Chapter 1000: The World-Sundering Sword
The Red-Crowned Crane King's opponent was a hulking giant from the bear race, a titanic figure that towered over his opponent at seven meters in height, with thick dark-golden fur and a bright golden V-shaped pattern on his chest. His body radiated an intense bloodline aura that made the very air around it grow denser.
Before the battle began, earth-attribute experts from the Ancestral Court had already leveled the battlefield. Even with defensive arrays built into the platform, the destructive power of Great Demon Kings was too much; the previous fight had left serious marks.
"Prepare!" came the crisp and melodic voice of the Rainbowglaze Nymph Emperor.
The aura of both fighters instantly surged.
The Golden Bear King spread his arms wide, and his already-massive body swelled further, growing to more than fifteen meters in height. A fierce golden flame of life energy erupted from within him, and golden light blasted out of his eyes. The atmosphere on his side of the platform seemed to compress from the density of his power.
In contrast, the Red-Crowned Crane King released no wild aura. Instead, sword intent rose skyward, razor-sharp and unshakably upright. Though he was by far smaller in stature compared to the Golden Bear King, the crane now felt monumental, as if heaven and earth had aligned behind him.
As he sat in his VIP pavilion, Tang San narrowed his eyes. He recalled that this Red-Crowned Crane was one of the top-seeded contestants, likely ranked fifth or sixth. He was considered one of the most serious contenders for the throne.
Even the placement of the crane demon's VIP pavilion, in a better position than the Golden Mammoth Ning Chen'en's pavilion, said a lot. After all, the Sword Saint Demon Emperor was ranked lower than the Golden Mammoth Emperor, yet his clansman placed ahead of the latter's designated successor. That alone spoke volumes about the Red-Crowned Crane King's power.
Given how Tang San had once guided the Sword Saint Demon Emperor, he could sense that the Red-Crowned Crane King must have inherited some true essence of swordsmanship, the kind that could elevate one to greatness.
The Golden Bear King's aura was blazing hot, his blood energy like fire lighting the sky. But the true experts watching knew the truth: this match was already decided. The crane was a first-tier bloodline, a seeded favorite; the bear, a virtual unknown. At the level of Great Demon Kings, luck played no role, apart from deciding who faced whom. Every contestant here was the pinnacle of their clan's bloodline power and cultivation resources, and lower-tier clans could only go so far.