All Chapters of Supreme Emperor of Swords: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You are too far away... really not fun!" "You are just too weak... There is hardly thrilling!" Chen Sheng hissed, shaking his head as he looked proud of himself. Still, unable to do anything, Ge Yin could only seethe in anger. He could hardly summon any resolve to fight before such an adversary. The sore and pain felt by him extinguished whatever will he had as he sighed dejectedly and surrendered the game. At the same time at the 18th arena, another player from the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, Zhang Tianlun, has just been defeated, effectively ending his run in the five academies' tournament. "Liang Feixue of the Honorable Alliance of Seven! He's too terrible!" Standing at the bottom of the arena, Zhang Tianlun reflected on what had happened four to five minutes ago on the arena and looked up at the young man in flowing robes of white that contrasted his long black hair, feeling a sudden chill that made him shuddered. Zhang Tian

The youth who was proud and arrogant and had many bad habits had already reigned himself in plenty. He had spent time with Ding Hao and Zhang Fan, and the three people got along well. They conversed for a while. The two of them did not dare to disturb Ding Hao's rest and left. Boom! The room's stone door shut from the outside. Ding Hao breathed out lightly. Then, he sat on the stone bed cross-legged and slowly started to activate his martial arts skills to recuperate. It was a forceful and satisfying fight today with Dong Yi from the Southern Academy of purple shirts. Since his miraculous encounter in the cave of the garbage cliff at the back of the mountain, Ding Hao's physical body had become very much stronger. He had yet to meet his match in terms of physical strength. This Dong Yi was an exception. He had fought with Ding Hao for almost two hours. Even though he had managed to cause Dong Yi to faint in the end, but Ding Hao had i

By good luck, Cheng Fei had gotten half a kilogram of Taiyi Stardust after inadvertently annihilated a demon nest during his experience in the desert a while ago, and some inner core disciples had known that and were casting greedy eyes on it. Yin Yifei smiled, opening his hand out. A pair of strangely shaped sickle appeared, rotating and flickering. The sickle was about one and a half meter long. The handle was only forty centimeters and was covered with dark red patterns, and the knife edge was sharp. The blood grooves on both sides were extremely clever. The ridge was about two fingers wide, and the whole body was dark red and was made of black iron. It was in the shape of a flying dragon and weighed at least a hundred pounds. It could cut off the hair that fell on it. Although it was not a magical weapon, it was definitely a sharp weapon. As soon as the sickle appeared, there was a bit of hotness in the air. "Good knife!" Cheng Fei glanced at the chop

Next, the competition continued. The third round was definitely something that was unbearable to recall for disciples in the Southern Academy of purple shirts. Lyu Kuang, who was very likely to make it into the top five, got knocked out because he was defeated by Liang Feixue. Their only hope, Wang Xiaoshi, who was known for his endurance and unconventional gambit, had the strength that could not be underestimated. However, he was out of luck merely because he encountered Li Muyun, the number one in the Honorable Alliance of Seven. Li Muyun, the man in all his glory, beat Wang Xiaoshi down from the arena with a single move. The participants in the Southern Academy of purple shirts were completely eliminated right after the Western Academy of red shirts. Participants in the Central Academy of white shirts, however, still held strong momentum and did not let their supporters down. ... In the following fourth round, a handsome youth name

There was hardly any finesse in this stroke! It was like an ordinary person, untrained and uninitiated in combat skills, who was carelessly flailing the blade! To the naked eye, that move could even be a random, reflex movement when one was stretching to shake off all weariness. Everyone below the dueling ring was so astonished that they could hardly breathe. But only a few, such as Li Lan, Li Muyun, Liang Feixue, Lyu Kuang, Chen Sheng as well as a few of the best disciples among those who were listed, felt a sudden tingling sensation. All of the young prodigies all felt the same inexplicable excitement when they witnessed the careless stroke. Farther away from the arena. High above the stands sat the greatest disciples of the three generations, Guan Feidu, and a few others. At the very same moment, they too were so shocked that some even rose to their feet with disbelief, staring blankly at the amazing boy clothed in green who was standing