Chapter 170 : Divine Descent Upon the World

Chapter 170: Divine Descent Upon the World

“Outrageous!!!”

Qin Xuanxiao roared inwardly.

He never could have imagined that his greatest trump card—one that had never failed him before—the Divine Will of the Emperor, would actually be suppressed!

The Heir of Prince Rui had heard the rumors about Chu Huaixu’s strangeness. This leading figure of the Eastern Continent seemed to possess a natural suppression over sword cultivators.

With embellishments from the Storytellers, his duel with Mo Lingfeng had evolved into a tale where Mo Lingfeng went all out, yet couldn’t even draw his sword—deprived of the very qualification to challenge a sword!

But the problem was... I’m a spear cultivator!

“With the status of the Divine Will of the Emperor, how could any low-level cultivator possibly suppress it by force?!”

“Our ancestor is a peak Ninth Realm cultivator, a figure standing at the summit of the Xuanhuang Realm!”

What vexed Qin Xuanxiao the most was that his possession of the Divine Will of the Emperor was nearly common knowledge across the world.

But who was this opponent?

—A royal deathsworn, a hound of the Mirror Court!

This was blasphemy!

Qin Xuanxiao, born a natural superior, had never imagined that anyone from within the 【Organization】 would dare act so audaciously.

A mere watchdog dares to suppress the Ancestor of the Empire?

You insolent whelp! How dare you!!

This realization made the princeling suddenly feel that something was wrong.

Perhaps the development of the situation had deviated from his expectations?

While he was momentarily distracted, the true gang energy at Chu Huaixu’s fingertip once again surged forth.

This spy from the Moon Country clearly had no intention of giving the princeling a moment to breathe.

Overbearing true gang, imbued with the Fearless Sword Intent, struck at an extreme speed.

This was a perfected Mystic-rank Technique, a realm that even the four World Protagonists had never reached.

Chu Huaixu had invested heavily—pouring an enormous amount of Experience Points to unleash such power today.

Caught off guard, Qin Xuanxiao truly fell into a moment of panic.

Thankfully, Lin Zixuan was sharing her vision with him, enhancing his reaction time.

Here, "vision" did not merely refer to eyesight, but also included perception through divine sense.

This future princess consort, known as a so-called god-tier support, possessed an unusually powerful divine sense.

Even though her cultivation had not yet reached the First Realm’s perfection and was only at the Eighth Heaven, her divine sense strength already rivaled that of a peak Second Realm cultivator.

Moreover, the one caught in the fray often misses the whole picture, while the observer sees more clearly.

Seated upon a high platform, she surveyed the battlefield as an outsider, seeing what Qin Xuanxiao might miss.

When combined, their perspectives were more complete.

Unfortunately, since divine sense was involved...

“I didn’t give you permission to use cheats!” Chu Huaixu bellowed inwardly.

“Heart Sword!”

Between Qin Xuanxiao and Lin Zixuan, countless invisible threads of divine sense had linked them.

But now, an unseen sword severed them all!

Before the Heart Sword, they were as fragile as spider silk.

Like a blade so sharp it could cut hair by air, slice iron like mud—easily shredding fine cords.

In that instant, Qin Xuanxiao felt a searing pain from within his Sea of Consciousness!

Even the petite girl seated atop the viewing platform turned deathly pale beneath her veil.

The backlash she suffered was surely much greater than Qin Xuanxiao’s.

The abrupt, piercing agony forced a scream from her lips before she could suppress it.

Lin Zixuan nearly fell off her chair, her whole body turned limp by Chu Huaixu’s strike, nearly fainting on the spot!

The Fifth Elder of the Dao Gate, Zhao Shuqin, immediately opened his narrow eyes. His golden irises turned toward the future consort and unleashed a divine sense secret art, helping to stabilize her Sea of Consciousness and prevent further injury.

However, this elder—praised alongside Li Chunsong as “one of the top among the five and six”—had amusement in his gaze.

Some might not know what was happening, but how could they be unaware?

“Little girl, feeling it now, aren’t you?” Zhao Shuqin smiled inwardly.

On the high platform, all eyes had turned toward Lin Zixuan.

