If the Sword Demon Were Here!

A golden number suddenly appeared on the gate of the Divine Tomb.

Nine.

Though the writing was ancient, it should have come from the primordial era.

Yet an old monster of the Blue Moon Clan still recognized it.

"The Tomb of the Wind Lord is opening for the first time. It can admit nine Heavenly Prodigy Rank holders. Great Xia savages, begin fighting for the slots!" An old monster wreathed in phantoms of the Blue Moon spoke, his attitude exceedingly arrogant as he called Great Xia cultivators savages.

The other Blue Moon Clan members were equally overbearing and arrogant. In their eyes, the land of Great Xia was barren, nothing more than a lowly barbaric wasteland.

"Shut your mouths, you blue-haired bastards!"

"In a moment, we'll show you Great Xia's Divine Might!"

The Great Xia cultivators refused to take it lying down and fired back.

"Enough nonsense. Come fight! Who will be the first to come die?" A tall youth with blue hair cascading over his shoulders stepped forward. He was handsome, with golden eyes and blue pupils, the Blue Moon Clan's designated first seed.

Though the Divine Treasure would continuously open more slots, the advantage of moving first was crucial.

Whoever entered first would have the chance to obtain the opportunity first.

Thus, the first Blue Moon Clan member to step out was also their strongest cultivator under twenty years old, a Half-King Realm expert.

His aura was cold and imposing, like that of an immortal youth. Blue runes flowed across his body, while Blue Moons endlessly rose and vanished in his eyes. At every moment, he remained connected to the Moon God.

The arena instantly fell silent.

Only eighteen years old, yet already in the Half-King Realm.

And a Half-King Realm expert from the Blue Moon Clan at