Emperor Sword Art!

The higher Fu Yuan climbed, the fewer types of sword intent there were, and the fiercer the Sword Qi grew. Each sword intent was incomparably powerful and possessed a domain of its own.

Fu Yuan stopped again and again, his Double Pupils opening and closing as he reached out with both hands to grasp the formless, intangible sword intent and experience the matchless Sword Qi.

"The Five Elements Sword Intent truly is extraordinary." Fu Yuan stayed there for a long time, contemplating not only the sword intent itself, but also the intent of the five elements.

His comprehension was so extraordinary that, in just half a day, five different intents emerged from him: the killing force of metal, the weight of earth, the vitality of wood, the savagery of fire, and the gentleness of water. In the end, they intertwined, the five elements generating one another as one.

Fu Yuan continued upward, stopping along the way to contemplate all kinds of extraordinary sword intents. Near the summit, he encountered a cultivator in green robes, whose body erupted with a vast sword intent that contended with the sword intent of Sword Heart Mountain.

The character for "sword" was inscribed on the chest of his robe. The sword intent it contained was of such a high level that even Fu Yuan, with his Double Pupils, was astonished.

Sensing Fu Yuan's gaze, the cross-legged sword cultivator opened his eyes. In an instant, sword intent stirred and surged from them, bearing a matchless killing intent as he looked over.

Such was a sword cultivator, decisive in killing. There was no need for a grudge; a mere glance was enough for him to strike without hesitation.

He was tremendously powerful. His every movement and every glance held matchless sword intent and astonishing killing power. He was unquestionably a Saint Son-level sword cultivator.

Fu Yuan's gaze was like lightning. Golden light flowed through his eyes, transforming into a bolt of thunder that blasted forward with overwhelming force.

Their gazes met, and thunder and sword intent clashed violently in the void. The thunder overwhelmed the sword intent and sped onward, seeking to suppress its opponent.

What was an emperor's son? One who had cultivated every aspect to its strongest. Any art in his hands could unleash astonishing power, and a single glance could instantly kill cultivators of the same realm.

Wu Qi formed a sword with two fingers of his right hand and slashed. Sword Qi surged across the sky, a killing intent billowing as it shattered the thunder and struck toward Fu Yuan.

"The One Sword Sect? The Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Or a disciple of the Sword Emperor Hall?" Fu Yuan was inexplicably calm. The five sword intents of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth gathered, and the Five Elements Sword Intent surged through the void.

The three strongest sword dao sects he had mentioned had all produced emperors and sovereigns.

The two sword intents clashed in the air, filling the sky with killing intent. Wu Qi rose from his cross-legged position, his gaze shifting slightly. An opponent who cultivated the Five Elements Sword Intent was a rare find.

"Wu Qi of the Sword Tomb!" Wu Qi called out. His destruction Sword Qi surged even more fiercely, slashing toward Fu Yuan.

"Wu Qi, it seems the Sword Tomb's inheritors of this generation are very powerful, if someone like you can only rank seventh." Fu Yuan was slightly surprised. This lineage was exceptionally extraordinary. It had never produced an emperor, yet its sword dao and sword techniques were no weaker than those of an emperor's orthodox lineage. It was one of the most renowned holy lands in the Sword World.

The inheritors of each generation were ranked according to the strength of their sword dao. This lineage's cultivation method resembled raising gu, and the one who survived to the end chose his own name.

It was a pitiful lineage. Children as young as three months old were sent into the Sword Tomb to be chosen by spirit swords. If selected, they would cultivate in the Sword Tomb for five years, left to live or die on their own. The death rate was astonishingly high.

Fu Yuan's battle intent vanished in an instant. He reached out with a large hand and made a grasping motion, effortlessly dispersing the surging destruction sword intent.

When inheritors of the Sword Tomb fought, they staked their lives and would not rest until one side was dead. That was not what Fu Yuan wanted.

"I have long admired the Sword Tomb's great name," Fu Yuan said. After breaking the sword intent with his body, he dispersed the Five Elements Sword Intent and restrained his presence.

Wu Qi's gaze shifted slightly. Both exchanges had shown how extraordinary his opponent was, and Fu Yuan was not a pure sword cultivator, nor did he want to fight. After a brief moment of contemplation, Wu Qi sat down cross-legged and continued cultivating.

Fu Yuan continued climbing. Matchless sword intent filled the entire summit, leaving no room for any other sword intent. It was truly tyrannical.

It was like a sovereign of the sword dao, seated at the peak and looking down upon all living beings.