Even those close to the stage below had heard her cry out.

After her Sea of Consciousness recovered, her fair cheeks beneath the veil flushed a deep red.

Such a shameful moment—she had never experienced anything like it in her life.

Lin Zixuan felt her entire body tense, fully aware that everyone was watching her.

And these people were all cultivators above the Fifth Realm! Senior experts!

She didn’t even know how to describe the feeling.

In truth, this was Social Death.

“Miss Lin, are you alright?” Eunuch Li promptly asked with concern.

“Eunuch Li, I’m fine now,” she replied.

After speaking, under everyone’s gaze, she had no choice but to stand and bow slightly in thanks to the Fifth Elder.

The girl knew very well—the true culprit behind all this was undoubtedly the young man on the platform, the one wearing the same robes as the princeling!

Lin Zixuan’s beautiful eyes flickered, though a trace of lingering fear remained in her gaze.

She had no idea how the other party had pulled it off.

“Even combining my divine sense with the prince’s, not even a Third Realm cultivator should be able to sever it.”

“Yet he seemed to accomplish it effortlessly.”

“Could it be… his divine sense cultivation is comparable to the Fourth Realm—or even close to a Major Cultivator?” Lin Zixuan found it utterly inconceivable.

She couldn’t help but stare intently at Chu Huaixu, trying to figure him out.

On the platform, the Dead Fox who had cut their divine sense link was not about to let this weakness slip by.

He immediately flicked another Thunder at Fingertips, and simultaneously unleashed all seven sword auras from within the Sword Scabbard.

Qin Xuanxiao’s vision darkened briefly, his head spinning.

By the time he regained his senses, the wave of true gang and seven sword auras were already upon him!

Even with his composure and cultivation, he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

The black robe worn by the Heir of Prince Rui began to shimmer with golden patterns. A dark-gold barrier emerged and shielded him from the front.

This barrier blocked the True Gang that struck first, but the following seven streams of Sword Qi smashed into it, grinding it to pieces.

He spun his spear and used a technique to block.

Caught off guard, he was forced back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

On the platform, Mei Chuxue took the opportunity to sneakily jab at Nangong Yue again.

“Eh? Elder Nangong, the Heir’s black robe looks like it’s of higher grade than the one you refined. I'd say it's a Top-grade Spiritual Artifact, no?”

Nangong Yue, oh Nangong Yue, it's one thing to copy a design—but how is it even lower in grade?

Even the gentle and refined Ninth Elder of the Dao Gate couldn’t help showing a bit of displeasure.

“Chu Huaixu is only in the First Realm. A Mid-grade Spiritual Artifact is already sufficient. Once his cultivation improves, I’ll naturally refine a new one for him. This is just a transitional piece.”

“Look at that barrier—it’s about on par with a Mid-grade artifact in terms of power. It only looks more impressive.”

Mei Chuxue, dressed seductively and always carrying a slightly provocative tone, immediately continued teasing: “Yo, I guess I helped Huaixu indirectly obtain a Top-grade robe, didn’t I?”

Nangong Yue’s chest swelled with anger, too annoyed to respond. She didn’t even bother mentioning that she had also helped Chu Huaixu reforge his Jade Pendant.

All she could think was—this shameless skank really knows how to claim credit!

On the platform, Qin Xuanxiao stared intently.

Now, with the Divine Will of the Emperor unusable and his divine sense link with Lin Zixuan severed, both of his trump cards were destroyed!

The young man before him, also clad in a black robe, seemed to naturally counter him in every way.

He just so happens to restrain both of your abilities!

“A dual sword-body cultivator, and he’s skilled in divine sense techniques too?” Qin Xuanxiao refused to believe such an all-rounded First Realm cultivator existed!

His fighting spirit surged, and the Undying Fire on his spear blazed even hotter and brighter.

The dark-purple flames spread across the entire spear shaft.

And yet, they seemed alive, not harming their master in the slightest.

At the center of Qin Xuanxiao’s brows, a violet mark began to appear.

From a distance, it looked like a Heavenly Eye, giving him the aura of Erlang Zhenjun.

