Sovereign of the Three Realms - Chapter 1777

Chapter 1777: 1777

Surprisingly, Xiahou Zong was a bit slow on the uptake . His status as the foremost genius of his generation had given him an inborn superiority when facing cultivators around his age .

This pride helped nurture a robust self-confidence in normal situations . But when it flared up in a situation that didn’t warrant it, the disadvantage it offered was equally fatal .

When the arrogant genius did react, it was already too late . His four demons were completely locked down by the Confounding Puppets, while more and more magnetic soldiers and golden monsters rushed into the field to assist .

The four demons couldn’t deal with a situation like this despite their raw power .

A magnetic storm was an impeding force to be reckoned with . Under normal conditions, the soldiers and monsters wouldn’t last a single sortie from the demons .

Even the four puppets would have a hard time preventing them from retreating . Perhaps the projections wouldn’t be able to destroy the puppets right away—or completely at all, really—but withdrawing should’ve been no problem .

However, the conditions right now were far from normal .

The intensification of the storms and the addition of more monsters and soldiers meant that it was almost impossible to find an opportunity to break free . Everything was according to Jiang Chen’s calculations .

Without the assistance of the four demons, Xiahou Zong was a tiger who had been defanged and declawed . Now was the best chance for Jiang Chen to kill him .

“Xiahou Zong, know your place!” Suddenly, the countless images of Jiang Chen soared into the air in unison, all of them nocking and aiming at their common enemy .

“I’m not scared of your illusions, kid!” Xiahou Zong roared through bloodshot eyes . “Come at me if you dare!” His throat was hoarse from the shouting .

Clearly, being backed into a corner had caused his pent-up frustration to explode .

Jiang Chen glanced at his opponent with pitying eyes, then sent another wave of monsters and soldiers with a hand seal . Xiahou Zong was weakened, but far from being unable to deal with a few measly golden monsters .

Unfortunately for him, both the monsters and the soldiers were endless and unafraid of destruction . A swarm of ants sizable enough could take down an elephant .

Group after group rushed at Xiahou Zong without fail . Regardless of his abilities, he couldn’t fend off their ferocious attacks forever . He hadn’t crumbled, but he was harried and distressed .

Jiang Chen locked onto Xiahou Zong with his Evil Golden Eye, then focused his consciousness .

“The time is now!”

He poured the energy of his true dragon bloodline into the Holy Dragon Bow . The air resounded with dragon roars, making for a superb spectacle .

Everyone watching the fight paled . Had they finally come to the moment of truth?

Duke Xiaoyao stood up suddenly, his cheeks flushing .

The first prime squinted a little, her consciousness monitoring the duke’s movements . Any interference from the latter was going to be interrupted by the former without question . She radiated an aura of pressure all around the arena stands, daunting everyone present .

“The battle in the ring belongs to the young geniuses, Duke Xiaoyao . Us older folk should stay put . ” Her words were directed at Duke Xiaoyao, but they were intimidation for everyone else as well . Deceit wasn’t going to be tolerated by the leader of the sacred land today .

It was obvious to even Xiahou Ying that her brother was in grave danger .

“Patriarch, Elder Zhen, what should we do? Is there anything we can do?” She was anxious . Her brother and protector was in trouble, and she couldn’t imagine what would happen to her own status in the house should he be gone . Xiahou Zong was almost entirely the reason for her relative importance .

Without him, she would be nothing!

Yan Qingsang widened his eyes . He glared at the arena with a ferocious grimace . “Kill him, brother! Kill him now! It’s time to pay back all the dishonor that Huang’er has suffered over these years!”

He left his own grievances unsaid; at this moment, he was more excited than any other .

House Yan collectively dimmed when they saw Yan Qingsang’s excited gesticulations . Once upon a time, Shao Yuan had belonged to them . It had been only two years since then, and he was already on the verge of smashing Xiahou Zong into smithereens .

Xiahou Zong’s legend was about to be broken!

Misery was written all over the Yan patriarch’s face . He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of defeatism and regret . It seemed that his choice had been wrong in the end . Perhaps Shao Yuan really was going to change the landscape of the nation? The future no longer seemed quite the same . Regardless, House Yan had missed out forever .

Yan Zhenhuai’s feelings were similarly mixed on the subject . He was reasonably acquainted with Jiang Chen, though not particularly deeply . He was both pleased at and mildly envious of the youth’s dazzling performance . Far from being a narrow-minded man, on many topics, he was more accepting than the majority of his house’s executives .

