Peerless God Emperor

Qin Xuan's gaze swept across the sky, and quickly landed on Mu Hai who was below. His expression sank, and following that, an ice-cold bone-piercing chill spread out, causing the surrounding air to freeze a little.    

"Did he do it?" Qin Xuan looked at Mu Hai and asked. Other than Xue Wuchang, there was no one else here.    

"Yes, he is the Holy Son of the Thousand-Snow Hall." Mu Hai nodded his head, but suddenly felt that his words were a little unnecessary.    

Qin Xuan lightly nodded his head, indicating that he already knew the answer, and said: "Rest well, leave this place to me."    

Hearing these words, Mu Hai's expression could not help but freeze, and stared blankly at Qin Xuan. Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling flow through his heart, one that was incomparably warm.    

He originally thought that Qin Xuan had only come to save him because he was's subordinate, but the words Qin Xuan had said just now, seemed to be directed at his friend.    

Qin Xuan didn't really treat him as a subordinate, but rather treated him as a friend.    

In reality, Qin Xuan had only treated Mu Hai as a subordinate before. After all, Mu Hai had coveted the fortuitous opportunity that he had obtained, but because of Mu Hai's performance later on, his impression of Mu Hai had changed a little and he felt that this person was someone he could get along with.    

Who are you to Mu Hai? Xue Wuchang finally opened his mouth and asked with a rather unhappy tone.    

He stood there, but from the very beginning to the end, Qin Xuan and the sword had not looked at him, and even when Mu Hai had revealed his identity, Qin Xuan still did not have much of a reaction. He felt like he had been humiliated, and was actually ignored like this, which had never happened before.    

Qin Xuan finally turned and looked at Xue Wuchang, replying indifferently: He is my subordinate, who do you think I am?    

"A subordinate?" Xue Wuchang's pupils contracted slightly. The Holy Son of Tian Luo Palace, since when did he become someone else's subordinate?    

"Are you kidding?" Xue Wuchang laughed coldly, "He is the Holy Son of the Tian Luo Palace, don't tell me you are the Holy Son of a palace power organization, it would be too boring if you do that."    

Qin Xuan looked at Xue Wuchang sympathetically and said: "It's truly lamentable, you only have eyes for power, do you know, there are too many people in this world who have yet to join any power, but their strength is not any weaker than the so-called Holy Son, and you, the Holy Son of the Thousand-Snow Hall, do you really think that you're strong?"    

"And you, the Holy Son of the Thousand-Snow Hall, do you really think you're strong?"    

Qin Xuan's voice was like a bolt from the blue, suddenly exploding in Xue Wuchang's mind, his expression could not help but change as he stared straight at Qin Xuan.    

This person looked extremely young, but was actually able to say such domineering words. He definitely wasn't an ordinary person.    

"Who the hell are you?" Xue Wuchang stared at Qin Xuan and asked, as though he was trying to probe the power backing Qin Xuan.    

But Qin Xuan did not care about Xue Wuchang, and turned to Mu Hai instead. Mu Hai immediately understood what Qin Xuan meant, and said: "Taking advantage of when I was not prepared, he attacked me, and even forcefully erased the soul imprint I had left in the treasure, leaving a mark on him."    

Hearing that, the sword frowned, and looked at Xue Wuchang with a bit of contempt. A dignified First Court Saint like him had actually launched a sneak attack on him, it was simply disgraceful.    

Just as Qin Xuan was about to step forward, he was stopped by a hand. A voice sounded beside his ear: "Let me do it."    

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, he retracted his foot and stood where he was.    

She only saw her sword walking towards Xue Wuchang, her body gradually releasing an astonishing amount of Sword Intent s, rising continuously, the Endless Sword Qi surrounding her body, giving her a strong sense of deathly silence.    

Seeing that it was a sword attack, Mu Hai's eyes revealed a look of surprise.    

Previously, the sword had only been used once. With a single finger, it had killed the woman from the Imperial Sword Sect. It was impossible to see his true strength, but this time, he should be able to see some things.    

Also, since Qin Xuan allowed the sword to attack, it was obvious that he had confidence in the sword's strength. This made Mu Hai feel an uncontrollable anticipation, just how strong was the sword?    

"It's another swordsman." Xue Wuchang looked at the sword in disdain, not thinking much. He did not think that the sword could pose any threat to him, even without using the Seven Glorious Sky Light Cauldron, his own strength was more than enough to defeat the sword in battle.    

"Make your move." The sword blade looked at Xue Wuchang indifferently, his voice was similar to himself, cold and proud.    

"You think you're worthy?" Xue Wuchang sneered, but his figure started to flicker, as though he had turned into a white shadow, flashing rapidly in the air, like a ghost, causing people to be unable to differentiate between the real and the fake.    

The sword did not need to see where Xue Wuchang was, he did not need to, he could just directly attack him.    

He raised the Netherworld Sword in his hand and the Sword Intent that was flowing around his body rushed out like a flood. It rushed into the Netherworld Sword and the two seemed to fuse together.    

At that instant, the aura released by the Netherworld Sword started to rise greatly. The deathly aura enveloped the sky, causing the air to become stifling.    

