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Chapter 324 The Emperor's Sword Recognizes Its Master Mr. Hong, Lin Feng Rescues Tikal City

Mr. Hong reached out and caught the flying Emperor's Sword.

The Emperor's Sword trembled slightly in Mr. Hong's hand, as if it were cheering with joy.

Mr. Hong carefully examined this divine weapon that has carried endless legends and glory since ancient times.

The blade of the Emperor's Sword is decorated with dragon reliefs, and the hilt gleams with golden light.

The sword's body shimmered with a faint golden light, as if it had gathered the purest and most righteous energy in the world, and also seemed to contain the immortal will of ancient emperors.

The Human Emperor's Sword slew countless demons in ancient times.

Mr. Hong gently stroked the Emperor's Arrow in his hand. He felt that the sword was very compatible with him, and that a certain connection had been formed between him and the sword.

This sword is like a brother to me, and also like a part of my body.

When the white-bearded elder of the main peak lineage saw the Human Emperor Sword flying towards Mr. Hong, his hands trembled.

Legend has it that the Human Emperor's Sword only recognizes those gentlemen who have the world in their hearts, possess both benevolence and virtue, and have the temperament of a king.

Moreover, the Three Swords of Heaven, Earth, and Man have not recognized a master for thousands of years. The main peak lineage has always believed that the Three Swords have lost their spirituality and cannot recognize a master. They never expected that they would recognize Mr. Hong as their master today.

Most importantly, the fact that the three swords have recognized each other as masters means that a great calamity is about to befall the world.

No one knows exactly what this great calamity is, but it is very likely that the demon race will reappear on the Divine Continent.

The legend of the divine sword recognizing its master is known only to those of the main peak lineage.

Although others were unaware of the situation, they could still tell that the Human Emperor Sword had recognized Mr. Hong as its master.

Before Dai Tianshou and the other two family heads could recover from the shock of their younger brother's death, they saw Mr. Hong obtain the Emperor's Sword.

The three of them had bloodshot eyes.

Dai Tianshou clenched his fists. What merit did Hong Wenyuan have to be able to attract the divine sword to recognize him as its master? What made him so special?

Ji Zhongda, the head of the Ji family, spoke up: "Hong Wenyuan, this Human Emperor Sword was borrowed from the treasury of the main peak lineage by our Ji family. I advise you not to take it for yourself."

Elder Li Chunfeng, the white-bearded elder of the main peak lineage, stepped forward and said, "The divine sword has a spirit; it will be obtained by the destined one."

Since the divine sword has recognized Mr. Hong as its master, then it belongs to Mr. Hong.

However, I would like to ask Mr. Hong to give instructions to his disciple.

"After you pass away, return the Human Emperor's Sword to the main peak's treasury."

Mr. Hong was overjoyed to hear that the main peak lineage was willing to hand over the Emperor's Sword to him.

He smiled and clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Elder Li. I will definitely return the Emperor's Sword after I pass away."

Ji Zhongda, the head of the Ji family, was speechless. He had paid a considerable price to borrow it, but Hong Wenyuan was able to take it for free. Where could he find justice?

All nine of Mr. Hong's disciples in the stands wore undisguised smiles.

Overjoyed, Yue'e wept tears of joy. She pinched Wu Jinlei's waist and said, "Senior Brother Wu, am I dreaming?"

Master won, and won so decisively.

Wu Jinlei grinned and replied, "Yue, Yue'e, stop pinching me. What you saw was all true. Master won. He was a force to be reckoned with on the arena, killing three peak Xiantian experts with a single sword strike."

Senior Sister Zhu Linghua said, "After today, Master will be the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, the strongest person below the Grandmaster level."

Mr. Hong's sixth disciple, Wen Zhanting, smirked, "We should also make preparations as soon as we get back?"

Wu Jinlei asked in confusion, "Prepare what?"

"Of course, we're preparing to seize territory."

The martial arts practitioners in the stands were all shocked by the power of Mr. Hong's sword strike, and they whispered among themselves in their seats.

"I have never seen, and I have never even heard of, any innate martial artist who could unleash such a powerful attack."

"In this era where grandmasters are rare, Mr. Hong's unparalleled martial arts skills have probably reached the pinnacle. In addition, the Emperor's Sword in his hand is like adding wings to a tiger."

