Transcending the Nine Heavens

Both sides moved slowly towards each other, their momentum heavy and oppressive. This was in stark contrast to the ferocity at the beginning of the battle of the throne.

If it weren't for the heavy murderous intent evident on everyone's faces, one might think this was just a group of old friends meeting up.

Mo Lei Er was tightly gripping Dong Wushang's arm, her eyes fixed on the arena, breath coming in quick gasps.

Dong Wushang glanced at her in confusion. What was going on with this girl? Wasn’t she usually bold and fearless in love?

Why was she so nervous today?

Dong Wushang felt somewhat uneasy being embraced by a young girl in such a public setting. After struggling a bit, seeing how tightly Mo Lei Er was clinging to him, and noticing her complete lack of awareness, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy, so he stopped resisting. Slowly, he extended his hand to rest gently on the back of Mo Lei Er's hand, offering a comforting squeeze.

Before Mo Lei Er could respond, Dong Wushang had already retracted his hand, his face flushed, and his heart racing unexpectedly.

This was a simple gesture that every man could easily perform, but for Dong Wushang, it held a completely different significance. Heaven knows the courage he needed to hold a young girl’s hand in front of everyone.

Mo Lei Er stared blankly at the back of her hand, seeming to still feel the warmth left behind by Dong Wushang. Her heart warmed, reassured.

Quietly, she lifted her gaze to look at Dong Wushang, who was broad-shouldered and strong, like a mountain, seemingly sheltering her under a vast, solid sky, completely shielding her from the storms of the world!

In that instant, she felt a sense of security and was no longer as afraid. She couldn’t help but lean gently against his chest, feeling calm at that moment, free from panic and worry—only the blessing for her father remained.

He can do it!

He will definitely succeed!

A chilling, eerie laugh echoed from the ranks of the opposing Imperial Throne, as the Dark Demon rasped, “Strike!”

At the same time, a solitary sword intent inexplicably filled the air, and the thunderous sound of wind and snow in the sky suddenly erupted into a massive ‘clang’!

Everyone present felt a jolt in their hearts.

From the lord-level experts and below, the swords at everyone’s waists automatically unsheathed simultaneously, gleaming coldly!

A sword energy, surpassing the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, appeared in the sky, proclaiming itself to be the ruler of the world!

The sword light flickered, unperturbed and solitary, sweeping across the vast sky and earth. In the blink of an eye, a five-rank Imperial Throne on the opposite side was silently bisected.

His advancing step suddenly froze, his upper body slowly leaning forward, crashing to the ground.

His feet, however, remained rooted in the snow, as if anchored in place!

Before he could even let out a scream, he had already met his demise in the Yellow Springs. The realm of the Imperial Throne had yet to rise.

Immediately after, a figure in black appeared before the opposing camp with an air of cold loneliness. Gu Duxing's expression was impassive, his face like ice and snow, eyes like frozen glaciers, his body like cold ice, and his sword like the Black Dragon, soaring through the icy and snowy desolation!

The black dragon sword emitted a sharp sword cry, ready to wreak havoc across the world!

At this moment!

Tian Buhui shouted in his heart: “Good opportunity!”

Gu Duxing had already taken to the field alone!

All the Imperial Thrones looked on with fierce glints in their eyes at the sword emperor bearing the name of the god of death, searching for his victims! There was trepidation, fear, and murderous intent!

“Good opportunity!” the Dark Demon shrieked: “Kill!”

Tian Buhui excitedly slapped his thigh, making a loud sound.

But soon after, Tian Buhui's mouth fell open in disbelief as he watched everything unfold, as if he had been completely frozen in shock, unable to move!