Chapter 799 - The Great Battle Begins

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This statement was no exaggeration, because gathered in this square were the most powerful lineages of the Eastern Continent.

With the arrival of Xu Zimo, he also drew the attention of many people.

“Isn’t that the current Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground?” someone asked in confusion.

“Why didn’t he participate in the Martial Heaven Tournament?”

“The tournament is already halfway through, what’s he doing here now?”

“Is there still a chance for him to join?”

“Definitely not. The competition is already halfway done and it spans the entire Eastern Continent. No one has special privileges. No matter how strong the True Martial Sacred Ground is, even the Baili Imperial Clan wouldn’t dare alter the rules so casually.”

“Exactly, exactly,” someone agreed.

“That’s a real shame. Although this Xu Zimo hasn’t appeared much in the Eastern Continent, he’s always been hailed as the strongest among the younger generation. Since he’s not participating this time, we won’t be able to witness his true strength, whether he really is number one or just has an empty reputation.”

Xu Zimo ignored the discussions around him and went straight to sit next to Xu Qingshan.

“You brat, why are you only arriving now?” Xu Qingshan asked with a frown.

“I was delayed on the road, took longer than I thought,” Xu Zimo replied.

“Then you’ll miss this Martial Heaven Tournament. They won’t let you join midway,” Xu Qingshan said.

“It’s fine. I’ll just enjoy the spectacle,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve sparred with the geniuses of the Eastern Continent. Last time was during our True Martial Sacred Ground’s Six Holy Lands Gathering many years ago.”

“That was just a competition in our Western Region. It doesn’t compare to the Martial Heaven Tournament,” Xu Qingshan said. “I wonder how our people are doing.”

“Winning the championship is probably out of reach,” Xu Zimo said.

Xu Zimo knew the strength of Xiang Qianheng, Sword Monarch, and Jiang Xi'er very well. Though they were undeniably talented, this tournament was packed with elite participants. The Holy Sons from each imperial lineage were stronger than the next. To break through and become number one was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

“Winning isn’t the main thing, I just hope they don’t lose too quickly,” Xu Qingshan said.

The strength of the participants this time had exceeded his expectations. Not just the Holy Sons, many rogue cultivators were also impressive.

“That’s unlikely. They shouldn’t be that bad,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“Greetings, Young Master Xu,” said Luo Changhe, the Sect Master of the Sacred Spring Sect, smiling at Xu Zimo.

“Sect Master Luo, long time no see,” Xu Zimo nodded.

“After we parted ways years ago, I still remember your youthful brilliance clearly,” Luo Changhe said with a smile. “It’s truly a shame you can’t participate in the Martial Heaven Tournament and show the world your talent.”

“I wouldn’t call it a shame. Among these millions, not one has caught my eye,” Xu Zimo replied. “I’m just curious who will be crowned number one.”

“Arrogant words,” a cold snort came from the side.

Someone sneered, “I think some people are just afraid to compete and came late on purpose. All talk, no substance.”

Xu Zimo turned to look. The one mocking him was a burly man.

He wore a long robe of black and grey, had long hair and a beard. He looked like a savage who had walked out of the mountains, radiating raw, primal energy.

“Isn’t that the Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect?” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “I heard your lineage had impure bloodlines before, nearly leading to extinction. And now you’re back out here making noise again.”

Xu Zimo remembered clearly that he had nearly wiped out the Myriad Beasts Sect using the Pure Moon Altar, which turned the originally Seven Holy Lands Gathering into a Six Holy Lands Gathering.

Upon hearing Xu Zimo’s words, there was a loud bang as Li Yunhu, the Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect, slammed his seat.

He stood up angrily, glaring at Xu Zimo.

His lineage had suffered massive losses last time, and their investigation revealed that Xu Zimo was behind it. But due to political constraints, they couldn’t take direct action, they weren’t a match for the True Martial Sacred Ground.

“What is it, Sect Master Li?” Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

“You’re a nobody who doesn’t even dare join the Martial Heaven Tournament. I can’t be bothered with you,” Li Yunhu said with a cold snort before angrily sitting back down.

“Sect Master Li, who is your sect sending to this competition?” Xu Qingshan asked.

Li Yunhu pointed at a young man in the sky projection and said proudly, “That’s our Holy Son, Kuang Qianshan.”

In the projection, the young man wore a black vest. His exposed muscles bulged powerfully.

Kuang Qianshan looked like a fearsome beast, exuding overwhelming strength.

He could almost tear monsters apart with his bare hands and shatter mountains with a single punch.

“A lot of credit goes to a certain someone,” Li Yunhu said with a cold laugh as he looked at Xu Zimo. “When Qianshan’s bloodline was impure, no one expected it to mutate. Instead of dying from a bloodline explosion, it evolved. Now his body is like that of a God Beast.”

“Then congratulations, Sect Master Li,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Li Yunhu coldly snorted and said nothing more.

From the projection, it was clear that the disciples of the nine imperial lineages had formed a tacit alliance.

They weren’t fighting among themselves yet but were clearing out rogue cultivators first.

Many weaker independent cultivators had grouped together to defend against the imperial lineage disciples.

The entire Heaven-Genesis Microcosm was in chaos.

……

Inside the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm, Sword Monarch was walking through a forest.

Suddenly, footsteps came from nearby.

A young man wearing a plain white shirt with several patches stepped out from the side.

He looked Sword Monarch up and down and shouted, “Which lineage are you from? I, Li Mubai, don’t kill nobodies.”

“So noisy,” Sword Monarch said coldly.

He gently traced his finger in the air, and dozens of sword lights burst from the void and shot toward the patched-up youth.

As the deadly sword lights flashed toward him, the youth named Li Mubai sneezed.

“Achoo!” he sneezed, and immediately there were three explosive sounds, bang, bang, bang, as countless sword lights shattered in midair.

“You’re from the True Martial Sacred Ground?” Li Mubai muttered, looking at Sword Monarch’s robe.

“Defeating a disciple from an imperial lineage, guess that’ll make me famous.”

As he finished speaking, his figure vanished into the void.

“So fast,” Sword Monarch’s pupils shrank, and he looked around warily.

“Where are you looking?” a playful voice sounded from behind as a punch came crashing in.

Sword Monarch quickly turned to counter, but in the next moment, Li Mubai’s figure split into four.

Four versions of him attacked Sword Monarch from four different directions.