1023: C1023 Sword Tower

C1023 Sword Tower

Right Bull Peak, the peak!

"Scram!"

Even when facing off against experts at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, Yu Haoran's attitude and tone remained as domineering as ever.

"Die!"

The skinny old man in green clothes, who didn't like useless words either, directly grabbed towards the top of Yu Haoran's head just as he was about to let out the word "rolling" from Yu Haoran's mouth.

Using the quick law to merge with the body, he quickly avoided the palm of the skinny old man in green. Yu Haoran took this opportunity to take out his purple staff and took a deep breath.

"Flipping River! Flipping Sea!"

With the power of the body of the Ancestral Magus coupled with a spell inherited from the Monkey Emperor, the purple stick instantly moved like the scythe of the god of death, flying straight towards the head of the skinny old man in green clothes.

Feeling the power of the Quasi-Martial Saint's realm contained on the purple rod, the skinny old man knew that he had provoked a monstrous genius who was like the heavens themselves, and also knew very well that he was definitely not Yu Haoran's match.

Thus, he wanted to admit defeat and admit defeat.

However, just as he opened his mouth to admit defeat and give up before he could say anything, he was struck in the head with a purple staff.

"Buzz!"

A mighty expert at the peak of the ninth stage of the Martial Saint was not even able to withstand a single staff technique, and was immediately smashed into meat paste. The strength that Yu Haoran displayed immediately caused everyone to gasp deeply in shock.

His strong physical body could directly suppress a high grade Sovereign Realm enchanted tool. His cultivation was only at the early Third Rank of Martial Saint, but he could directly kill a powerhouse at the peak of the Ninth Rank of the Martial Saint.

At this moment, even if Yu Haoran didn't take the initiative to introduce himself, everyone knew that his background was extraordinary. It was very likely that he was one of those demon-level disciples of the Inherited Family that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Since even the peak of the ninth level of Martial Saint was not a match for this young man's one strike, then the dozen or so experts of the same cultivation that were blocking in front of the Sword Tower would obviously not seek death.

Just as Yu Haoran's cold eyes were about to land on them, they immediately opened up a path, allowing Yu Haoran to smoothly arrive in front of the Sword Tower.

The Sword Tower that was erected on the peak of the right ox peak was only nine meters tall, but it gave people the feeling that they had to look up to it.

The exquisite and clear pavilion made it obvious that the Sword Tower s had a floor of eighty-one floors, which corresponded to the ninth stage or ninth stage of martial practitioner cultivation.

Looking at the familiar Sword Tower in front of him, Yu Haoran started to reminisce.

In his previous life, he had entered the Sword Tower three times. Relying on his experiences and cultivation in the way of the sword, he finally charged into the sixtieth floor, which was equivalent to the realm of the fourth stage of Martial Saint.

Although his cultivation was now far superior to that of his past life, he wasn't too sure that he would be able to pass the sixtieth floor.

After all, after his reincarnation, he had been abandoned in the path of the sword, causing him to gradually lose control of the essence of the sword technique.

Seeing that the Sword Tower had just reached the thirteenth floor, Yu Haoran knew that it would take a while for the warrior who entered the Sword Tower to come out.

Therefore, he planned to take advantage of this time to carefully recall the memories of his previous life regarding the essence of the sword art. He wanted to see which stage of the Sword Tower he would be able to reach on his first try.

However, before that, he still had to occupy a spot to enter the Sword Tower.

The bottom floor of the Sword Tower s had a total of four doors, which corresponded to the east, west, south and north respectively.

Amongst them, the three north and east gates were the entrances to the Sword Tower and the south gate were the exits to the Sword Tower.

At this moment, three strong warriors, who looked like ants, were sitting cross-legged in front of the three doors to the east, west, and north areas of the city.

Yu Haoran knew that this was the effect of the rules.

In fact, although the Sword Tower looked like it wasn't even nine meters tall, its actual height had long since exceeded ten thousand meters. However, it was restricted by a special rule, causing the Sword Tower to shrink to a height of nine meters.2

Similarly, due to the effects of the compressed high level rules of the Sword Tower, the bodies of all the practitioners near the Sword Tower would automatically shrink until they were like the three experts sitting cross-legged in front of the door.

Of course, this kind of shrinking was just a change in the eyes of the bystanders. For the warriors who approached and entered the Sword Tower, they didn't feel anything.

Yu Haoran, who was slowly shrinking under everyone's gaze, arrived at the east gate first.

This was a middle-aged powerhouse who was about fifty years old and wearing a light blue sword robe.

Just by looking at the middle aged man's appearance, Yu Haoran turned and walked toward the north gate.

This was because the name of the middle-aged man in the robes was Qian Shuhao. He was a rogue cultivator who was proficient in the way of the sword, and was a top Ranker who had cultivated to the third level of Quasi-Martial Saint.

With his current strength, even if he used up the blood of the Ancestral Witch, it would still be difficult for him to defeat the other party. Thus, he could only give up helplessly.

He quickly arrived at the North Gate.

This was a handsome young man who wasn't even thirty years old. His dazzling starlight gown set off his extraordinary background.

Even though his eyes were tightly closed, he still wore a faint smile on his face, giving off a gentle feeling.

Sighing lightly and shaking his head, Yu Haoran walked towards the west gate.

The young man sitting in the North Gate was called Liu Xing, nicknamed Meteor, and was from one of the top seven sects, the Pavilion Master's only legacy disciple.

Although his cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, his true strength was not one whit inferior to a powerhouse of the second tribulation Quasi-Martial Saint.

Of course, if he used the Ancestral Shaman's Bloodline Skill, Yu Haoran was confident that he could take his life in three moves.

However, in his previous life, the other party had saved him three times, so it was impossible for him to take over the other party's quota to enter the Sword Tower.

After walking to the west gate, Yu Haoran's eyes immediately flashed with a cold light.

This was because the middle-aged martial artist sitting in the west gate was named Zhuo Yucheng. He was a deacon from the Hollow Jade Temple's underground palace. He was also one of the enemies that led a team to kill him in his previous life.

"Scram!"

Quickly walking in front of Zhuo Yucheng, Yu Haoran forcefully suppressed the killing intent that continuously surged within his body, and berated with a voice as cold as frost.

"Brat, do you know who you're talking to?!" Opening his eyes, Zhuo Yucheng gloomily asked.

"Three!"

In order to prevent others from discovering that he was deliberately targeting the Hollow Jade Temple, Yu Haoran gave him a time limit that he could endure, as if he was a young man with a temperament from the Wu Family.

"Brat, I think you must be tired of living!"

As one of the top seven sects in the Profound Sky Continent, a deacon of the Hollow Jade Temple's underground palace, no matter where Zhuo Yucheng went, he would be immediately recognized as a VIP.

Even in Double Oxes Mountain, where no one ruled, no one dared to provoke or make things difficult for him. Otherwise, how could he, with his cultivation at the peak of the eighth stage of the Martial Saint, occupy a spot in the Sword Tower s?

However, the kid in front of him didn't give him face, didn't give Hollow Jade Temple face, and even dared to threaten him. How could this not anger Zhuo Yucheng?

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