Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 92: Defeating the War Emperor with a Sword, Obtaining the Crimson Dragon Armor

Forcible seizure and plunder are even punishable by death according to the law!
It's ridiculous,

Before the divine sword was revived, they could not be seen on the stage.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, before he even opened his mouth to speak, many people in the audience began to mock and ridicule him.

Arrogant and ignorant criticisms are rampant, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Now that the divine sword has been revived
These people revealed their ugly faces of greed, and even of robbery and plunder.

"Ah, the ugly and base nature of humankind will not change even after ten thousand years."

The eternal melody worn around the boy's neck echoes with an old man's cold laugh.

In his time,

The number of monsters dwindled under the human's sword, and they all submitted and were willing to become slaves.

Dozens of countries fought each other for land resources, eventually leading to a tripartite balance of power, culminating in the Pope's investiture of a fiefdom.

"When it comes to cruelty, cunning, and despicableness, what right do humans have to criticize the demons of today?" Elex said slowly.

"Haha, I don't deny it," Yan Qianqiu laughed heartily.

“Little guy, you’re to my liking, which is why I wanted to say a few more words: never trust a human’s words.”

Electrolux responded with a laugh.

VIP seating,
The holy knight stroked his snow-white beard, a golden light shooting from his eyes as he gazed at the young man and murmured, "How interesting. When did our temple produce such a sharp and discerning knight?"

The burly war emperor who stepped onto the stage sneered.

"How arrogant! How dare they speak so shamelessly."

"Just because you managed to revive the divine sword, you think you're invincible?"

"Today I'm going to wake you up, so you won't die at the hands of demons and disgrace humanity!"

They could all tell that the young man who awakened and inherited the divine sword was definitely not old.

He's probably only around twenty years old at most, so how strong can he be?

"The divine sword will only gather dust in your hands!"

With each step he took, his aura rose higher and higher.

The overwhelming aura caused the entire auction hall to emit a grating, teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

The auction house shone brightly.
The area was marked with a magical imprint, and dozens of defensive spiritual energies rose up, enveloping the two people in the field.

Feng Ling'er's beautiful eyes gleamed with curiosity as she pulled her sisters aside.

What are you barking about?

Holding the Aria of the Goddess of Light in his hand, with his spirit wings unfurled behind him, Yan Qianqiu laughed heartily, completely unconcerned.

"You!" the War Emperor roared in fury.

The young man showed no fear even when facing an eighth-tier expert.

only……

Feng Ling'er and Ye Weiyang's beautiful eyes revealed shock. "How could he be so big!"

"What kind of precious food did it eat to grow up like this?!"

The enormous sixteen-meter-long wings are truly awe-inspiring.

"To defeat you, one sword is all it takes."

The young man held the sword in one hand.

The sword of the Radiant Aria pointed diagonally at the ground, its spiritual power contained within, without a trace leaking out. The person was like a blade yet to be drawn, its sharpness fully concealed.

The burly war emperor let out a wild laugh.
He slammed his giant axe into the ground, cracking the arena: "Arrogant! I've dominated the 'Mountain-Shaking' technique for thirty years, how could a young man like you possibly..."

The voice has not fallen,

Yan Qianqiu has disappeared from the spot.

The golden heavy sword burst forth with dazzling light, its sword intent soaring!

Man and sword unite!

The warrior's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his axe to block, only to feel a tremendous force coming towards him, with surging spiritual energy piercing through the axe blade.

"Qiang!"

The metal clanged, and sparks flew.

Yan Qianqiu appeared where Zhan Di had been standing.

He sheathed his longsword, his movements graceful and elegant.

With a "crack," the warrior's giant axe snapped in two. The man's burly body flew backward at an astonishing speed, crashing into the spiritual energy shield before sliding to the ground.

His face was filled with disbelief.
Looking down at his chest, he saw that his clothes were torn and a bloody line ran from his forehead to his abdomen.

