Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 1220 - Chapter 25 Why Isn’t He Here?

Chapter 25 Why Isn’t He Here?

The appointed time was coming.

Xiang Zeyu stepped into the sea of thunder and gazed in the direction of the Central Continent with a faint smile, looking calm and composed.

He was fully prepared for this battle.

The Feather Clan needed an opportunity to rise, and they couldn’t develop slowly. That was why he had chosen to fight this battle.

Even in the face of Mu Tianyang, who had been famous throughout the continent a thousand years ago, the new master of the Feather Clan was still full of confidence.

Time ticked by.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the sea of thunder within the boundary formation. At that moment, they were all looking forward to the appearance of that extraordinary white-clothed man with white hair and white eyebrows.

The man who was said to be closest to Imperator Ding had shocked the entire continent and had supreme prestige.

How could a man who had once been an enemy of Imperator Ding be easy to deal with?

Xiang Zeyu was wearing a white robe today, which highlighted his gentlemanliness. In people’s impression, Mu Tianyang’s white symbol was a kind of noble and arrogant aura, like that of a god, and the majesty of heaven.

At this moment, no one spoke, everyone quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.

The White-Robed Emperor hadn’t arrived yet, yet a tense and oppressive atmosphere had enveloped this place.

Although Mu Tianyang had not appeared in the world for a long time in the past thousand years, and just like Ding Hao, he only appeared in legends and classics passed down more than a thousand years ago, no one dared to doubt his strength.

Countless experts had died under the Nihility Extermination Sword.

Most of the masters of the Feather Clan present looked extremely solemn. The White-robed Emperor had accumulated prestige for thousands of years, which weighed heavily on the hearts of every master of the Feather Clan like a mountain. Even if they absolutely believed in the strength of the new master of the Feather Clan, Mu Tianyang was too terrifying after all.

Between heaven and earth, the great wind whistled.

The rest of the Feather Clan soldiers who had come with Xiang Zeyu looked at him with reverence. They looked at the smiling man with determination, as if Xiang Zeyu would definitely win this duel and the Feather Clan would definitely win.

The Feather Clan had been waiting for this day for far too long.

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Finally, time was up.

However, the figure of the White-Robed Emperor, Mu Tianyang, did not appear.

In the quiet void, there was finally some clamor.

“What’s going on?

“It’s already time, so why hasn’t the White-Robed Emperor made an appearance?

“This can’t be.

“Given the White-Robed Emperor’s prestige and his pride, how could he possibly have stage fright?”

There was uproar and clamorous noise due to shock and bewilderment.

The crowd would rather believe that there was a mistake in time.

Zhang Fan and Fang Tianyi frowned slightly and looked at each other.

Although they did not speak, they actually communicated with each other.

They and Mu Tianyang were characters of the same era. As early as they entered the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Mu Tianyang was a high-ranking master. With their understanding of Mu Tianyang, the man would never violate a battle agreement.

Even if he was seriously injured, Mu Tianyang would attend the battle regardless of anything.

That was his pride.

Moreover, how many people in the world could hurt Mu Tianyang?

But he didn’t show up, which was incredible.

The High Priest of the Sea Clan on the waves, the original Mermaid Princess, had not spoken from beginning to end. When she first arrived, she nodded at Ding Chunqiu, Hua Mojian, and the others. She had always been an observer, and at this time, she was talking to the Sea God beside her.

The fat man Song Que rubbed Bai Quanshui beside him with his arm and asked, “Could it be that the Feather Clan is up to something? Lil Bai, do you think it’s possible for them to plot against Mu Tianyang, such as using some powerful incantations or sending some masters to besiege him?”

“How is that possible? With Mu Tianyang’s strength, who can plot against him? Also, don’t call me Lil Bai!” Bai Quanshui said angrily.

“Okay, Lil Bai, I’m just guessing. Then tell me, why hasn’t Mu Tianyang come yet? Lil Bai?” Song Que continued to ask.

Bai Quanshui didn’t speak.

Wen Duoqing said to Ding Ke’er, “This is strange! The lord of the White-Robed Divine Palace of the Central Continent actually missed the duel with the new master of the Feather Clan. If this matter is spread out, wouldn’t the White-Robed Divine Palace lose its prestige? Something’s not right.”

Seeing that Ding Ke’er did not speak, he continued, “Ke’er, if Mu Tianyang really does not come, should I go up and fight? Heh, after defeating the new master of the Feather Clan, I can show off to my brother-in-law.”

Ding Ke’er rolled her eyes at him and did not say anything.

Wen Duoqing had no choice but to shut up.

Ding Hao, who was in the crowd, also found it strange.

He knew Mu Tianyang well. He couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation for Mu Tianyang’s absence for a while.

Would Mu Tianyang give up the battle?

This was an impossible hypothesis, but indeed, he didn’t show up.

“Why hasn’t the White-Robed Emperor made an appearance?” Xiang Zeyu who stood within the sea of thunder spoke abruptly. “Does he disdain to fight me? Since he does, then why did he accept the challenge?”

