Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 400: Chapter 391: Sword Dao Grandmaster

"I never expected you to be the one to represent our Fang Clan in this fight."

The Great Elder sighed wistfully and patted Fang Yang on the shoulder. "With strength like yours, you might actually be able to take on Sen Zhenlong. Give it your all."

Under the gazes of the crowd,

Fang Yang had reached the pinnacle of the Fang Clan.

He would represent the Fang Clan in the battle for the title of Marquis of Shiwu.

In that instant, specks of golden light bloomed across his body before expanding into a brilliant, blinding radiance.

Seeing this, Fang Yueze and the others were all crestfallen.

’As prodigies who enjoyed all the resources of the ancestral lands, how could we have lost to a clansman who had just returned home?’

Fang Yang wore a faint smile, marveling inwardly. ’Is this what they call drawing parallels? I seem to have gained new insights into the Mystical Skills of the Sword Dao.’

......

「Three days later.」

The battle for the title of Marquis of Shiwu, a contest that had swept through the entire Changkong clan, officially began.

Just as he stepped into the designated Grotto Heaven, Fang Yang sensed something and gazed toward the southeast.

In the southeast, a young man in his early twenties stood upon a mountain peak.

He was tall, his features stern and domineering.

He wore an emperor’s black robe, its main motif a Muddy Black True Dragon that exuded a demonic aura.

Interwoven across the fabric were extremely profound Talisman Dao Patterns depicting mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, flowers and birds, and fish and insects—an unforgettable sight.

Sen Zhenlong!

Sen Zhenlong simply stood there, yet he radiated an aura powerful enough to swallow mountains and rivers, demanding the submission of all creation.

He was like an emperor of an Immortal Dynasty, and the very will of this world seemed to subtly favor him.

"Sen Yue?"

Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head inwardly. ’Sen Zhenlong... he’s a far cry from Sen Yue.’

...

As Fang Yang scrutinized Sen Zhenlong, Sen Zhenlong was, in turn, wary of him.

Sen Zhenlong was not arrogant enough to underestimate an opponent who had appeared out of nowhere.

After all, the Fang Clan and the Sen clan were the two poles of the Changkong clan, each holding dominion over their own sphere.

Since "Fang Yuesheng" had managed to battle his way past the likes of Fang Yueze, Fang Yuedong, and Fang Anran, his strength was beyond doubt.

Meanwhile, outside the arena, Fang Anran and the others watched Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong’s standoff with complicated expressions.

This was the scene they had dreamed of day and night.

But in the end, "Fang Yuesheng" had come out of nowhere to take the position they had always imagined for themselves.

"Can Fang Yuesheng withstand Sen Zhenlong’s kingly aura?"

"It doesn’t look good."

"Sigh... no matter what, he’s the champion of our Fang Clan. Let’s hope he can fight with all his might."

......

Not long after, the world grew dim. A ball of pure white light ignited in the distance.

The next moment, the sounds of fierce battle erupted throughout the Grotto Heaven.

The battle had begun.

"Ridiculous," Fang Yang said, his face expressionless.

His body erupted in golden divine light that shot out in all directions. It was as if a Golden Crow were loosing its Divine Feathers, each one like a sword, wreathed in divine fire that set the very void ablaze.

In the blink of an eye, several combatants who had ganged up on him fell at his feet.

These people were even weaker than Fang Anran and her group. To him, they were opponents he could fell in a single blow.

He advanced step by step toward the ball of white light in the heavens.

Behind him, one competitor after another fell.

Meanwhile, Sen Zhenlong also displayed extraordinary strength.

In the end, only Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong were left in the arena.

...

At this very moment, Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong faced each other in the void.

One wielded a Golden Ancient Spear. He was tall, his posture as straight as a sword, like a Golden Crow descending upon the world, radiating an aura of utter destruction that struck terror into the hearts of all.

The other stood beneath the Mountain and River Sun and Moon Diagram. He was clad in an emperor’s black robe, his face cold and murderous, like a True Dragon reborn, faintly exuding the imposing air of one who looks down upon all the land.

BANG, BANG BANG.

The entire void seemed to be dyed gold and murky black as the two auras violently collided, sending out blindingly brilliant arcs of electricity.

Their standoff, much like the current bipolar state of the Changkong clan, was not surprising.

Sen Zhenlong’s expression was calm. "I never expected you to have also reached the realm of a young Great Saint. I’m truly surprised."

The moment he said this, the expressions on the faces of Fang Anran, Fang Yueze, and the others changed dramatically.

They had long suspected it, but hearing it confirmed by Sen Zhenlong still made them feel dizzy.

’Considering "Fang Yuesheng’s" background, to have reached such heights... no wonder all the ancestors hold him in such high regard.’

Fang Yang gently swung the Golden Ancient Spear. "I’m also surprised," he said. "I didn’t expect you to be a ’True Dragon’."

True Dragon!

