Supreme Emperor of Swords

Seeing this scene, the eyelids of those who were clamoring to leave jumped wildly.

“Ding Hao is back?”

And judging from his looks, after experiencing a world-shaking battle, there was no injury on his whole body. He was in a terribly fine state. The horrible momentum that fell from the sky just now was like that of a Devil, which made people tremble. “What level has his strength reached?

“I shouldn’t have expressed my stance so soon.”

The disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect couldn’t wait to cheer.

They finally felt at ease again at this moment.

“Good boy, if you hadn’t come back by now, your bride would be angry. She might make you kneel on the washboard.” Wang Juefeng also laughed and joked.

“Brother Hao.” The Martial Demigoddess flashed and came to Ding Hao in an instant. She held his hand. Her face changed slightly, but she hid it well and did not say anything.

“Seniors, I had something to deal with, so I got delayed. Please forgive me for having you wait for me.” Ding Hao nodded with a smile and slowly descended from the void. His aura was restrained, and he looked like a peerless great warrior. His temperament was extraordinary.

“Brother Ding, there’s no need for the courtesy.”

“Haha, Senior Ding, you’re finally here.”

“You’re indeed a peerless great talent. I’m Zi Xing of the Purple Spirit Sect. Greetings, Elder Ding.”

The crowd came back to their senses. At this time, no one dared to be arrogant in front of Ding Hao. They all greeted him back with a smile.

“Well, compared with Brother Ding’s wedding, those matters in my sect are nothing. I don’t care. I must stay and have a good drink of Brother Ding’s wedding wine.”

“An urgent news came from the sect that the enemies who came to attack have been repelled, and everything is fine… In fact, no matter what happens, even if the sky falls, I will stay to drink your wedding wine, Brother Ding.”

The expressions of the various forces and experts that were about to leave changed rapidly. In the end, they curried favor with Ding Hao and wanted to stay.

Wang Juefeng just snorted and didn’t join the conversations.

These drifting sects were not strong and had no principles. Some of them did not even receive invitations and just came here trying to curry favor with Ding Hao. When there was actually a war, these useless things would not do good to the overall situation but would only make trouble.

These people were left aside.

Not to mention the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, many other sects and forces who had received invitations to attend the wedding looked at them with disdain. It was a shame to associate with such people.

Even so, those fence-sitters didn’t dare to be angry. They just stayed behind shamelessly with smiles on their faces.

Wang Juefeng ignored them and ordered the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to prepare for the wedding immediately. All kinds of arrangements began in an orderly manner.

“It’s an honor for me to have you coming here. Please wait for a moment. I’ll come back after proper preparations.” Ding Hao said that to everyone and left the square.

…

The moment Ding Hao returned to the main hall of the sect, his body swayed.

A trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

When Wang Juefeng and others who followed him back saw this scene, their faces also changed greatly.

Only then did the crowd realize that Ding Hao was not as safe as he looked on the surface. He was seriously injured. Otherwise, with his strength, he wouldn’t be unable to control his blood.

“Boy, are you… okay?” Wang Juefeng asked nervously.

Zhang Fan, Fang Tianyi, and others also looked at Ding Hao nervously.

Ding Hao slowly sat down and ran his power to suppress the blood and injuries in his body. He smiled and said, “It’s not a big deal. It’s just a small injury. It doesn’t affect me much. Haha, compared with this, Prince Primeval is much more seriously injured than me.”

“Prince Primeval is seriously injured?

“That is to say, Ding Hao won.”

Wang Juefeng breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking for a while, he asked, “Can you attend this wedding?” At this grand wedding, in addition to the two deadly enemies of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the River Palace and the Hidden Fragrance Peak, all the famous people of the Human Clan’s martial arts sects had come. If Ding Hao was seriously injured, it would not be good.

If Ding Hao held on firmly despite extreme pain to attend the wedding, once someone found out that he was seriously injured, it would probably have some bad effects.

Ding Hao knew what Wang Juefeng was worried about. He smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter. The wedding will proceed according to the original set time. It’s just a small injury. This time on the battlefield above the Highest Heaven, I gained more and learned some very important things. It may help me break the shackles and go further.”

Wang Juefeng was completely relieved.

Soon, everyone returned to their seats and went out to do their work.

Only Ding Hao and Xie Jieyu were left in the hall.

“Puff…” Ding Hao finally couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale in an instant, and he breathed slowly. Wisps of red flame-like Demon Aura were dispersed from his mouth and nose.

Obviously, his injury was more serious than the others had expected.

Xie Jieyu’s expression changed. She moved behind him and put her slender hands on Ding Hao’s back.

The cry of True Phoenix resounded throughout the hall.

Ding Hao’s whole body was enveloped in purple mist as the red flaming Demon Aura was constantly forced out of his body and then burned and refined by the purple mist.

