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

On Shen Ming's right hand, there was also an arm guard covering his forearm.

The size seems tailor-made, fitting perfectly, and it's nimble and lightweight, with a gold-plated finish throughout.

Compared to Yang Xuanji's Battle Saint Armor, his is even more sacred.

It even changed Shen Ming's temperament, making him noble and extraordinary, awe-inspiring and unapproachable. One could feel the aura of the Holy Emperor and the profound mysteries of the Great Dao on the arm armor.

Divine weapons and powerful artifacts; above Yuan weapons are imperial weapons.

However, imperial weapons are all treasures of their respective sects, belonging to a powerful force, and are not personal weapons.

As a result, the divine weapons passed down from the Holy Emperor became the mainstream.

The Battle Saint Armor is a sacred weapon, and so is Shen Ming's arm armor.

Judging from the result of the clash just now, Shen Ming's arm armor is stronger.

"Is it that strong? I should have taken off the other arm armor as well." Shen Ming himself was surprised.

The guardian of the abyss, far away in the forbidden zone of life, felt a chill.

"Is he truly a native cultivator from the Xuanhuang Continent?"

Some people find it unbelievable.

When did cultivators in the lower realms become so arrogant?

This divine son of the Jiang family is top-notch in every aspect, making those from the outer battlefield feel inferior.

"Show me your true skills, or you'll miss your chance," Shen Ming said.

Yang Xuanji was taken aback, seemingly not expecting to hear these words from Shen Ming.

With a cold snort, the shattered armor plates on the palm were restored to their original state; the Battle Saint Armor could regenerate on its own.

With a grab of his five fingers into the void, a divine weapon resembling both a halberd and a spear roared forth, releasing a commotion akin to that of a giant dragon.

The divine weapon and the Battle Saint Armor are not a set, yet they produce a strong reaction.

This completely swept away the decline that Yang Xuanji had shown.

"The War God Spear! It is a weapon of the gods, containing divine magic. The Champion Marquis combined it with his own supernatural powers to create a tactic that shakes the heavens and the earth."

Tactics are not strategies for marching and fighting, but rather supernatural abilities like spiritual arts and divine arts, which belong exclusively to Yang Xuanji.

Yang Xuanji stepped forward with his spear, and behind him appeared a thousand troops, charging into battle alongside him.

Shen Ming put away the Holy Emperor Armguard, and the Great Luo Sword appeared in his hand.

"Why not combine the arm armor with sword control?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Swordsmanship is extraordinary. The young prodigy of the Jiang family is probably too young to have the time to combine his strengths like the Marquis of Champion!"

That's true, but it doesn't change the brutal nature of the battle.

Yang Xuanji was determined to maximize his advantage, and his War God Spear thrust straight forward, unstoppable and invincible.

Feeling the opponent's immense power, Shen Ming took a deep breath, focused all his attention, and once again entered the Heavenly Sword state.

Just like when facing the Zheng family patriarch, the Limitless Sword Edge met the Invincible Weapon Edge.

Like the sun and moon vying for brilliance, the two fought fiercely. Although it was not a battle of supernatural powers, every clash between the War God Spear and the Great Luo Sword contained the profound truth of the Great Dao being simple yet profound.

The sword gleamed brilliantly, and the spear's edge was unparalleled.

One moment it looks like dragons wrestling, the next it looks like ancient Kunpeng colliding.

The enclosed War King's Hall seemed insufficient; the walls and floor groaned under the strain, and various runes rained down from the ceiling.

"How on earth did they cultivate to this level?"

Some young Sovereigns waver in their resolve, unable to reach that level even after a lifetime of effort, rendering their hard work and struggle meaningless.

"Did the Battle Saint Armor not work?"

The kings and nobles focused on the details. When the divine weapons clashed, the divine marks on the Battle Saint Armor shone brightly, as they deduced the flaws and limits of Shen Ming's sword technique.