Xue Wuchang frowned, this aura made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as though a mysterious force was stripping him of his life force. His gaze immediately fell on the Netherworld Sword in the sword's hand, his gaze became extremely sharp, this sword was strange!    

A cold wind blew and Xue Wuchang descended in front of the sword. Following that, a large hand made out of ice grabbed towards the sword, intending to snatch the Netherworld Sword from his hands.    

With a slash of the sword, a Sword Qi that contained a deathly silence was released, and smashed into the large ice hand. A crisp sound was heard, and the large ice hand instantly shattered, while the sword's power did not decrease, as it rushed towards Xue Wuchang.    

Xue Wuchang's eyes flashed with a look of shock. He had not used all his strength in this strike, but his opponent was still able to slash through it. It seemed that he was not as weak as he had imagined.    

He raised his palm and a vortex of ice and snow seemed to form in the center of Xue Wuchang's palm. A terrifying icy aura gathered within the vortex and swirled around at an extremely fast speed, as if it was about to form a storm.    

A head of long hair seemed to have turned white, and he even seemed to have gained a sense of coldness. At this moment, it was as if he was holding a storm that could destroy everything, extremely terrifying.    

When the tornado completely condensed into substance, Xue Wuchang waved his hand, and the tornado immediately rushed towards the sword, as though it had completely released itself, the Icy Rule instantly erupted, and a terrifying tornado of sharp blades tore apart everything, as though it was going to destroy the entire world.    

The sword was in the center of the storm and the blades were chopping down on his body from all directions. However, the endless terrifying Sword Intent on his body revolved around him and gathered together to form a sword body.    

"What a strong power of law, how did he manage to comprehend it?" When Mu Hai saw this scene, he was shocked, and waves of shock rose in his heart.    

He also trained in the sword arts and skills, but in terms of comprehension and usage of Rules of Sword, he still had some distance to go with the sword.    

The only thing missing from the sword was the powerful divine Elemental Skill.    

Mu Hai was not the only one who was shocked.    

Xue Wuchang never thought that this seemingly insignificant person would have such terrifying comprehension in the way of the sword, it was truly terrifying, it seemed like the white-clothed youth sending him to battle just now was because of his powerful fighting strength.    

Although my Thousand-Snow Hall is mostly a person who cultivates the power of frost, if you are willing to join my Thousand-Snow Hall, I can make you follow me. In the future, I can control the Thousand-Snow Hall and you can be the Vice Hall Master. "    

Xue Wuchang looked at the sword and slowly spoke, his face had a proud look, he did not believe that his opponent would not be moved by such a promise.    

Xue Wuchang's voice could not help but reveal a strange expression on their faces. Where did this guy get his face from?    

Mu Hai felt that Xue Wuchang was too stupid, the sword was not someone who cared about fame and influence, if he truly wanted to join the great power, with his powerful Sword Truth and comprehension, he would have long joined, so why would he wait till today?    

As a Holy Son, he had no discernment at all. This was simply a humiliation.    

"There's still one more strike. If you don't use your full strength now, you won't have another chance." The sword spoke to Xue Wuchang as if he was speaking to him in a normal tone.    

One strike, he had only given Xue Wuchang the chance to strike. If he did not use his full strength, he would have no chance.    

"Arrogant." Xue Wuchang scoffed, you want to hit him with a single strike, aren't you a little too confident?    

The sword could no longer wait, taking a step towards Xue Wuchang. Every step seemed to be extremely slow, but it seemed to contain an unexplainable rhythm, the thin and frail body, seemed to fuse with the heaven and earth, it seemed ethereal and intangible, becoming one with the world.    

At the same time, strands of powerful Sword Intent rose from the sword blade and enveloped his body. At a certain moment, he seemed to no longer be a human but a sword, a true sword.    

One with the world, one with the sword. This was the pinnacle of what a sword could achieve right now.    

Qin Xuan looked at the figure that was continuously moving forward, and a brilliant smile blossomed on his face. This was a true sword fanatic, peerless in its generation, unparalleled in the way of the sword.    

So what if he was the Sabre Sword Palace's Jian Wuhen? Sooner or later, he would be surpassed by the sword!    

At the moment, the thing that was most shocked was Xue Wuchang, he was no longer calm, his eyes were filled with deep shock, as though he had seen something unbelievable.    

As the sword drew closer and closer, he could clearly feel the aura of the sword growing increasingly stronger, as though it was pressing down on him. In addition, the speed of its growth was extremely terrifying. It had already reached a level beyond his imagination.    

Thinking of what Jian Chen had just said, a sense of fear immediately filled his heart. His soul seemed to be trembling as it was intimidated by that domineering aura.    

He had a strong premonition that if he did not use his full strength now, he might not have a chance.    

In the blink of an eye, numerous extremely terrifying Sword Path Rule flowed through the air. A powerful sense of deathly stillness was mixed within, and when the two types of energies merged, it seemed like they possessed the power to destroy everything.    

When the sword reached near Xue Wuchang, the Netherworld Sword pointed diagonally in the air. The black robe fluttered and its long hair danced wildly in the wind, revealing its unparalleled elegance.