I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

All eight quasi-kings before and after him perished.

Shen Ming put away his Golden Flame Primordial Spirit, reached out and grabbed at the void, and a golden fragment of the Bright Heart Sword landed in his palm.

The fragments were unexpectedly round, much like the sword pellets they had encountered for the first time.

As a sword cultivator, if one's natal flying sword is shattered, one's sword cultivation will plummet.

Shen Ming not only did not have it, but his swordsmanship level was approaching that of the Heavenly Sword.

No destruction, no construction—that's exactly right!

The boundless magical power boiled in his palm, refining the fragments into a liquid state, which was then integrated into the boundless sword heart in the second aperture.

With a thought, a tangible sword blade appeared in his right hand.

Shen Mingda reached the state of having no sword in his hand, but a sword in his heart.

Go to the next level, and you'll find that everything can be a sword.

At this moment, beyond the nine heavens, the Hundred Battles Royal Court, like a celestial palace, shone brightly, casting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire Central Region, gradually forming a line of words.

The inscription describes Shen Ming's achievements in the snow-capped mountains.

"On the snowy mountain battlefield, you slew eight quasi-kings with your sword, displaying unparalleled bravery. You are rewarded with the Bright King Battle Robe!"

In an instant, the entire Central Region was shocked.

The hunting battles were held in the Central Region, and the battlefields were not limited to the snowy mountains; there were a total of thirty-six locations.

"Who is this young king? No, that's not right! This young king has slain eight quasi-kings, he couldn't possibly have received any royal reward!"

"A mere mortal slaying eight kings below the quasi-king level?! Is he the divine son of that academy, or a prodigy from a powerful clan in the Pure Land?!"

"There don't seem to be many people who use swords."

Hunters from all sides were abuzz with discussion, eager to know who this person was.

A volcano is erupting, its billowing smoke blotting out the sky, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and roaring towards the heavens.

This is a volcanic battlefield.

The earth was a chilling dark red, with molten lava flowing across it like a surging red dragon.

In the crater, there lived a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, a full and radiant forehead, and bright, expressive eyes.

She had a slender figure, and her fiery red dress swayed in the flames. Beneath her fair and shapely long legs, she wore a pair of lapis lazuli boots.

She was none other than the Fire Emperor's daughter, Princess Fire Phoenix.

She looked up at the words in the sky, lost in thought, and whispered, "With a sword."

On the island battlefield, the waves surged, their roar like thunder.

An archipelago has just survived a major war, leaving it riddled with holes, and many islands have sunk.

The one who received the War King's Token was a woman with dragon horns on her head, a voluptuous figure, and alluring curves.

"Tch, I thought it was me."

The Dragon Girl had just witnessed the commotion at the Hundred Battles Royal Court and was filled with anticipation, only to find that she had been deluding herself.

Puzzled, I wanted to know who this person was.

A fierce battle is raging on the Canglin battlefield, with thousands of participants.

The five major powers of the Central Region joined in, united in their hatred of the enemy, and followed different hunters, engaging in fierce battles.

"So powerful, how wonderful it would be if they could fight for my Li family."

The speaker was a disciple of the Li family.

But as soon as he spoke, he realized he had misspoke. Li Qiushui gave him an unfriendly look and said, "Slap yourself."

The Li family disciples dared not disobey, and then they heard a crisp slapping sound.

Li Qiushui, a disciple of the main branch of the Li family, is a woman of great wealth and status who joins the Creation Academy.

The fact that the Li family was able to follow the divine child of the Creation Academy was thanks to her.

Naturally, she didn't want to hear what he had just said.

“He is utterly powerless before the Divine Child, don’t you think so, Li Weiyang?” Li Qiushui asked.

Li Weiyang nodded silently. Li Qiushui had taken her spot, and instead of feeling guilty, she was deliberately targeting her.

“You’re being hypocritical. I’ve heard that you were always willing to grant that Eternal God’s every wish in Xuanhuang City, practically wanting to climb into his bed,” Li Qiushui said.

Li Weiyang looked somber. It was only after the Imperial Prince Ceremony that she learned that Ming Sheng was the Imperial Prince and had perished in that heavenly calamity.

……

The Royal Court of a Hundred Battles, the Hall of the War King.

Champion Marquis Yang Xuanji looked thoughtfully at the Ming King's battle robe that had flown away.

He is a King Realm cultivator, so he doesn't need to compete for the War King Token. He can directly enter the Royal Court and guard a War King Hall.

He didn't pay much attention. After completing a stage, people rarely look back to pay attention to those who come after them, but instead focus on the future.

However, Yang Xuanji sensed considerable fluctuations emanating from the spatial rift.

The Hundred Battles Royal Court was located at the rift, which is why it was discovered immediately.

Countless auras pierced through the spatial rift and arrived at the Xuanhuang Continent. Before they could even see who it was, they felt an icy chill rushing towards them.

The Ice Spirit Clan's Conquest Army!

The others in the royal court were all moved. Recalling the commotion just now, they knew that it was aimed at the person who had killed the eight quasi-kings.

Ice King!

Yang Xuanji spotted the figure of the Ice Lan King and knew that the man was doomed.

A single Spirit King is enough to sweep across a region of the lower realm.

The Ice Spirit Clan did not stop, but flew aggressively towards the snow-capped mountains.

……

In the snow-capped mountains, Shen Ming received the Ming King's battle robe that flew to him.

A top-tier Dao artifact, woven from sacred silk, containing pure Yang power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with flames seemingly leaping within it.

The battle robe was a magnificent yet solemn dark red, exuding an aura of majesty.

"It's not my style."

Shen Ming casually tossed it into his cloud pouch, not taking it seriously.

At this moment, the black dragon returned, looking excited, as if it had some good news to share.

"Lord Dragon Lord, look what I've found!"

As he spoke, a token that looked like gold and iron flew out of the dragon's mouth. It was the War King's Token of the Snow Mountain Battlefield. With this token, one could enter the next battlefield of the hunting war.

The black dragon was obtained from a hunter.

“No interest. Let’s continue searching for the other shore flower,” Shen Ming said.

Just then, the thick, lead-like clouds above the snow-capped mountain began to slowly disperse in all directions, stirred by a mysterious and powerful force.

The clouds seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, the originally tightly connected cloud clusters gradually splitting apart to make way for a magnificent road.

It resembles a giant staircase descending from the heavens.

Each layer of clouds has a clear outline, arranged in distinct layers from high to low, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

As Shen Ming was wondering, he saw countless figures above the white clouds, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"go!"

Those were the Spirit Clan's conquest army, each with a cold and stern face, their eyes revealing a surging killing intent.

The murderous aura gathered together, and the tangible black mist swirled around them, giving the originally sacred cloud ladder a somber atmosphere.

Shen Ming belatedly realized that he was under their shadow, as if he were being judged.

This army has eight minor kings and one spirit king.

"go!"

Shen Ming immediately opened the Great Luo Palace and wanted to enter.

"This is never going to end! Why all this fuss!"

Black Dragon found it hard to believe; any one of the eight Lesser Kings alone could do them no good, because they were true Kings.

Eight of them arrived at once, including an even stronger Spirit King.

It can't be fought, it can't be fought at all.