“Eh? He can already awaken the Emperor Bloodline at just the First Realm?” The major cultivators seated on the high platform clicked their tongues in awe.

Though Qin Xuanxiao was still a low-tier cultivator, he floated into the air like a major expert.

Behind him, the phantom of a Violet Moon began to manifest.

Clad in black, spear in hand, violet mark between his brows, radiant silhouette at his back—

He looked like a god descending from the heavens!

His entire aura shifted, exerting pressure on his surroundings.

Chu Huaixu, watching the scene, understood what was happening.

“The reason the Moon Country royal family remains dominant, unlike the waning court of the Mirror Country, lies in their unique bloodline and the legacy of the Emperor—allowing the rise of many powerful cultivators.”

“Moreover, upon becoming royalty, it seems one can also draw upon the dynasty’s fate to enhance themselves.”

“This must be Qin Xuanxiao’s trump card.”

However, once he entered this ‘Divine Descent’ state, his spiritual energy consumption would skyrocket.

Without Lin Zixuan’s support, he couldn’t maintain it for long.

Chu Huaixu’s vision blurred—the levitating Heir of Prince Rui vanished in an instant, his speed rivaling Chu Huaixu’s max-level 【Flying Profound】!

In the next moment, the Divine Spear [Emperor Moon], fully engulfed in flame, was already before him.

Ink-colored currents flowed around Chu Huaixu’s body, intertwining with the black-purple flames.

Many spectators noticed—his defensive technique had changed.

It was more elegant than before, and clearly stronger.

In terms of raw spiritual energy strength, Chu Huaixu—having trained in the 《Dao Canon》 and just gained 2 points in Spirit Gathering—was no slouch!

Judging from current combat ability, he figured Qin Xuanxiao—even without borrowing Lin Zixuan’s energy—was slightly stronger than Big Ice Block.

But that was understandable.

Han Shuangjiang advanced quickly through realms. As long as she didn’t deliberately bottleneck herself, she always had the lead.

She came from a noble background and had many innate advantages. Her starting point was high.

Big Ice Block, on the other hand, was a Daughter of Destiny—she needed fortuitous encounters to rise.

As of now, she still hadn’t obtained those two instances of 【Dao Ancestor Inheritance】.

Her overall strength being lower than Qin Xuanxiao made sense.

“Too bad for you—you ran into me!” Chu Huaixu’s gaze sharpened.

All that Undying Fire and Divine Descent—it was just flashy fluff!

Sword Qi gathered at Chu Huaixu’s fingertip.

——【Sword Heart Clarity】!

Even if Qin Xuanxiao’s Divine Will wasn’t suppressed, he was still only at Moderate Spear Intent.

Before Sword Heart Clarity, that was laughable.

Chu Huaixu poured surging spiritual energy into this strike.

“You borrowed someone else’s energy—what good will that do?” he said calmly, as if he had known all along and was only now exposing the truth.

“If it isn’t yours, it will never truly be yours,” Chu Huaixu said flatly.

Borrowed strength would never compare to that forged through one’s own cultivation.

The brilliant Sword Qi tore straight through the dark purple sea of fire.

The overwhelming gap told Qin Xuanxiao—he couldn’t block this strike.

Within three breaths, he would be utterly defeated!

“You dare to...” he couldn’t help but shout.

Chu Huaixu’s expression darkened instantly.

He immediately picked up on the subtext behind those words.

“Damn bastard, so you really know who I am!”

In the next instant, the Sword Qi turned even more ruthless.

Chu Huaixu would not allow this princeling to utter another word.

And so he forcefully cut him off mid-sentence: “This is the Champion’s Duel—I fear nothing!”

The speed of the fingertip Sword Qi suddenly spiked. The protective talisman beneath Qin Xuanxiao’s clothes was instantly torn apart.

The aftershock of the Sword Qi landed fully on his body—this Heir of Prince Rui, who had been floating mid-air, was sent flying.

He slammed into the ground hard, severely wounded. His vision went dark and he immediately passed out.

Chu Huaixu walked a few steps forward, looked down coldly at him, and muttered inwardly:

“Shut your mouth.”

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