The flying sword trembled slightly, revealing only a flash of sword light.
Everyone present knitted their brows slightly, looking over at that half of the flying sword.
They recognized this half of the flying sword, it was once wielded by Chen Xia, its might able to shake even the Spear of Great Death Extinction of the gods.
The grade of this flying sword would be no less than a Demigod Sword, but its exact grade was unknown, they could only estimate a general grade.
In addition to this half of a flying sword, the three million flying swords behind Ma Xiaohong were also too astonishing, with their sword qi clustered together, like a vast ocean of sword qi, giving off an intimidating aura.
All of these were Chen Xia's divine abilities, yet now they were fully displayed by Ma Xiaohong.
With no sign of Chen Xia, the stars of the galaxy remained tranquil as always.
In the far distance, between the dead stars and galaxies, in the enormous blood-colored Heart Lake, amongst the cocoons, the jutting out head of Chen Xia abruptly raised its hand, its finger pointing in a direction.
This direction was where Ma Xiaohong was located.
And so the half of the immortal sword went there.
Chen Xia still maintained this posture, having a rare moment of clarity, before once again falling into deep slumber.
At this moment, the blood-colored Heart Lake quivered, its waters surging, revealing a pair of pure white pupils that flashed briefly before submerging back into the heart lake.
There is a saying in the myriad worlds that hidden dragons lie in the abyss, believing that the most powerful flood dragon species are usually hidden in the deepest parts of the galaxies, even at the intersections of the Heavenly Dao.
This matched well with the flood dragons' preference for quiet cultivation.
And the pure white pupils in the blood-colored heart lake were Chen Xia's hidden dragon.
This entire heart lake had also unknowingly become his heart lake.
He was the heavenly dragon.
The heart lake as well.
The dim galaxy remained the same as always.
Ma Xiaohong's eyes widened in shock, staring dumbly at the half immortal sword beside her, a rare hint of joy appearing on her face as she softly exclaimed:
"Chen...Chen Xia?"
There was no response.
The flying sword turned, hanging by her side, letting out a low hum towards the Little Heavenly Emperor, the sword qi crying out, containing disdain.
A immortal sword that had slain great emperors naturally had the right to look down on these so-called top heavenly prides.
The Little Heavenly Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, his left hand emitting divine radiance that he lightly placed in the void, raising his head with a faint laugh:
"I've heard of borrowing someone's power to bully others, but this is my first time seeing someone borrowing a dog's power."
Naturally, he was comparing the half of the flying sword to a "dog".
Ma Xiaohong kept her head lowered, not daring to speak. Just the one scolding shout from earlier had already used up all her courage.
"If you dare say one more word, I'll fight you to the death right here." Xu Zhen's voice suddenly turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger, not looking like he was joking at all.
The Little Heavenly Emperor was slightly startled, not responding. Although he had previously defeated Xu Zhen, it was only by one move, using a magic treasure at that. Although magic treasures were also a cultivator's own ability, overall it could not be considered completely suppressing the other.
If Xu Zhen really wanted to fight him to the death, victory or defeat would be hard to say. And even if he won, it would be at the brink of death with his future cultivation path possibly completely severed.
But the Little Heavenly Emperor would not be so easily frightened into silence by Xu Zhen's words either. He lightly chuckled and continued:
"Everyone feels that this Reversal Tribulation stage worm should not be here, it's not just me who thinks so. If you feel it's unjustified, then fight all of us."
"Besides, I wanted this Reversal Tribulation stage worm to leave for her own good. The tragedy that will occur at the ruins of the Sword Dao Great Sage is not something a Reversal Tribulation stage worm can withstand."
As the Little Heavenly Emperor spoke, his gaze glanced at the nearby Water and Fire Immortal, subtly signaling to his sworn ally that they were on the same page.
The Water and Fire Immortal nodded in agreement: "That's right, it oversteps propriety whether emotionally or rationally."
The Little Heavenly Emperor's mouth curled into a smile, "Exactly right."
But not everyone was on the Little Heavenly Emperor's side. On the contrary, if given a choice, many cultivators would rather spite the Little Heavenly Emperor. This guy was not only arrogant with his words, but his sinister backstabbing ways had killed many heavenly prides.
"What propriety, whose propriety? This Reversal Tribulation stage woman is holding the life sword of the Thunder Sword Lord, so she should be keeping the spot for the Thunder Sword Lord. I think the Thunder Sword Lord has that qualification."
The speaker was the Divine Realm Prince. His gaze looked contemptuously at the Little Heavenly Emperor.
It wasn't that he wanted to help Ma Xiaohong, mainly that he could vex the Little Heavenly Emperor. Plus he did quite admire Chen Xia.
The Divine Realm Prince had always respected the strong. Even when Xu Zhen insulted his family, the Prince did not think to make a move. This was the difference in quality between people. It really made one sigh.
"Right, if you're unwilling, and want to fight Xu Zhen to the death, then don't drag us into it. Don't worry, no matter which of you dies, I'll collect your corpse."
More words rang out, from the Little Supreme of the Supreme Realm. Rumors said he and the Divine Realm Prince had formed an alliance, though no one knew if it was true or not.
The Little Heavenly Emperor's eyes narrowed, the divine radiance on his left hand continuously flashing. With a fierce clench of his fist, he completely suppressed the flickering divine light, then smiled insincerely:
"Alright alright, since you all have no objections, then I'm naturally willing to let this Reversal Tribulation stage fellow daoist stay."
When saying the words "fellow daoist", the Little Heavenly Emperor deliberately stressed his voice, implicitly mocking.
No one bothered with him, all ignoring him. This made the Little Heavenly Emperor seem somewhat like a buffoon.
The cultivators silently waited for the Sword Dao Great Sage Ruins to open.
Xu Zhen stood at the forefront of the three, abruptly raising his hand and taking out a rope made of spiritual qi. He tied one end to his own hand and the other end securely around Ma Xiaohong's wrist, then said in a deep voice:
"This is a Dragon Binding Rope that can ensure we don't get separated. I can also promptly protect you. If you're really scared, you can close your eyes and sleep for a while first."
Sword Two glanced over from the side, seeming a bit surprised.
Using a dragon binding rope to tie a person, was this a bit...
Ma Xiaohong shook her head and softly said: "I...I can also help heal you..."
"No need." Before she could finish speaking, Xu Zhen directly shook his head, emphasizing again: "I don't need you to do anything for me. You just need to protect yourself."
"Okay..." Ma Xiaohong reflexively answered, then raised her head, seeming to want to say something more, but after a moment, only uttered a drawn out:
"Okay."
The galaxy was still dim, even the faint starlight somewhat unclear.
The heavenly prides were still waiting on their own, no longer paying attention to Ma Xiaohong. In their eyes, what threat could a Reversal Tribulation stage little cultivator pose? Just a flick of their finger could crush her.
All the heavenly prides thought this way.
Ten years later, they would all pay the price for this line of thinking.
The Sword Dao Great Sage Ruins opened in the 1390th year.
1400th year.
Chance lands on its master.
Ma Xiaohong takes first place, solely obtaining the Sword Dao fortune, holding the half immortal sword, becomes the female sword immortal, rising to prominence!
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