The old man reached out to touch it.
Fresh blood appeared on his palm.

"So fast... such a heavy sword..." the War Emperor muttered to himself, his face extremely ugly.

He knew that his opponent had shown mercy; otherwise, without his battle armor, he would have surely perished under that sword strike.

That person's external spiritual power far surpassed his; could he be a ninth-tier holy knight, just with a very young voice?
The audience erupted in uproar.
An eighth-tier battle emperor was instantly killed in front of everyone!
It should be noted that the eighth-ranked individuals are important figures in the various holy temples, yet they were defeated so decisively.

This was an ending that almost no one had anticipated.

"So strong!!"

Feng Ling'er's beautiful eyes revealed an expression of adoration, "I think I've fallen in love with him!"

Ye Weiyang was startled.
"You don't even know his age. What if he's an old monster... a senior figure?"

The girl in the white dress rolled her eyes. "Who said it was the kind of love between men and women?"

Yan Qianqiu looked around and said loudly, "Who else is willing to fight?"

His clear voice stunned the entire audience, and no one thought he was young anymore.

The other powerful figures below the stage were pale-faced. The fact that they had defeated an eighth-level expert in one move, who was suspected to be a ninth-level knight, had made them hesitant to make any rash moves.

only……

Inside the VIP room,
The Holy Knight's expression was strange, then he suddenly laughed and said, "So you're also a ninth-rank knight."

"However, this is far too arrogant, showing not a trace of the humility a knight should have..."

"Phew." He couldn't help but shake his head.

Yan Qianqiu walked not far ahead of Ye Weiyang. He reached out and carefully stroked the sword, his attention completely focused on this divine sword.
"Twenty million gold coins, is that right?"

"Well, the auction house is willing to cover one-third of the cost," Ye Weiyang said cautiously. "The divine sword will be even more valuable in your hands!"

Yan Qianqiu looked up at the girl in the red dress, who appeared respectful and cautious, and remained noncommittal.

He took out two Crowns of Inheritance from his storage ring: a purple-black crown and a dark crown.

"These are the Crowns of the Fifth Hell and the Sixth Bear Demon, in addition to the Demon Heritage Crown that was auctioned earlier."

"I believe that these things, in terms of both value and significance, are far more valuable than 20 million."

The young man lined up the crowns and said calmly.

"Oh my God!"

Ye Weiyang stared in disbelief at the crown of inheritance before her, her alluring red lips parted wide as she looked at the masked figure in front of her, her heart pounding.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth crowns of inheritance.

Did this big shot break into the central and provincial governments of China as if they were in an empty land?

My goodness, that's incredible!

Feng Ling'er's beautiful face revealed an excited expression, and her voice was soft and sweet as she asked, "This humble woman dares to ask a question, senior: have you ever slain a demon god?"

"Of course," Yan Qianqiu said with a slight smile, "There will only be more in the future!"

"what!"

Feng Ling'er let out a sweet cry, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I have an epic-grade Crimson Dragon Armor that I can gift to a hero!"

Yan Qianqiu looked at the beautiful and pure-looking girl with her black hair flowing down her back and wearing a white dress.

His pupils dilated slightly.
This was an unexpected delight; I didn't expect to get epic-level equipment so quickly. I sighed inwardly, "Is this what it means to be a rich woman?"

Epic-level equipment worth millions of merit points was given away just like that.

"Thank you, but I won't take it for nothing. After I kill the Demon God, I will definitely give you a Demon God's Crown!" Yan Qianqiu said in a deep voice.

The Epic Crimson Dragon Armor is a very precious soft armor.

It can be worn by anyone in any profession.

The girl in the white dress bowed slightly and smiled.

Yan Qianqiu turned around and walked to the side of the platform closest to the bidding seats, "Please, Wang Yuanyuan, Long Haochen, Sima Xian..."

“Cai’er, Tan Qing…”

“And those who have never spoken sarcastically or mocked me, stand up.”

(End of this chapter)