Chapter 212, The Phantom of the Gun

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Chapter 212 of "Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor" begins with intriguing events: Chapter 212: Chapter 212, The Phantom of the Gun"Is that so?" Chu Ming asked indifferently, slowly... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 212: Chapter 212, The Phantom of the Gun"Is that so?" Chu Ming asked indifferently, slowly drawing the Blue Red Sword from his waist. With the sword in hand, Chu Ming’s aura underwent a monumental change in an instant. If the Chu Ming of earlier was a treasure sword within its sheath, with its sharpness somewhat concealed, the current Chu Ming was like a drawn sharp blade, where all under its point faced utter destruction. An endless momentum of the sword emanated from Chu Ming, as if transforming into countless sharp swords. The surrounding crowd felt a painful sting just by glancing at him, as if witnessing something terrifying. Whoosh! The imposing pressures of both men collided in an instant—one filled with Sword Dao’s sharpness, the other with Spear Technique’s heaviness. A miniature light wave silently spread from the center of their clash. "Kill!" Zhao Wuhai’s eyes widened, the black long spear in his hand resembling a dragon diving into the sea, piercing through layers of wind waves. Sparks burst from the black point on the spear tip as it shot towards Chu Ming. Zhao Wuhai’s spear moved extremely fast, yet to the surrounding crowd, it seemed incredibly slow, as if slowed down countless times, with silent ripples dissipating in the air. Whoosh! Gusts of wind shot around, blowing Chu Ming’s black hair upright. His gaze turned steely as he gripped the sword with his right hand, stepping forward and slashing the Blue Red Sword fiercely, the golden sword light roaring like a dragon crashing through the air. Clang! The tip of Chu Ming’s sword collided with Zhao Wuhai’s spear head, producing a sharp metallic sound. Sparks flew from the point of impact, like a shower of fire raining down. Whizz whizz whizz! At this moment, Zhao Wuhai’s steps changed, he suddenly kicked with his front foot. Fiery red spiritual power emerged from his foot, kicking fiercely at Chu Ming’s chest, causing the air between them to explode. Buzz! Chu Ming’s sword edge changed, it surged upward against the force. Whirling gusts of wind swept up, but could not escape the storm. Boom! The Blue Red Sword collided with Zhao Wuhai’s right foot, another gust of wind swept through, a huge force was transmitted, and both men simultaneously retreated five steps back, neither gaining the upper hand. "How is that possible?!" Hu Long’s smile slowly froze on his face within the Hu Family’s camp. In his imagination, Zhao Wuhai should have won decisively, but now, judging by the situation on the field, it’s still unknown who will win! "Good, good, good!" In the Lin Family’s camp, they were celebrating. Lin Qingxuan repeated the word "good" three times excitedly, showing how thrilled he was, while the others whispered among themselves, commenting on the situation on the field. "Hmph, this is just the beginning!" Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lin Qing sneered as he looked at Chu Ming. Those who hadn’t seen Zhao Wuhai fight couldn’t imagine his power, which was suffocating. To Lin Qing, Chu Ming was no match for Zhao Wuhai. "You are worthy of my full strength!" Steadying himself, Zhao Wuhai’s face turned serious. Holding the black long spear firmly, he readied it against his back, gathering his spear momentum, but not releasing his fury. "If you don’t use your full strength, you’ll lose terribly!" Chu Ming said quietly, his body splitting into eight silhouettes, each casting shadows over Zhao Wuhai, while a red spiritual flower blossomed in each phantom’s hand. "Blood Sea Burial Flower!" Whizz whizz whizz! The eight spiritual flowers were eerily beautiful, their aura of death slowly flowing. The ground weeds withered in an instant from the spread of the death aura, turning into dry straw. Flower within flower, eight blood-red spiritual flowers surged in the wind, trapping Zhao Wuhai within them. The Slaughter Realm permeated, causing the blood-red petals to quickly close, their Qi force like sharp blades stabbing towards Zhao Wuhai. Feeling the slaughtering aura from the eight blood-red flowers, a hint of gravity flashed in Zhao Wuhai’s eyes. To his perception, the petals weren’t petals but a mountain pressing towards him, incredibly fierce. "Break the Spear’s Wheel!" Whoosh! Zhao Wuhai lightly stepped, boundless spiritual power erupted from his Dantian, transforming into tiny spear shadows, finally converging above his head into a dozen-zhang long spear phantom, with lifelike Black Dragon patterns. Boom! The long spear phantom, mixed with thunderous force, shattered layers of Qi waves, directly bombarding the blood-red flowers. The space trembled; this blow would be deadly to any ordinary Seventh Layer True Dao martial artist. Boom! The spear shadow violently struck the blood-red petals, causing rippling waves to spread. Simultaneously, a subtle crack formed from the middle of the petals. Whoosh! One blood-red flower shattered, seemingly causing a chain reaction. The spear shadow shattered seven blood-red petals in succession before slowly fading. Only the last blood-red flower slowly gathered, its murderous aura exceedingly heavy. Zhao Wuhai’s eyes narrowed, extending his left hand and thumb. Two spear forces shot from his fingertips, aiming to shatter the last blood-red petal. Whoosh! As the two spear forces flew, the last blood-red petal shattered. However, at the moment of the petal’s dispersal, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in Zhao Wuhai’s heart, causing his skin to nearly explode! Whoosh! No time to think, Zhao Wuhai instinctively bent backward, planting his feet firmly on the ground to retreat. Despite this, he was still a step too slow; a faint sword light, like a star in the night sky, suddenly appeared before his eyes. Whoosh... His chest ached, a stream of blood splashed from Zhao Wuhai’s chest, with barely noticeable blood slowly leaking out, extremely perilous. Even the Hu Family members present felt a cold sweat for Zhao Wuhai. "This man’s strength is at least among the top seven of Black Dragon City’s younger generation!" Hu Long was profoundly unsettled inside. He also silently guessed Chu Ming’s background, unable to believe that such a powerful martial artist had no significant backing. "Zhao Wuhai actually got hurt?" Lin Qing’s face went dull, filled with disbelief. He pinched himself hard, seemingly not trusting this fact. Even the Seven Star Sword Sect’s Pursuit Prince only matched Zhao Wuhai’s strength. If Chu Ming was evenly matched with Zhao Wuhai, his earlier thought of having the Pursuit Prince deal with Chu Ming was utterly debunked. "Damn it!" At this moment, Zhao Wuhai’s face was awash with embarrassment, his black clothes split open from the middle, blood stains intertwined. Yet Chu Ming knew, although Zhao Wuhai looked disheveled, his injuries were almost superficial.

Chapter 212, The Phantom of the Gun

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