The Sword God of the South

The Blood Drip Swordsman Message

That speech is loud. So that everyone present in the courtyard of the Imperial Palace could hear it clearly.

The confession of the Blood Drip Sword Swordsman who claimed to have lost just a moment shocked many people. One party was happy that Zhang Fei was able to come out victorious.

On the other hand, I just don't like it. Because that means, he will be the next Chairman of the World of Justice.

How could the martial world be led by a young swordsman whose age had not even reached his thirties? Isn't this ridiculous?

Cheers are back heard. This time harder and better. Not a few people mentioned Zhang Fei's name. There were also many people who felt disappointed in the Imperial Palace Swordsman.

While in the pulpit, when the Blood Devouring Swordsman said those words, simultaneously the Profound World Grandfather instantly rose to his feet from his position.

"Good, Fei's son,"

"You're great,"

"Eventually your struggle is not in vain,"

"I told you, you can do it,"

"You've managed to demonstrate your true abilities,"

The four martial World Grandfathers praised Zhang Fei in unison. They were very happy to see the outcome of the fight which turned out to be in line with his expectations.

Although not standing up and giving praise to Zhang Fei, everyone knew that the Emperor was happy.

It was seen that he nodded his head a few times while smiling towards Zhang Fei.

'This kid is really great. Now I fully believe, that he is the only person who can carry on the position of Chairman Beng Liong, the Inner Emperor while continuing to look at Zhang Fei seriously.

While in the middle of the courtyard, seeing the Blood Droplet Swordsman pull the weapon and admit defeat, Zhang Fei immediately did the same.

The Sword of the God King he pulled out and put back into the scabbard. After that Zhang Fei approached towards the Blood Drip Swordsman then saluted him.

"Thank you for giving up on me" he said solemnly.

The Blood Drip Sword Swordsman was not angry. He was smiling. Even though the smile looks stiff.

"Your sword is perfect. You just need to improve a little more so that you can reach the stage of total perfection," he said in a stiff tone.

"What do you mean, sir?" zhang Fei asked in disbelief.

"It's sword. Then the sword will also be you,"

"Do I have to unite myself with my sword?"

"Right," he said nodding confirming. "You are a swordsman. Of course, you should also be able to fuse with your sword. Remember that! Make every inch of his body a very sharp sword tip,"

Zhang Fei replied to the nod of the Blood Drip Swordsman. He understood a little of the man's words. Especially in the past, Zhang Fei also heard almost similar words several times.

One of them was a speech that was conveyed by his grandfather and teacher, Zhang Liong.

It's just that, until as far as he did not understand related to how to unite themselves with the sword.

"Someday, you will definitely know for yourself," continued the Blood Drip Sword Intent as if knowing the contents of Zhang Fei's heart.

After saying so, without saying much more he immediately retreated to his original position.

The spokesperson immediately entered the arena and announced the winner again.

"Happy son Fei,"

The five men congratulated him while hugging and shaking hands.

"Thank you, this is all thanks to you," Zhang Fei replied with a friendly smile.

At that time, the Emperor wanted to announce that Zhang Fei was worthy of becoming the next Chief of the martial world. It was just that before his mouth opened, the Shadowless Arak God had already whispered in his ear first.

"Emperor, don't talk about anything" he said seriously.

"Why, Mr Kiang?" the Emperor asked in astonishment as he looked at the old man's face.

"Right now there are still quite a number of people who have not agreed that Fei's son will become the next Chief of the martial World,"

"Oh, then?"

"We'll see what those people want to do,"

The God of Arak Without then walked one step forward. He swept a glance towards everyone present.

"The test of this ability is actually done. It is certain that Young Master Fei will become the next Head of the martial world. But if there are still some of you who are not happy or can not accept it, please go to the arena and do an open challenge with it. If there is someone who can defeat Young Master Fei within thirty moves, then that person is worthy of being the candidate of the Profound World Chief,"

The Shadowless God Arak said in a loud voice. In that too he has exerted his inner energy through the vibration of sound.

As a result of this, his voice turned bigger and more authoritative. Everyone can hear it clearly.

Meanwhile, when hearing the words just now, of course those who are not happy feel given the way of light.

The spirit within their bodies was burning. People who were feeling displeased wanted to directly challenge Zhang Fei in a fight.

Unfortunately, not as strong as those who dare to say it. Moreover, not too long ago, those people had already clearly witnessed how Zhang Fei lashed out.

If the elite warriors of the Imperial Palace alone could be defeated, let alone those who were just ordinary warriors?

But on the other hand, not a few people feel confident about their own abilities. They considered why Zhang Fei could win against the two elite warriors of the Imperial Palace, it was a stroke of luck.

Therefore, not long after the Shadowless Arak God's words were finished, a few people quickly jumped into the middle of the fighting arena.

There were five people in the arena. They are certainly not low-class warriors. The five were men, four in their fifties. And the other one is old, maybe he has reached his seventies.

The four Grandfathers looked at them one by one. The four also knew the challengers who were now in sight.

Only, they were a little surprised after realizing that among the challengers was one old force figure.

"His Cold-Faced Swordsman was also interested in this incident," said Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan as he stared at him quite sharply.

The person called the Cold-faced Swordsman immediately smiled. His smile was really cold and set up a feather. No wonder he was nicknamed that way.

"I'm just curious about this young swordsman,"

"Alright, alright. Please, who knows you will be the candidate," said the Shadowless God of Arak as he drew face.

Keep in mind, the Cold-Faced Swordsman is an old generation figure who is one generation with Four Personal World Grandfathers.

He is not from a party or a group. Cold-Faced Swordsman stood alone, he chose the middle stream as his bow.