Once found, Yang Xuanji will deliver a fatal blow.

All the kings and nobles knew that it was the key to victory or defeat.

However, it never appeared.

Yang Xuanji's offensive was more powerful than the last, and his War God Spear seemed to pierce the sky.

However, they were ultimately unable to overcome the sharpness of Shen Ming's Heavenly Sword.

Holding the Great Luo Sword, Shen Ming was radiant and exuded a powerful aura, his eyes gleaming with the sharpness of a sword that could cleave heaven and earth.

"It's not that the Great Luo Sword is powerful; his swordsmanship is equally extraordinary."

The Creator God, Yang Long, was also a sword cultivator. He could see the difference in skill and was glad that they hadn't clashed in Jiuli City earlier.

Even without the Great Luo Sword, Shen Ming could have defeated him using his swordsmanship.

"Conceal skill in clumsiness! Use obscurity to reveal clarity! Embrace purity within turbidity! Use suppression to achieve expansion!"

Yang Xuanji shouted in a deep voice, revealing his tactical mantras and mental techniques.

The Fighting Saint Armor could not deduce any flaws in Shen Ming's swordsmanship, causing him to lose patience and decide to defeat Shen Ming with absolute force.

In a head-on clash, Shen Ming directly unleashed the ultimate sword intent technique.

The man and the sword transformed into a sharp edge, advancing relentlessly, just like the characteristics of a sword cultivator.

The spear tip and the sword tip collided. At first, there was not much movement, but the next second, there was a terrifying shockwave.

This shockwave already revealed a chaotic aura.

It doesn't belong to anyone, but rather washes over both of their bodies indiscriminately.

The two men gripped their divine weapons tightly, neither giving an inch.

Shen Ming's body radiated golden light, as his Ancient Sacred Body endured this power.

The same was true for the Battle Saint Armor; however, Yang Xuanji could feel his body trembling with every impact.

A couple of tremors are nothing, but when they occur thousands of times in a second or two, Yang Xuanji's flesh and blood churn, and the powerful magic within his body surges like a wild horse.

He was rapidly approaching his limit, and the closer he got to the end, the more unbearable it became.

The gun tip remained firm, but the gun barrel was shaking violently, along with his arm.

Yang Xuanji roared repeatedly, but it was still impossible to change the outcome of the battle.

The chaotic shockwave forced him back several steps, and the War God Spear slipped from his hand with a clanging sound.

Even after Yang Xuanji stood still, you could still see that his arms were trembling slightly.

In contrast, Shen Ming's aura was intense, his golden light dazzling, and his heartbeat was like thunder.

The chaotic shockwave pushed him to his limits, yet he felt even more powerful.

"To be able to let me fight so thoroughly in the same realm, you are not bad," Shen Ming said.

The crowd, still in shock, were somewhat dazed, finding it strange that these words came from Shen Ming's mouth.

Yang Xuanji was furious. "He's using all my words!"

He is the supreme champion, the perfect master of the Lesser King realm!

What right do you, a mere prince-to-be, have to say such things!

“If we weren’t in the War King’s Hall, I could crush you with one hand. Don’t think you can contend with a king,” Yang Xuanji said.

"You're in a hurry," Shen Ming said, uttering only three words.

Yang Xuanji was furious and wished he could immediately grab his gun and charge forward again.

However, the result just now told him that the Battle Saint Armor could not deduce the opponent's sword technique weakness, and he had no chance of winning at the same level.

"I'll give you a chance to lift the restrictions imposed by the War King's Palace," Shen Ming said.

Upon hearing this, everyone stared at each other, not understanding what he meant.

The literal meaning is easy to understand, but they don't believe Shen Ming is certain of that meaning.

"..." Yang Xuanji's gaze was like that of a predatory beast, staring at him relentlessly.

“I told you, I was going to chop off your head,” Shen Ming said.

That confirmed that's what he meant.

The entire room fell into a stunned silence; you could hear a pin drop.