Dragon-Marked War God

Neither figure was willing to be outdone. The battle was at its height, a clash of the strong in which neither could do anything to the other.

But even after fighting their way onto the Sword Court of the Drawing Sword Sect, they still had not decided a winner. And one of them was none other than Xue Liang, whom Jiang Chen had not seen for a long time, the white-robed Sword God, the inheritor of the Immortal Execution Great Emperor.

“He’s finally here.”

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. It seemed this trip of his had been quite fruitful. Not only had he seen Xue Liang, he had also run into Jun Tianchou. The grudge between the two of them was destined to be completely settled here.

Only after fighting their way onto the great hall did the two stop and stand still.

“My apologies for arriving late. I hope the Sect Master will forgive us.”

Xue Liang and the white-haired man said lightly.

“No matter, as long as you’ve come. My Drawing Sword Sect has never been bound by any constraints, let alone this time, when what we’re looking for is a Sword Lord for a generation. There’s no need for formalities, everyone.”

Jian Tang was elegant and very magnanimous. Even facing the fight between Xue Liang and the white-haired man, he remained composed.

At this moment, Jun Tianchou also looked at the white-haired man, his eyes sharp, with an incomparably cold and severe look in them.

“Jiang Chen! You’re here too!”

Xue Liang’s eyes narrowed when he saw Jiang Chen, and his face lit up with joy. With Jiang Chen here, the two of them were destined to become the nightmare in everyone’s hearts this time.

“Why are you alone? Where’s Bing Yun?”

Jiang Chen looked at Xue Liang and saw the worry in his eyes.

“She was captured. This time I absolutely must win the position of Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect. Only then will I have a chance to stand against that place.”

Xue Liang said through sound transmission, his face looking extremely grim.

“With me here, I’ll definitely help you win this position of Sword Lord!”

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. This time he wanted to make his name known to the world and stir up all eight directions. He did not care about the position of Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect. As long as he achieved these things, he would have no regrets. Killing Jun Tianchou was one. If he could help Xue Liang become a Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect, Jiang Chen would be satisfied. Besides, Bing Yun’s peril must be extremely difficult for Xue Liang. Otherwise, with his current Divine Emperor Realm strength, he could not possibly be so helpless.

“Thank you, Jiang Chen!”

Xue Liang’s eyes were filled with incomparable gravity. With Jiang Chen helping him, he was certain to succeed. He was not someone greedy for power, but this position of Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect meant far too much to him.

Jiang Chen smiled and patted Xue Liang on the shoulder, saying with a smile:

“Between you and me, why talk about thanks?”

Xue Liang stopped standing on ceremony. He looked at the Sect Master of the Drawing Sword Sect, Jian Tang, and said in a loud voice:

“Xue Liang pays his respects to the Sect Master.”

“Li Wuhui pays his respects to the Sect Master.”

“Good! Good! Good! Everyone, I won’t say much more about today’s matter. The eight Sword Lords and I will send you to the Lishan Sword Tomb. In the Lishan Sword Tomb there is a forging grandmaster who poured his heart and blood into it for over a thousand years before forging a supreme divine sword. It is absolutely an incomparably powerful Primal Origin Treasure, and the Lishan Sword Ceremony is a ceremony for this very sword. The supreme divine sword is about to be born. That forging grandmaster has even been in seclusion in the Lishan Sword Tomb for a thousand years and is about to succeed. Whoever obtains that peerless divine sword in the Lishan Sword Tomb will be the ninth Sword Lord of my Drawing Sword Sect.”

Jian Tang’s smile faded, and his expression became incomparably grave. This Lishan Sword Ceremony was no small matter for their Drawing Sword Sect, because that forging grandmaster had said that the peerless divine sword would surely seek out its own Sword Lord. The Primal Origin Treasure had already gained spiritual awareness and was fully qualified to seek its own master. That peerless forging master in the Lishan Sword Tomb had said exactly this.

“The Lishan Sword Tomb is a holy land of my Drawing Sword Sect. When you enter the Lishan Sword Tomb, you will all be Sword Lord candidates of my Drawing Sword Sect. Whoever becomes the chosen one will be the Sword Lord. We recognize only the sword, not the person. Whoever can cover the sky with one hand and obtain that peerless divine sword about to be born will command the nine mountains and one lineage of the Drawing Sword Sect and become the true Sword Lord of my Drawing Sword Sect.”

After Jian Tang finished speaking, everyone’s face was grave. It seemed this contest for Sword Lord was a contest not only for a Sword Lord, but also an unrivaled slaughter. Only whoever laughed last could become the final Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect.

It looked like a journey to seize a sword, but slaughter within it was absolutely unavoidable. This battle would be quite dangerous, because what they faced would very likely be more than one enemy. Seeing that Jiang Chen was here too, Xue Liang was also extremely excited inside. With one more helper, he was determined to win this contest for Sword Lord.

It was called a sword ceremony, but it might turn into a battle that offered up lives to the sword, because those who would walk out alive would probably be only a small number, perhaps only one or two people.

“The contest for Sword Lord is not a selection the Drawing Sword Sect jealously keeps to itself. Experts from all realms may take part. The peerless genius of my Drawing Sword Sect, Jian Dongliu, will take part in this contest for Sword Lord together with all of you. The twelve of you are destined to be locked in a fight between dragons and tigers. I wish you good luck.”

Jian Tang said with a faint smile. Outside the door, a gray-clothed swordsman stood with his arms crossed, holding his sword before him, his expression calm, looking at everyone present. He was Jian Dongliu, the genius expert of the Drawing Sword Sect. His strength was only at the Early Divine Emperor Realm, but sometimes duels between experts were not decided by the level of one’s realm.

Jiang Chen was the best example. In battles at the same level he was nearly invincible. Only those of greater strength could fight him.

The Lishan Sword Tomb was located in a mountain hollow among the mountains to the north of the Drawing Sword Sect. In the hollow stood an incomparably towering stone tablet about a hundred zhang tall. On the stone tablet were carved two great words: Sword Tomb!

The Sword Tomb tablet gave people an enormous sense of awe. The Lishan Sword Tomb was also the most special existence in the entire Drawing Sword Sect.

The one leading the way was still the Great Elder, Jian Wu. In front of Lishan, the Great Elder said with a grave expression:

“Success or failure rests on this one attempt. Who laughs last depends on each of your abilities. Life and death are up to fate, success and failure up to heaven. If you regret it now, there’s still time.”

But none of them paid any heed to Jian Wu’s words, because the purpose of their trip lay right here. For the position of Sword Lord, and even more for this peerless divine sword, they no longer had any misgivings.

“Thank you, Great Elder. But this Lishan Sword Tomb isn’t our goal. The position of Sword Lord is what we really want. Once we become a Sword Lord of the Drawing Sword Sect, won’t we rise straight to the clouds and enjoy noble status from then on? I ask all eight directions, who could contend with that? Hahaha.”

Someone said with a smile, full of confidence.

“In that case, go. In ten days, the Lishan Sword Tomb will close. When that time comes, whoever can walk out of here holding the peerless divine sword will be the true Sword Lord!”

With that, the Great Elder strode off into the air, leaving Jiang Chen, Jun Tianchou and the others, a group of twelve, who finally began walking into the underground Sword Tomb. The Lishan Sword Ceremony was close at hand!