He seemed to be talking to himself or to the crowd. “Since he has accepted the challenge, why doesn’t he come here? Is he afraid?”

At the end of his words, Xiang Zeyu’s voice clearly spread between heaven and earth, and his intention was self-evident.

As soon as these words were spoken, it caused an uproar, and it was especially so for the Human Clan.

“You’re simply boasting shamelessly. What sort of figure is the White-Robed Emperor? Why would he be afraid of you?”

“What an arrogant fool!”

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“As expected, the Feather Clan members aren’t good people. Bah!”

Everyone outside the boundary formation could not suppress their anger, but they did not know how to refute what Xiang Zeyu had said. It was a fact that Mu Tianyang did not show up.

Xiang Zeyu ignored the reactions of the crowd.

He just smiled with a proud look.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Feather Clan all became excited.

The people who came to watch the battle were generally divided into three forces. Those who supported Mu Tianyang were angry but dared not speak out, and those who supported Xiang Zeyu did not say much, but their eyes were full of pride and contempt.

As for the third type of audience, they were purely here to watch this great battle of the century. Who won and who lost might not be that important to them. What was truly important was to watch the great battle. Now that there was no battle to watch, they could not help but feel a little regretful after waiting bitterly for so many days.

On the Great Ape King’s side.

At this time, Pig Immortal was chattering, and Hua Mojian and the others were also frowning.

This matter concerned the reputation of the Human Clan. Even though it was impossible for the White-Robed Emperor to have stage fright, if he couldn’t come because he was busy with something, then the Human Clan would be disgraced.

At that moment, no one stood forth to speak.

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“I’ll wait for another 30 minutes. If the White-Robed Emperor doesn’t come… heh!” The new master of the Feather Clan smiled and didn’t say anything else, but his meaning was very clear: if the White-Robed Emperor didn’t come in time, the outcome of this battle would be obvious.

In fact, Xiang Zeyu also found the unexpected absence of Mu Tianyang, the White-Robed Emperor, quite strange.

He didn’t know why the White-Robed Emperor would accept the challenge but not come over.

However, if the White-Robed Emperor didn’t make an appearance today, then it would spoil his plans.

Seconds ticked by.

“If the White-Robed Emperor really doesn’t come… I can’t waste such a great opportunity. What should I do?” Xiang Zeyu thought to himself.

Thirty minutes passed quickly.

Mu Tianyang still did not appear.

A trace of disappointment appeared on the Feather Clan’s new master’s face.

He said loudly and indifferently to everyone, “The Human Clan claims to have been prosperous for two thousand years and has countless supreme masters. But in my opinion, its strength is just so-so. The White-Robed Emperor is one of the best of the Human Clan. I sincerely invited him to fight, and he agreed first. But now, he is avoiding the battle. I’m afraid that he is worried that he will lose to me and lose the reputation that he has built up for thousands of years!”

His every word was harsh and heart-wrenching.

“He’s just a junior of the Feather Clan. How dare he talk big here?”

“It must be a conspiracy. How dare the Feather Clan be so arrogant?”

“No matter how powerful Xiang Zeyu is, how dare he be so arrogant? Does he dare to look down on the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, God’s Palace, and Heaven Sect?”

“This young man really doesn’t know what’s good for him. The fact that the White-Robed Emperor is absent could already be considered to have saved his life, yet he actually dares to openly provoke the Human Clan!”

In an instant, the Human Clan members became agitated.

On the other hand, the Feather Clan members had already begun to gather together.

Xiang Zeyu’s words not only provoked the Human Clan but also boosted the confidence of the Feather Clan.

More than a thousand years ago, the Feather Clan was one of the dominators of this continent. Since Ding Hao became the imperator, although the world had always been peaceful, the Feather Clan had been suppressed too much. Thinking of this, the Feather Clan members could not help but feel a little indignant.

If Xiang Zeyu could really compete with Ding Hao, most of the Feather Clan members in the Heaven Path world would also like to follow and serve this new master.

Xiang Zeyu was indeed powerful. With just some words, he was able to make the hearts of the Feather Clan members surge with excitement. This made some ambitious people waver. It was as if they could see the hope of the Feather Clan becoming the overlord of the world again.

In the crowd, Ding Hao could feel the strange atmosphere very clearly.

Right at this moment-

“The Human Clan not only has the White-Robed Emperor. Feather Clan, I’ll fight you!”

A dignified voice suppressed everyone’s thoughts in an instant, and everyone looked toward the source of the voice.

Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, stepped forward.

At this time, his face was calm, but he had a terrifying momentum.

At that moment, Zhang Fan, Fang Tianyi, Song Que, Bai Quanshui, and the others seemed to have seen a familiar figure at once. It was Ding Hao, who would be the first to stand up at the critical moment.

“Oh? You want to fight me?” The new master of the Feather Clan narrowed his eyes slightly.

“This is a pretty good opponent.”