Artifact Spirit and the Heavenly Lord Contest

"Could that huge thing underneath be the Boundless Divine Weapon? An unfinished Boundless Divine Weapon?"

Sensing that the enormous flying sword beneath the Divine Palace had quietly absorbed what seemed to be the life essence of the people who had died, Wang Zhifan found himself entertaining this rather absurd idea.

His senses were extraordinarily sharp, yet he had found no trace of the so-called Boundless Divine Weapon inside the Divine Palace. Perhaps that was because it was not inside the palace at all—and had not truly come into being yet.

"Put the supposed divine weapon right in front of everyone, and they'll assume it's just there to support the Divine Palace. Brilliant... But now you've given yourself away!"

In an instant, Wang Zhifan tore through space and appeared outside the Divine Palace. Ignoring the flood of weapons surging toward him to grind him to pieces, he drew the Azure Emperor Saber for the first time in this instance and brought it down without hesitation.

The strike seemed to raise scarcely a ripple of saber light, yet the connection between the Boundless Divine Palace and the enormous flying sword loosened at once. As though something were wrenching them in opposite directions, they rapidly pulled apart.

The Boundless Divine Palace began to fall. As it descended, however, every weapon that had been trying to kill Wang Zhifan swept beneath it, assembling into a platform that matched its size and held it steady.

Freed from the palace's weight, the enormous flying sword rapidly shrank as its speed increased a hundredfold. Then, without warning, it shot toward the only being outside the palace: Wang Zhifan.

"Heh... I knew you'd repay a favor like this."

The ambush did not surprise Wang Zhifan. He raised the Azure Emperor Saber and struck almost casually, sending the flying