Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

Killing is forbidden at War Dragon Academy?

Ye Tianling refused to believe that.

’If someone gets killed in a challenge, it just means their skills were inferior. They deserved to die!’

Ye Tianling hadn’t made a move until now, not because he was unwilling, but because he lacked an opportunity.

Now that an opportunity to make an example of someone had presented itself, he certainly wasn’t going to miss it!

"Oh? What, are you trying to threaten me? Who the hell do you think you are? If you hadn’t used such shameless methods to take over the Imperial View Pavilion, did you really think I’d challenge a piece of trash like you?!"

Jiang Heng’s voice rang out again.

"Tell me where we fight! And how!"

Ye Tianling wasted no more words.

This battle was now unavoidable.

As for facing the Sword Tribulation Realm... if Ye Tianling had any doubts before, then after fully integrating with his physical body, slaying countless Yin Spirits, and gathering a hundred Battle Power Dao Patterns, he was now one hundred percent certain of victory.

That’s right—one hundred percent.

The Sword Tribulation Second Refining Realm was indeed powerful. The strength it represented far surpassed that of the Tribulation Realm Divine Sons and Divine Ladies from the Soul Burial Starry Sky.

But Ye Tianling had mastered the Celestial Dao Rule Domain and the Time Law.

Although both his Celestial Dao Rule Domain and Time Law were faint, when combined with his undiminished Nine Forbidden Battle Power and his ability to unleash four and a half times his normal combat strength, killing Jiang Heng would be as easy as crushing an ant!

"The War Dragon Warfield. The Void Floating Platform. The Celestial Platform!"

Came Jiang Heng’s cold reply.

"Fine!"

Ye Tianling replied nonchalantly, then sensed the information from Jiang Heng’s Soul Mark and immediately blocked it.

Ye Tianling then entered the Imperial View Pavilion and took a careful look around.

The cultivation resources associated with his decree for the month had already been delivered. A dedicated servant presented him with a Qiankun Ring filled with them.

Ye Tianling opened the Qiankun Ring. Inside was a set of Spirit Level Upper Grade Armor and a jet-black Spirit Level Upper Grade longsword.

With a thought, Ye Tianling used the Blood Sacrifice Technique to refine the armor and put it on.

’Nether Spirit Armor? Youluo Spirit Sword? They even have Dao Patterns that enhance each other? I guess they’ll do.’

He examined them for a moment but decided against using the Youluo Spirit Sword.

As for the Nether Spirit Armor, he wouldn’t have given it a second glance either, if not for the fact that his Tianshu Myriad Paths Imperial Qilin Armor would easily expose his identity as "Tianshu."

Since he had no other armor at the moment, he had to make do with this one.

’Top Grade Spirit Crystals? Battle Soul Pills? Items for Condensing Bloodline Power? And a Divine Level Celestial Feather Battle Soul? It’s actually this? I guess the resources are passable.’

Ye Tianling gave the resources a cursory glance. He was truly unimpressed.

"They’re yours."

Ye Tianling tossed the Qiankun Ring to Yuan Haoning.

Yuan Haoning was stunned. "What are you giving these to me for? And why did you accept that challenge? Don’t you know how many people are just waiting to see you make a fool of yourself?! What you should be doing is stalling for as much time as possible. You need to use that time to refine the Battle Soul Pills, integrate the Divine Level Battle Soul, and increase your Battle Power."

Yuan Haoning’s voice was cold.

But under normal circumstances, everything she suggested was indeed the most logical course of action.

But that didn’t apply to Ye Tianling.

"There’s no need. Come on, follow me to the War Dragon Warfield," Ye Tianling said calmly.

"I’ve noticed you’re heavily influenced by Tianshu. But he has the strength to back it up. What about you? Your decree has powerful defensive capabilities, sure, but how many times can it save you? Ten? A hundred?"

When Ye Tianling ignored her, Yuan Haoning grew even angrier.

"I’ll transmit the Gathering Technique for Battle Power Dao Patterns to you now. After that, you’re free to go!"

As he spoke, Ye Tianling gathered his Soul Power, manifested the Power of Space-Time Law, and activated his Essence Blood Power, sending it all surging toward Yuan Haoning.

Yuan Haoning’s figure flashed as she dodged the wave of Ye Tianling’s power.

"What are you doing!" Yuan Haoning snapped.

"What am I doing? Don’t you know? I told you not to judge me by your own standards! Do you think I’m an idiot? That I’m stupidly waiting to be killed? Do you find that amusing?"

Ye Tianling’s gaze was ice-cold. That frigid look sent a sharp pang through Yuan Haoning’s heart.

She took a deep breath, her emotions slowly settling.

"If I wounded your pride, I apologize."

Yuan Haoning sighed, her expression growing even more somber.

At that moment, she was suddenly overcome with disappointment.

Or perhaps, she didn’t even know where to find hope anymore.

"You don’t need to apologize. Just watch how I kill Jiang Heng! Do you think my Battle Power is low? Anyone who can gather a hundred Battle Power Dao Patterns is no weakling."

With that, Ye Tianling paid her no more mind.

He had thought her perspective was shallow.

But he was discovering that the cultivators of this world—from the Sword Ancestor on high to people like Yuan Haoning—all had a completely rigid mindset. It seemed they simply couldn’t imagine how a Void Realm cultivator could possibly stand against a Tribulation Realm cultivator.

The barrier between Great Realms was unbreakable. This was a fixed concept for them, an iron law. They had never even considered that someone might possess the ability to shatter it.

Far from being impressed by Ye Tianling’s confidence, Yuan Haoning simply thought he was being delusional.

’Sigh, he hasn’t really recovered, has he? He’s still so presumptuous, delusional, and self-important. A Void Realm Seven Transformation Realm cultivator wants to fight Jiang Heng, a Profounder Level genius at the Sword Tribulation Second Refining Realm? With that kind of strength? He wants to *kill* Jiang Heng?’

Yuan Haoning gave a self-mocking smile. Even so, she silently followed him.

...

"Did that idiot agree?"

Celestial Language Pavilion.

Wei Yin asked softly, standing beside Jiang Heng.

A playful, mocking glint appeared in her eyes.

Her tone was full of amusement.

"Of course that idiot agreed. Heh. An ant trying to shake a great tree—it’s laughably arrogant. To think a piece of trash like that would dare to threaten me. He really thinks he’s hot stuff!"

Jiang Heng sneered, killing intent flaring in his eyes.

"Neither Master Qian Ye nor the Mansion Master has made a move against him, so they’re clearly wary of that Dragon Race Decree. If you attack, Master Qian Ye might just intervene to save his life. And if you were to ’accidentally’ kill him... I’m afraid the ensuing trouble won’t be easy to smooth over."

Wei Yin frowned slightly, having clearly considered this.

"Heh, with an idiot like him, all I have to do is provoke him into a life-or-death match. Master Qian Ye wouldn’t dare interfere with that, would he? With his intelligence, a single taunt is all it takes to make him fall for it. All I need is the right to the Imperial View Pavilion. My challenge has been issued, and if we wait until next month, that provides a buffer period. By then, the entry slots for the Taiyin Ancient Tomb will be announced.

As the master of the Imperial View Pavilion, I’ll have the very first slot."

Jiang Heng could already picture the wonderful scene a month from now.