A holy king who broke through to the Fifth Epoch in three thousand years is considered a genius no matter which continent he is on.
No wonder Shen Fang was so arrogant and refused to kneel down when he saw the Holy Emperor.
Of course, Shen Fang's biggest source of pride is that he also has a Holy Emperor behind him.
"I heard Master Wujiang say that Master Evil Emperor, you are also several thousand years old, but you have cultivated the body of the Holy Emperor."
"As far as I know, since ancient times in our universe, no one has been able to break through the Holy Emperor within ten thousand years."
"I consider myself to be the number one genius of the Wanshou Sect. It will take me two to thirty thousand years to break through to the Holy Emperor."
"So after I heard about your age, Mr. Evil Emperor, I was thinking, how can the gap between people be so big?"
When Shen Fang finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion around him.
Rumors about the emergence of a young Holy Emperor in Zhongyuan Continent have spread throughout the Shengtian Sect and major sects, and almost no one believes that the rumors are true.
Shen Fang was obviously the same, and he didn't believe anything between the lines.
Only Xia Qingyan remained silent and did not participate in the discussion. Her long eyelashes blinked, not knowing what she was thinking.
Shen Fang continued: "Master Evil Emperor, I dare to ask you to lower your level to spar with me. My kendo has been cultivated to the point where everything can be used as a sword. If you can break my kendo..." "Senior Brother Shen, you There is no chance of winning, so don’t make the Evil Emperor angry."
Xia Qingyan suddenly spoke. She was quite cold and dignified in front of everyone.
Shen Fang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Junior Sister Xia Qingyan, how about we take a gamble?
If I win the competition, you can give me the Xingzhi Jade you wear around your waist."
Hearing what Shen Fang said, the faces of the monks present became a little strange.
They finally figured out that Shen Fang seemed to be interested in Xia Qingyan.
Xia Qingyan showed great admiration for Chen Xuan just now, and Shen Fang wanted to take the opportunity to show his courage and strength in front of Xia Qingyan.
If a Holy King defeats a Holy Emperor in a sparring match, the Holy King will immediately become famous all over the world and be blessed with endless glory.
Shen Fang is very good at calculating. He believes that as long as Chen Xuan lowers his level, he will never be able to defeat him in the way of swordsmanship.
Xia Qingyan did not agree to Shen Fang's bet, but looked at Chen Xuan.
The girl understands the importance of dignity and inferiority and does not overstep her bounds. Everything depends on Chen Xuan's attitude.
"Since you want to humiliate yourself, for the sake of the Boundless Saint Emperor, this Evil Emperor can help you."
The corner of Chen Xuan's mouth flashed with a hint of joking. He didn't mind having a little fun before the war broke out.
Next, under everyone's incredulous gaze, Chen Xuan lowered his cultivation level to the level of Saint King of the First Age.
"Lord Evil Emperor, you don't have to..." Shen Fang didn't expect Chen Xuan to suppress his realm so low.
"If I were to fall to the same level as you, I would be afraid that I would accidentally kill you."
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Shen Fang once again felt despised, or humiliated! And all the monks and disciples around him were shocked by Chen Xuan's words.
How arrogant is this?
With the cultivation level of the Saint King of the First Age, no one could believe that Chen Xuan could win the competition against Shen Fang, who was at the level of the Saint King of the Fifth Age.
Only Xia Qingyan pursed her tender lips, as if trying to hold back a smile.
Noticing this, Shen Fang couldn't help but become even more angry. He waved his right hand sideways and chanted in a low voice: "Listen to the sword's chant!"
Suddenly, there were bursts of strange sword chants between heaven and earth, from far to near, as if there were thousands of invisible sword cultivators dancing swords.
Everyone looked up to the sky in amazement, and saw countless swaying sword lights at the top of the sky, galloping back and forth for 30,000 miles, majestic, ever-changing, and endlessly mysterious.
"Lord Evil Emperor, how about my method of using the Great Dao of the Heavens as a sword?
Can I get into your eyes?"
Shen Fang proudly spoke and guided the sword chanting and sword dance to become more and more prosperous. The sword light shone in the sky, as if ten thousand long swords were being summoned by Shen Fang at any time.
The geniuses from all sects were all amazed, with only admiration in their eyes.
This kind of swordsmanship is hard to find in the world. I am afraid that the immortals from heaven who come to the world will only be so majestic.
Shen Fang took a special look at Xia Qingyan and found that Xia Qingyan had the same expressionless face as Chen Xuan and did not feel shocked at all.
"Look at the sword!"
Shen Fang's sword finger suddenly raised, pulling countless long swords like the wind of the Milky Way, a huge waterfall hanging, the mighty sword light enveloped the heaven and earth, and swept towards Chen Xuan.
At this time, Shen Fang was not worried about Chen Xuan suddenly regaining his Holy Emperor cultivation, because that would mean Chen Xuan lost.
And Chen Xuan, who had lowered his cultivation to the level of a First-Era Saint King, would definitely not be able to withstand his sword.
However, the next moment, a scene appeared that almost collapsed Shen Fang.
I saw Chen Xuan with one hand behind his back, and he only used one hand to make a light stroke. He did not see any sword shadow, only freehand brushstrokes, but he instantly killed the sword intention of the sky that evolved from the avenue of the heavens. Thousands of miles of sword light broke apart and dissipated like cirrus clouds, disappearing into ashes in the blink of an eye.
At this time, even the Qingxuan Continent, hundreds of millions of miles away, could see the spectacular phenomenon of the clouds in the sky being torn apart.
The disciples of all sects who witnessed this sword were all stunned, their mouths opened wide, and they could not recover for a long time.
The word "impossible" was written all over Shen Fang's face, his eyes widened, unable to accept the facts at all.
Xia Qingyan looked at Chen Xuan with an extra sparkle in her eyes.
It wasn't until Shen Fang let out a scream that everyone came back to their senses.
"Evil Emperor, how can you use the big to bully the small and hurt my origin?"
Shen Fang felt that there was a crack in his Taoist heart, and he was shocked and angry.
"This is just a small price to pay for provoking this evil emperor."