"Unfortunately, none of Mr. Hong's disciples are particularly outstanding; they are far inferior to Mr. Hong himself."

"Mr. Hong values ​​character and moral integrity most when accepting disciples, and only secondarily considers talent and comprehension, which is why he doesn't have any disciples with exceptional talent."

"There was a Lin Feng back then. It is said that the kid's talent and aptitude were even stronger than Mr. Hong's, but unfortunately he died in the ruins."

"It's really a pity for talent."

"Now the other three families are in trouble. Just wait for Mr. Hong's faction to suppress them."

The disciple of Wuji Gong asked his senior brother, "Senior brother, do we really have a grudge against Mr. Hong's lineage?"

His senior brother quickly replied, "There is no enmity. Who said there is enmity? Those disciples who died at Lin Feng's hands had only themselves to blame."

Elder Li Chunfeng with a white beard walked to the center of the arena and said, "The winner of this Peak Master Competition is Elder Hong Wenyuan of the Sword Sect."

Li Chunfeng took out a Peak Master's token and said, "Please come forward to receive the Peak Master's token and succeed as the Peak Master of Cloud Sword Peak."

Mr. Hong has already demonstrated his peak martial prowess today, and there is no longer any need for him to pretend to be lame and confined to a wheelchair.

Mr. Hong stood up and walked towards Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng was stunned for a moment. He was just about to deliver the Peak Master's Token to Mr. Hong when Mr. Hong walked over by himself.

This guy is really good at hiding his disability; he can walk perfectly well, but he's pretending to be disabled.

Seeing this, Dai Tianshou gritted his teeth even more, "That old fox Hong Wenyuan is such a good actor. He can walk, but he still sits in a wheelchair every day."

The head of the Huo family felt a chill in his heart upon seeing this. He had chosen the wrong side this time and would likely face retaliation.

Ji Zhongda, the head of the Ji family, was still indignant. "Damn it, is sitting in a wheelchair comfortable? I'll have to try it out someday."

Mr. Hong received the peak master's token from Yunjian Peak and raised it towards his own troops.

Mr. Hong's tens of thousands of men immediately raised their weapons and shouted loudly, "Long live the Peak Master! Long live the Peak Master!"

The shouts shook the entire mountain, and the surrounding ground trembled in response.

In this grand competition, Mr. Hong's lineage miraculously survived and turned from decline to prosperity.

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On the northern continent, dozens of cannons outside Tikal City continued to fire.

With a deafening roar, a barrage of artillery fire caused buildings to collapse and multiple fires to break out in the city.

After three days of fierce fighting, the cannons captured by Lin Feng on Tikal City had run out of ammunition and were now just for show.

Tikal was breached, and more than half of the 20,000 White Demon warriors and 40,000 rebels who attacked the city were killed or wounded.

The city gate was blasted open by cannons.

Dozens of werewolves, each over two meters tall, covered in hair and resembling hungry wolves, led the charge into Tikal City.

"Awooo!" The werewolf at the front roared, rushed to a Naga soldier, grabbed the soldier's shoulder, and threw him dozens of meters away.

"Ahhh!" the soldier screamed in terror in the air.

With a thud, the soldier crashed against a broken wall and fell silent.

Another werewolf rushed up to a soldier and tore him in two with its claws.

The werewolf, leading the White Demon warriors and rebels, marched straight into the palace.

Princess Chuchu, accompanied by several hundred personal guards recently recruited from the Temple of Martial God, faced a group of werewolves.

Bang bang bang! The White Demon musketeers in the distance opened fire from a great distance, killing more than a dozen of Princess Chu Chu's personal guards.

Bang bang bang, the musketeers on Princess Chuchu's side also fired a round at the enemy crowd, but their accuracy was limited and they didn't hit many people.

With a whoosh, Princess Chu Chu took the lead, wielding her short sword Golden Wing, and charged into the crowd, beheading a werewolf with a single strike.

The slain werewolf shrank in size and reverted to the corpse of a normal person.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

Lin Fengren had not yet arrived, but the myriad snakes had already emerged from their dens.

Tens of thousands of sword lights pierced the sky and flew towards the White Demon warriors and rebels outside the city.