Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 113 The Secret of the Dragon Seal _1

In the grand scheme of the Conference of Dao, Sunn Lanyu and Mingquan Turtle Minister were merely brief interludes.

As the corpse of Mingquan Turtle Minister sank into the bottom of the river, and Gong Buyu announced he was representing the Falling Clouds Sect to monitor the Conference of Dao, the Conference truly commenced.

The Conference of Dao was never intended for individuals or the struggle for power among elite cultivators.

No matter how brilliant Gong Buyu and all the other prodigies were, they were not the true core of the conference.

The Conference of Dao was a platform for every small sect. Every sect had the right to step onto the contention stage of the Conference to fight fairly for their own interests.

Xuan Kong, holding a magical artifact longsword, stood on a huge platform in the middle of the river. Opposite him was a man who seemed to be in his early thirties, the current head of the Multifarious Spirits Faction, and a cultivator at the early stage of Qi Transformation.

Xuan Kong’s aura was imposing. Although his magic treasure longsword had sunk into the river during the previous battle on the ship, he showed no fear at all when facing the head of the Multifarious Spirits Faction who was at the same cultivation level.

On the contrary, the head of the Multifarious Spirits Faction has a grim face with his palm, that held the magical treasure broken sword, slightly trembling.

Although his talent was on par with Xuan Kong, and he even had the advantage of wielding a broken magic treasure sword, he had seldom fought with others till now. Even the few spells he knew were mostly illusion spells, used to deceive mortals.

He had managed to elevate the Multifarious Spirits Faction to its current position solely by courting several high-ranking officials in Yun Provincial Government. In terms of strength, he was far inferior to Xuan Kong, who had experienced real combat.

The head of the Multifarious Spirits Faction had initially not intended to participate in this Conference of Dao; he knew very well that Xuan Kong, who had escaped from Xuanming View, would definitely be attending.

If he chose to participate, it would essentially mean acknowledging a showdown with Xuan Kong on the stage to determine the winner.

However, he had already pledged allegiance to several high-ranking officials in the Yun Provincial Government, effectively aligning himself with the sects on the side of the Great Xia’s Imperial Court, and thus didn’t have the option of refusing to participate.

Moreover, he slightly hoped that because he had pledged loyalty to the Great Xia’s Imperial Court so early, they might take care of him during the Conference of Dao.

However, the subsequent actions of the Great Xia’s Imperial Court and Gong Buyu, who was overseeing the entire Conference had steered everything in a completely different direction.

There was no way the Great Xia’s Imperial Court would risk offending Gong Buyu just to favor the Multifarious Spirits Faction.

At this moment, the Faction’s head’s hand holding the sword trembled even more violently.

“Xuanming View’s Xuan Kong going against Multifarious Spirits Faction’s Qiao Tingyi. The victory will decide the ownership of Xuanming Mountain,”

The Black Tortoise Esteemed Emissary, floating in mid-air while holding a book, said slowly but seriously,

“The competition begins!”

As soon as his voice fell, Qiao Tingyi the head of the Multifarious Spirits Faction immediately manipulated his mana to use Cloud Mist Technique. In an instant, the majority of the platform was transformed into a cloud-filled realm.

Qiao Tingyi, holding his magical treasure broken sword, hidden in the cloud mist, was just about to locate Xuan Kong’s position when he suddenly felt a fierce sword qi sweeping towards him.

The president, fearing his soul would escape, hastily raised his magical treasure broken sword to block, unprepared, his mana not yet fully covering the broken sword. The violent collision caused his palm to ache and he almost lost grip of the magical treasure in his hand.

“You ignorant fool!”

Xuan Kong’s longsword was only a magical artifact; it had a notch from clashing with the magical treasure broken sword. But from within the cloud mist, he attacked again without any reduction in his sword momentum.

“You use the Cloud Mist Technique, but you don’t know how to hide your presence. In this cloud mist, your mana fluctuation is as visible as a torch in the night sky. Perhaps you’ve tricked those wealthy officials so much you’ve forgotten even basic knowledge of combat?”

The president, who was pushed several steps back, had a moment of realization, hastily used the Breath Concealing Technique to retreat back into the mist. But Xuan Kong’s longsword had already locked onto the President’s location.

“Clang!”

The metallic sound of the clash echoed throughout the mist once more. The Breath Concealing Technique that had just been gathered was dispersed by the sword. Xuan Kong’s merciless taunt reverberated simultaneously.

“Are you using the Breath Concealing Technique in front of your enemy, thinking me blind?”

Xuan Kong pressed step by step, while the Faction’s head could only retreat with difficulty within the mist, running desperately. Despite holding a magical treasure broken sword in his hand, he was unable to create enough distance to use his flying sword technique.

The mana stirred up and a large section of the cloud mist gateway broke open. A sharp sword Qi tore through the president’s vestment robe, and the president took the opportunity of the sword’s thrust to leap deep into the cloud mist.

The faction’s head, finally able to create some distance, was overjoyed. He then attempted to use the Sword Control Technique with the advantage of his magical treasure for a lethal strike.

Just as he was channeling his mana, he was shocked to find that he was already depleted of mana for using the Breath Concealing Technique and maintaining the large-scale Cloud Mist Technique. A cold, cracked magical treasure sword was now at his throat.

“You’ve lost.”

Xuan Kong calmly declared his victory.

Since the moment the Faction’s head used the Cloud Mist Technique, Xuan Kong had been ready to make the President exhaust his mana.

Those continuous sword swings and verbal distractions all aimed to make the Faction’s president believe that as long as he could create enough distance, he could secure a successful strike.

Actually, Xuan Kong was also prepared to use his robe to block the Sword Control Technique, only to discover that the Faction’s president, who indeed lacked combat experience, fell so easily into his trap.

Seeing the stunned Faction’s president, Xuan Kong had to admit he was quite tempted to make a lethal strike.