After 15 minutes, Ding Hao’s complexion looked much better.

“Okay now. Jieyu, the Demon Aura has been removed. Don’t waste your mysterious strength. Let me do it myself,” Ding Hao said with a smile.

Xie Jieyu nodded and sat aside quietly.

“Phew. This Prince Primeval is really extraordinary. He is definitely the best opponent I have ever seen in my life.” Ding Hao said with emotion, “I almost died in this battle. He deserves to be the peerless figure among the new generation of the Demon Clan in the Northern Region. What a fight. It’s worthwhile to choose him as an opponent… Haha!”

Thinking of the battle on the battlefield above the Highest Heaven, Ding Hao felt greatly excited.

Prince Primeval gave him a lot of pressure, and he finally made a breakthrough. He had been struggling with the mystery of his Emperor Style of Saber and Sword, and now he finally uncovered a trace of the mystery. For Ding Hao, it was worth it to suffer such a serious injury.

“You’re already injured like this, but you’re still laughing…” Xie Jieyu rolled her eyes at him.

At this moment, the tender woman’s posture of the Martial Demigoddess was extremely charming.

Ding Hao’s eyes lit up. He smiled, took a deep breath, and began to run his cultivation method to heal.

After fully activating the power of Qi, there burst out a bar of silver and golden light inside him. His body was crystal clear and bright, and his appearance was solemn. Every part of his skin was shining, and he seemed to have turned into a ball of light.

His muscles were as transparent as the purest crystal, and his bones were as bright as jade. It could be seen that many of the bones in his body had broken. Fortunately, he had integrated some Jade in Stone before, so the bones in his spine, arms, legs, and other vital parts were complete.

As the Qi in Ding Hao’s body surged, a series of cracking sounds of bones came out.

Through the crystal-like muscles, one could see that those broken bones were repaired by an invisible force and then grew back slowly at a macroscopic speed. Soon, those tiny broken bones were melting into the muscles, and the cracks on the bones were getting smaller and smaller. Finally, they were completely connected together.

There were also some dark spots inside his body, which were like condensed pieces of blood. There were hundreds of them, big and small, all over his muscles. Those were the hidden wounds left in the battle with Prince Primeval. Under the cleansing of the Qi power, they were slowly disappearing.

In the process of healing, Ding Hao’s body began to slowly reveal a kind of strange aura.

This kind of aura was not any energy fluctuation.

It was a kind of momentum.

The so-called momentum was an incomprehensible thing.

But one could clearly feel its existence.

This kind of aura was like the flood of a dam, like the collapse of a mountain, like a waterfall falling from a high place, like a meteor crossing the sky, like a storm coming with dark clouds, or like the magma that had been brewing for tens of millions of years, which was about to break through the ground.

It was like momentum.

It was more like a kind of some rules.

It was an irreversible existence that was about to happen and begin to operate.

In the martial arts field, the so-called momentum was more like a law and had the power to subdue the enemy without fighting. The opponent knew what was going to happen next, but he could do nothing to change it. It was almost as powerful as the power of heaven.

The highest realm of martial arts, in addition to the rules and regulations, was about the intent and momentum.

Since ancient times, countless talents had been pursuing the ultimate way, which was one of the three things mentioned above. Ding Hao first comprehended the Sword Intent and Saber Intent, and now he gradually came into contact with the mystery of momentum. This was a kind of extremely incredible physical quality and comprehension.

Intent was the power of one’s own body, while momentum was the power of heaven and earth.

“If I can combine my intent and momentum into one, does that mean that I can combine myself with heaven and earth?”

Ding Hao pondered.

His internal injuries had completely healed.

He closed his eyes and felt the feeling of the previous battle. After thinking hard, he was immersed in a strange state of emptiness. Unconsciously, the aura of the momentum on his body began to become denser and denser. If it was just like a trickle at the beginning, then it was almost like a stream by now. The momentum was a kind of existence that could not be seen and could only be felt by real experts.

Xie Jieyu sat quietly on the side with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes had been always fixed on Ding Hao.

No matter what happened to Ding Hao, she was not surprised at all.

For her, Ding Hao’s recovery was the most important thing.

The images of the battle on the battlefield above the Highest Heaven kept replaying in Ding Hao’s mind.

Under the influence of this strange momentum, the Qi in his body was running faster and faster. In both the Twelve Meridians and the Six Strange Veins, the Qi began to roar in the channels and kept rushing forward.

Ding Hao closed his eyes as if he was not aware of all of that.

Suddenly, two more acupoints in his body turned from grey to bright like shining stars.

He made another breakthrough.

Immediately, the Qi surged and continued to rush toward the next aperture. The remaining force was still there.

The impact of this battle on Ding Hao was even more profound than what he had realized now.