Such domineering spirit! To be unafraid of shouldering such immense karma.

...

CLANG—

Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong locked eyes. Their gazes were like swords, clashing violently and erupting in a shower of brilliant, divine light.

Without another word, Fang Yang strode forward with a powerful gait, thrusting the Golden Ancient Spear. He pierced through the void, unleashing a surging Sea of Fire—a terrifying sight.

In response, Sen Zhenlong unfurled the Mountain and River Sun and Moon Diagram. It became tangible as the sun and moon within it flew out, crashing into each other with a tremendous BOOM. The collision unleashed an endless storm of gales and meteorites that shot straight toward Fang Yang.

"So this is the realm of a young Great Saint?"

They did not strike lightly; their first moves were killing blows.

The techniques the two employed left Fang Anran and the others aghast.

What was even more terrifying was how even the ordinary Magic they frequently cast felt perfectly executed, as if they could turn decay into divinity.

The power of heaven and earth was visibly being pulled and torn between the two of them.

In a single instant, their figures pierced through the void.

Hundreds, thousands of afterimages appeared, so densely packed it was dizzying to behold.

...

WHINE...

A cold, dark wind began to blow from Sen Zhenlong’s emperor’s black robe.

The Chaotic Black Evil Dragon upon the emperor’s robe slowly opened its eyes.

In that instant, the world plunged into darkness. A hazy mass of Chaos Qi emerged from the Mountain and River Sun and Moon Diagram, casting the reflection of a dynasty—a dynasty where every person was like a dragon.

BOOM!

Sen Zhenlong threw a punch. The form looked unremarkable, yet it made Fang Anran and the others turn pale with horror.

This was the Son of Heaven’s Dragon Fist. Once suppressed by it, one would lose all will to resist Sen Zhenlong ever again.

A technique like this had already touched upon the highest echelons of the Yun Dynasty path.

At the same time, Fang Yang gripped his Golden Ancient Spear tightly.

His eyes suddenly elongated, resembling the pupils of a Golden Crow.

With a deafening roar, the Golden Ancient Spear exploded and split apart, projecting a golden domain all around him.

The foundation of this domain was the Golden Tai Chi Diagram.

A shrill cry rang out as a massive Golden Crow flapped its wings and shot out of the Tai Chi Diagram at extreme speed. It was wreathed in endless divine fire that set the entire void ablaze.

As everyone watched, the Yun Dynasty and the Golden Crow collided violently, erupting in a blinding flash of light.

And beneath the explosion, Sen Zhenlong and Fang Yang closed the distance, their true bodies clashing in fierce hand-to-hand combat.

The light was too brilliant, the sound too immense.

Fang Anran and the others could only stare wide-eyed, mesmerized by the figures of the two young Great Saints.

...

’The Three-legged Crow phantom is so much weaker than the Kun-Peng Dharma Aspect,’ Fang Yang sighed to himself. ’I didn’t realize it would weaken my combat strength this much.’

Immediately, he used his arm as a sword and swung, slashing straight for Sen Zhenlong’s chest.

With a loud CRACK, a shower of blood erupted.

Sen Zhenlong stared at Fang Yang in disbelief. Then, his five senses failed him, and he collapsed, stunned.

It was over.

The battle had ended with Fang Yang as the victor.

But judging by the dissipating mountains, rivers, and forests all around, the battle had been unbelievably fierce.

...

Sen Zhenlong lay in a pool of his own blood, glaring up at Fang Yang with utter defiance.

Looking down at him, Fang Yang was reminded of Sen Yue. He said coolly, "A True Dragon? You’re not extreme enough."

If this Sen Zhenlong had the same nerve as Sen Yue—the kind of nerve to sacrifice thousands of clansmen without batting an eye—this fight would have dragged on into a stalemate.

But alas, Sen Zhenlong was no Sen Yue.

’Extreme?’

Sen Zhenlong didn’t understand, but he could do nothing but close his eyes and accept his defeat.

...

After this, Fang Yang smoothly claimed the top spot, once again becoming the Marquis of Shiwu.

As expected, he also passed the month-long gate-guardian trial to become the First Martial King, the foremost of the eight great Dao Seeds.

「Night had fallen.」

Now, within the Fang Clan, he was no longer an outsider who had returned to trace his roots, but a young Great Saint capable of shouldering the great cauldron.

Under these circumstances, the various ancestors invested heavily in his cultivation.

For example, they were helping his Spirit Body metamorphose from a Three-legged Crow Spirit Body into a Great Sun Golden Crow Spirit Body!

HUM!—HUM!—HUMMM!

The moment the Great Sun Golden Crow Spirit Body finished forming, another transformation began.

The familiar hum of a sword resonated once more, and a look of joy spread across Fang Yang’s face.

Sword Dao Grandmaster!

Unbelievably, he had become a Sword Dao Grandmaster within the Star Dream Realm.

(Two Chapters for now. I’ll make up for it with four tomorrow.)

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