obsession, even in death, I cannot put down.”

At this, Fox Immortal began humming a little tune.

“Blue fox spirit, slender waist wrapped in silk, graceful smile. Eyes glancing back, posture alluring, steps measured, a single turn enchants ten thousand beauties. The moon shines bright, clouds embrace bamboo, winds drift light, she dances with ease. Lotus blossoms, skin like jade. Into the mortal world she goes, who among all can share her freedom?”

The Lord of Light gazed at her, the brilliance on his body flickering bright and dim, his heart in a battle of heaven and man.

For a long, long time, he finally let out a deep and heavy sigh.

He lowered his right hand, and Fox Immortal’s figure slowly floated back down to the ground.

“The Daoist asked me to tell you, he does not like you dressing so revealingly.”

The Lord of Light said this, then quickly walked down the stage, not once turning his head, heading straight out.

His heart at last had ripples, light had cracked.

Seeing the Lord of Light depart, Fox Immortal hurriedly chased after him.

“Daoist, are you jealous? Daoist, you still haven’t answered my question. Daoist, have you thought of me all these years…?”

Their figures, along with her voice, disappeared into the Baili Estate.

The people below looked at each other, bewildered.

What happened to the passionate battle?

Why did it feel like they were just force-fed dog food, and then the culprits vanished?

At the side, Patriarch Baili was also a bit embarrassed, but he had no choice except to step onto the stage.

“Since the Lord of Light and Fox Immortal have left, it means they concede. Now, others may continue the contest.”

“Brother Zimo, I want to go up and try,” Lin Ruhu said. “I want to test myself against these top experts, to see just how strong I really am.”

“Go,” Xu Zimo smiled.

It was time for Lin Ruhu to leave the protection of himself and his grandfather, and spread his wings in the outside world.

Lin Ruhu did not say more, but silently walked onto the stage.

Wearing the Black Asura mask, he drew the attention of the crowd only after stepping forward.

“Who will fight?” he scanned everyone, speaking loudly.

“Who is this guy?”

“Hiding behind a mask, such a sneaky fellow, probably can’t show his face.”

“This Black Asura, I saw him yesterday at the Star-Plucking Tower, along with a White Asura. They were extremely domineering.”

“Just some nameless brat. Since when did it become his turn to step up?”

At that moment, a figure stood from the central seats.

“If no one else is willing, then I shall. We cannot let others look down upon our Imperial Lineages.”

An old man said with a cheerful smile.

“He’s from the Sword Spirit Kingdom.”

“Seems to be the Grandblade Ancestor.”

“The first monarch of the Sword Spirit Kingdom was the Ancient Sword Emperor. It is said his destined weapon was a divine sword named Grandblade. This sword followed him through countless battles, eventually carrying his Heaven’s Will. But after enduring the tempering of Heaven’s Will, the sword transformed into human form. The Ancient Sword Emperor, deeply moved by this fortune, left the Grandblade Sword behind in the Primordial Heartlands, ascending alone. The Grandblade Sword, after cultivating for endless years, eventually became ruler of the Sword Spirit Kingdom, taking the title Grandblade Ancestor.”

Now, as the Grandblade Ancestor walked forward step by step, his aura was immense.

He seemed like a godly sword drawn from its sheath, or rather, he himself was a divine sword.

The might of one who had entered the immortal realm surged forth like waves.

Lin Ruhu was only at the God Meridian Realm.

But his face was firm, and though the pressure came at him like roaring torrents, he stood utterly unmoved.

“Please enlighten me,” said the Grandblade Ancestor.

Lin Ruhu roared, directly throwing out his fists, without any flashy moves, striking straight at the ancestor.

At the start of his cultivation, Xu Zimo had given him the Strength Scripture of the Tyrant Emperor.

Lin Ruhu had followed it ever since.

Every punch carried violent force. Nothing could withstand one punch, and if one wasn’t enough, then two.

Explosions roared continuously.

The surrounding endless void shattered completely.

But the Grandblade Ancestor was no simple figure. Though he held no sword, his body radiated inexhaustible sword intent.

As if sword intent was part of his very being.

The two clashed, the Elder’s sword intent boundless, but Lin Ruhu’s fists accepted everything head-on.

However much sword intent came, he smashed apart that much.

For a time, he even pressed the elder back.

This was the Tyrant Emperor’s way of battle.

The Grandblade Ancestor seemed slightly surprised, but then waved his right hand, unleashing Sword Sea Without End.

The sword intent flowed like a tide, wielded with absolute mastery, moving like his own limbs, effortless and free.

Endless sword energy surged forward, flooding toward Lin Ruhu.

Lin Ruhu gave a cold snort, condensing Explosive Fist upon his fists.

Like erupting magma, flames spread, even the heavens above burning scarlet.

Fist met sword intent.

The overwhelming power shattered the void, twisted space, even forming black holes that devoured all.

Yet the two remained locked in a stalemate in the void.

“Grandblade Sword,” the Grandblade Ancestor intoned.

He directly revealed his destined weapon.

Lin Ruhu also snorted coldly.

Behind him, the phantom of a fierce tiger condensed.

It was the ancient Purple-Eye Demon Tiger.

Because he had fused the Celestial Tiger Tyrant Physique, Lin Ruhu chose a tiger-type True Fate.

And for this true fate, he had suffered plenty.

Perhaps the earlier fights had been too dull, but this battle at last ignited the passion of the crowd.

Under the Black Asura mask, veins bulged on Lin Ruhu’s forehead, his teeth clenched, as he pushed his fists forward bit by bit.

The blazing Grandblade Sword clashed with Lin Ruhu, and space twisted, both collapsing into destruction.

Suddenly, a thunderous tiger’s roar rang out.

Lin Ruhu’s Celestial Tiger Tyrant Physique awakened.

With a furious howl, he shattered the long sword in an instant, his fist smashing directly into the Grandblade Ancestor’s abdomen.

As a sword body, the ancestor did not spit blood, but the sword light across his body dimmed greatly.

He looked up and saw Lin Ruhu activate one of the Hundred Battle Physiques.

Not only did the phantom of a fierce beast loom behind him, but his entire presence radiated the aura of the king of all beasts.

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