He had been of the opinion that Jiang Chen and Yan Qingsang’s entrance into the sacred land was an opportunity for them . In fact, he had fancied such an opportunity for himself . Unfortunately, his status as the foremost genius of his house meant that he couldn’t abandon it to join another faction .

Still, Yan Zhenhuai wanted to see Jiang Chen crush Xiahou Zong . He would rather see a genius who had come out of House Yan dethrone the tyrannical genius and sit in his place . He had no love for the party currently losing in this fight .

Upon the stage, Xiahou Zong was in his last struggles . He tried once more to burn his consciousness in order to summon another demon god .

Alas, the golden monsters and magnetic soldiers didn’t allow him the distraction . They piled upon him in an unstoppable herd .

At the same time, Jiang Chen’s Bewitching Lotus of Fire and Ice transformed into countless images of him in order to threaten him from afar .

Draconic roaring filled the firmament .

Jiang Chen’s Holy Dragon Bow finally moved .

A lethal missile sailed into Xiahou Zong’s vicinity amid a hail of illusory copies .

The young man’s exceptional combat instincts kicked in . He opened his eyes, sensing where the real arrow was . He shook both arms, slamming the true arrow aside .

However, the Holy Dragon Bow wouldn’t shoot just one arrow once deployed . Jiang Chen typically used the first shot as a test . The repeating fire he deployed afterwards was the real killing blow .

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three more arrows sailed at Xiahou Zong from three separate sides, each targeting a different vital spot . They covered a much greater area and took much odder trajectories than the previous attack .

Xiahou Zong only had two hands . He noticed the arrow heading straight for his face, but couldn’t evade the two more at his back and scalp .

Dismayed, he roared despairingly . His evasive maneuver was hampered by the magnetic storms and the labyrinth around him; he could barely reach a third of his normal speed .

The Holy Dragon Bow, on the other hand, moved with alarming alacrity .

In the next instant, Xiahou Zong slapped aside the arrows at his head, only for the one aimed at his back to pierce him entirely .

Jiang Chen’s aim was true . It had scored a direct hit upon the heart, erupting back out the front .

A bloody hole appeared on Xiahou Zong’s body . Arrows of blood shot out of it . He seemed to be frozen still .

“Stop!” House Xiahou’s collective scream of panic came from the stands .

Jiang Chen ignored it totally . A sword seal guided his Heavenly Chalice Sword Formation’s blades to descend upon his foe like a swarm of locusts . The harsh sword lights sliced Xiahou Zong into tiny bits . Blood and gore flew everywhere .

His soul didn’t have a chance to escape before being obliterated by the swords . Neither did anyone in the audience have time to intervene, so quick were the weapons’ work .

When Duke Xiaoyao’s angry shout reached him, Jiang Chen had already finished dismembering his opponent .

Xiahou Zong had been erased from existence . Without the guidance of his consciousness, the four demon gods collapsed and turned into mist .

Performing a hand seal, Jiang Chen withdrew both his Nine Labyrinth Formation and his Confounding Puppets . The arena turned calm once more . Only grisly bits and pieces remained as a reminder of the other genius who had been there moments before .

“Shao Yuan!” Duke Xiaoyao shrieked into the sky . He glared at Jiang Chen viciously, as savage as an angry beast who wanted to pounce at any minute .

The first prime smiled coolly . “Duke Xiaoyao, I advised you awhile back that you shouldn’t be too saddened by Xiahou Zong’s loss . Did you not take it to heart?”

This was insult to injury .

Duke Xiaoyao shook with rage . Xiahou Zhen was completely ashen . Xiahou Ying wept bitterly . “Brother, brother! Shao Yuan, you’re too cruel! How could you kill your opponent in the arena!”

Barely anyone sympathised with her . After all, the brother and sister had been far too pretentious and rude in their interactions with others . Many were shocked that Xiahou Zong was dead, but most were quite pleased!

Jiang Chen was as impassive as ever, as if he’d done something insignificant . “I’m hardly cruel . You should blame Xiahou Zong for being weak and useless . If he and I switched positions, do you think he would show mercy?”

To the victor went the right of explanation . There was no justice for the losing party in a deathmatch . Like Jiang Chen said, it had come down to personal ability .