What was tyranny? To allow no one else before you, to reign supreme alone.

[Ding! Check-in at the summit of Sword Heart Mountain successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining an eight-star reward: Emperor Sword Art!]

As the system's ethereal voice rang out, Fu Yuan seemed to see a being wielding a sword against the heavens. With one stroke, ten thousand swords bowed their heads, and the eternal blue heavens lay within that single stroke.

With a thought from Fu Yuan, a golden sword light appeared. Its sword intent was vast and majestic, like an emperor among swords.

The tyrannical sword intent filling the sky was enraged by Fu Yuan's sword art. Another sovereign had appeared in a sovereign's territory, and it swept toward Fu Yuan to kill him.

The golden sword light bloomed, and imperial sword intent slashed down, protecting Fu Yuan's body.

The two supreme sword intents clashed again and again. Explosions rang through the void, their force terrifying.

As the tyrannical sword intent collided with the Emperor Sword Art, the ten thousand sword intents on Sword Heart Mountain trembled incessantly, emitting a humming sword cry.

The two immense sword intents startled Wu Qi out of his cross-legged cultivation. He looked toward the summit, his eyes full of shock and doubt. He had misjudged Fu Yuan just now. How majestic that man's sword intent was! Compared with it, his own sword intent was merely a pebble on a mountain, a lone boat in the vast ocean-not worth mentioning.

"An emperor's son of the sword!" Even Wu Qi's voice trembled slightly. "The emperor's son of the Sword Emperor Hall?"

That sword intent was far too majestic. The moment it appeared, the ten thousand sword intents on Sword Heart Mountain lost their luster, like ministers bowing before an emperor. It matched the legendary figure from the Sword Emperor Hall perfectly.

A monster who had comprehended sovereign sword intent, born with sword bones and two sword hearts: the Sword Emperor Hall's current emperor's son, who bore the name Wushuang-Jian Wushuang.

The World Road, at the gateway to the tenth trial.

The golden crow wailed, the nine-colored great sun was shattered, and the phenomenon of a great sun spanning the sky had dimmed. Huo Lingxiao coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, his body cut open by the sword intent filling the sky. A large swath of flesh had been sliced from his right shoulder, exposing ghastly white bone.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Huo Lingxiao roared. He drove his Sun Holy Body to its limit, and with a wave of his hand, it was as though a great sun pressed down. Even the void burned, white smoke billowing.

But it was useless. His opponent was a true young supreme, one who had emerged nine times and remained undefeated for nine generations. He could be called the Nine-Crowned King: Dugu Baitian, who had once fought an emperor, who had been one step away from a fully developed Chaos Physique and a hair's breadth from the dao fruit of an emperor, yet had given it up.

Without using spirit, awakening his bloodline, or employing his matchless techniques and arts, he had completely suppressed a Sun Holy Body with a wave of his hand, leaving him without the slightest power to resist.

"Spirit Fire Pearl!" The battle was entirely one-sided, the gap absurdly vast. For the first time, Huo Lingxiao felt despair. He possessed the Sun Holy Body, and from birth, the venerable elders of the Radiance Hall had held great expectations for him, believing he would sweep through an entire age like the Holy Bodies of ancient history.

This was among the strongest kinds of Holy Body and had suffered few defeats. He had great ambitions: to reign supreme on the World Road, defeat all his peers, and forge an invincible path.

Yet he had encountered such an opponent just after entering the tenth trial, and his dao heart was on the verge of being shattered.

A fiery red pearl appeared, and terrifying flames spread out in an instant. It was a replica of the supreme holy weapon, the Fire Spirit Pearl, capable of increasing his combat power severalfold for a short time.

It was unbearably stifling. His opponent was absurdly powerful, as though an ancient Great Emperor had descended upon him, with mastery and killing power honed to the extreme. Huo Lingxiao possessed the Sun Holy Body and considered himself inferior to no one.

Like an old man toying with a mischievous child, Dugu Baitian had never regarded him as an opponent.

Spirit fire enveloped Huo Lingxiao's body, and his horrific injuries healed in an instant, like a phoenix undergoing Nirvana.

Having used the spirit treasure, Huo Lingxiao was incomparably powerful. With every gesture, raging flames burned the sky. Yet Dugu Baitian remained calm throughout, calmly watching his opponent and waiting for him to return to his peak.

A white-robed figure walked out of the gateway, robes fluttering and double pupils opening and closing. The third emperor's son had reached the tenth trial.

The Double Pupils bearer, Su He!