Divine Emperor of Death-Novel

Chapter 1974: A Technique For A Technique

Ellia closely looked at Rayn Shard, unable to believe that he would actually challenge her after she had already displayed her prowess. To her knowledge, Rayn Shard had condensed a perfect Vast Sea, and although Sword Laws's destructive prowess was terrifying, it still did not allow him to remain challenging in front of his counterpart, Ivy Aries, much less her.

What was he relying on to challenge her? Or was it pure stupidity?

As the question remained in her mind, she took a step forward in the air and flew towards the battle stage. She didn't speak, but her actions told everyone that she accepted his challenge.

Rayn Shard had a golden-colored sword strapped to his back.

That sword was at Mid-Level Emperor Grade but allowed him to reign supreme over many young geniuses at a similar level. He only needed one swing of his sword to decimate them. All of his opponents crossed through the realm of life and death while battling him because one fatal mistake would've caused them to become severed into two.

Fortunately, Rayn Shard displayed immense control over his sword arts, allowing his opponents to receive a minimal injury. His display earned the people's approval, unlike Schleya, who went left and right, cutting down limbs like cabbages.

Rayn Shard stood on the flat surface with his hands folded, radiating a heroic aura as his black hair swayed in the wind. He wore a specialized gold-black robe, and his face looked suave and handsome, possessing a fatal attraction to many women.

His eyes were focused on Myria's figure, possessing a certain amount of desire and lust before it disappeared.

"Let the battle begin!"

Honorable Elder Julian Kruse's voice echoed. However, Rayn Shard didn't move but opened his mouth.

"Fairy Myria, thank you for accepting the challenge. I know you probably look down on me but do you dare accept a bet?"

Ellia raised her brows, "What kind?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

"Do you dare accept a bet or not?"

"Nope~" Ellia appeared lazy as she hung her shoulder and yawned.

"You-"

Rayn Shard couldn't believe that this was the mannerism of a high-above swan. He found it hard to believe such a strong and elegant woman who sneakily slapped the Vast Sky Emperor out of aversion would act unrefined at this moment.

He imagined that she was doing this on purpose to put him off, but he had seen many women and wasn't easily thwarted.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask your hand in marriage or anything of that sort. I just want to discuss and learn about the technique you used to revive that armament spirit previously. If I win, do you dare to bet that you will teach it to me without reserve?"

Ellia stopped acting for a moment, looking at him with narrowed eyes, thinking, who was this guy to behave this impudent in front of her? An angered smile appeared on her face.

"Sure, but what if I win?"

A leer almost appeared on Rayn Shard's expression, but he hid it well.

"Then I agree to become your subordinate for ten years."

"Heh."

"Thirty years then..."

"Forgot about betting yourself. You're not even worthy. Which woman would want to see your toad-like face for ten years, much less thirty?"

"To- Toad-like?"

Rayn Shard's eyes bulged. He had yet to meet a woman who had described his handsome face as such that he couldn't help but wonder if she liked ugly men. After all, she slapped the handsome Vast Sky Emperor as well. However, he forcefully suppressed his swelling anger and spoke.

"Fairy Myria, provoking me using these types of words isn't good for your character nor temperament. Just tell me what you want, and I'll consider it with my utmost sincerity."

Ellia's lips curled behind her veil, feeling like wanting to kill this hypocrite. How could his leering gaze escape her senses even if it was for less than a second?

"A technique for a technique." She uttered, causing Rayn Shard to lift his chin.

"Oh, in that case-"

"Give me your entire Emperor Sword Sect's manuals and techniques."

"What!?"

Rayn Shard almost jumped. One technique for an entire inheritance of a sect? What kind of bet was this?

"Heh!" Ellia sneered, "You think that one of your measly techniques is enough to match the technique I used? Even if you sold your entire sect, you still wouldn't be able to match it. You should be thankful that I'm only willing to take your manuals and techniques. Consider it your honor to receive my magnanimity."

Rayn Shard's brows twitched. He could not tell if she was lying, telling the truth, or making fun of him.

Many people couldn't help but laugh as they witnessed this scene. They also couldn't tell if Myria was kidding or not, but the worth of that technique was surely higher than they could imagine since it could effectively revive armament spirits.

To the Emperor Sword Sect, this technique was of utmost importance because they treated their swords as if they were their own sons, grooming them to become sharp and powerful. The spirit of their swords was also like life partners or sworn brothers. To the fanatics of Sword Laws, if their sword ended up breaking, it might even affect their hearts. In simplistic terms, they did not view their swords as mere tools.

So when it's time to abandon them because they could no longer keep up, some sword experts naturally start to decline. However, with this technique, if they can transfer the armament spirit of their sword into another new and powerful sword, then they could soar into the heavens.

It held immense value to them.

Meanwhile, Davis was laughing.

Looking at Ellia's condescending talk, Davis felt that it was funny. He was sure that it was Ellia because Myria possessed an untouchable air and an innate air of arrogance around her, unlike Ellia, whose mannerisms were forced as though she was either copying him or Myria. This is why he could tell for the Vast Sky Emperor to near Myria and stand only a meter apart was courting death that she slapped him away.

However, for Ellia to ask for those manuals and techniques, was she curious of Sword Laws, or was she doing it for him?

Davis shook his head. Why would Ellia do it for him? She shouldn't know Tanya Frostblight was his woman. Besides, even if Ellia wanted to, would Myria let her?

While he was thinking, he noticed Rayn Shard talk to his sect leader and Ancestor using soul transmission. Ellia had also noticed, but she didn't interfere.

After some time, Rayn Shard nodded his head.

"Fine, we'll sign a Blood Soul Contract."

"No need. I'm not a person who will renege on her words. If at all you want to sign the Blood Soul Contract, be my guest because I also know how to break it without even trying. Only you'll be caught in it like a rat and forced to eat your own droppings."

Ellia's arrogant words fell, but they created waves among the people.

Somehow, they didn't feel like doubting Myria's words at all because her mysteriousness was as equal as the Emperor of Death. However, they were shocked at the Emperor Sword Sect's decision to bet their entire sect's inheritance to Myria.

Were they really that sure that Rayn Shard could win this battle? If not, aren't they automatically handing over their inheritance to her? Or was that armament spirit revival technique possessed that kind of worth to throw caution to the wind?

They were shaken.

Originally, they thought that this battle might quickly end, but it seemed like Rayn Shard remained confident. Is he hiding his sea just like Ivy Aries did till she met Yin Lotus Fairy?

Rayn Shard trembled on hearing Myria's comparison. Like a rat forced to eat its own droppings? She mean his shit?

"Fine, since you're intent on insulting me, I won't give you any respect as well. Prepare to defend against my full onslaught because I won't be holding back."

Rayn Shard raised his hand to grab his golden sword, but instead of grasping its hilt, a common iron sword appeared in his hand as he slashed.

A terrifying diagonal crescent wave emerged as it struck towards Ellia, heading towards her with a tremendous speed that its space cracked in its wake.

It slashed past Ellia, causing her white hair to sway heavily. As for the slash, it missed her by a slight margin, the spatial crack beside her trying to suck her into its world but became quickly stitched back.

Everyone's eyes were wide with shock when one of them abruptly noticed the ancient aura from the ordinary iron sword.

"That… that's the Soaring Emperor Sword! The Legacy Artifact of the Emperor Sword Sect!"