Xia Haiwei raised an eyebrow, still expressionless, and turned around to stand at the back.

The spiritual energy dissipated, and the Jade Scroll fell to the ground by fate. Xia Feng couldn't possibly manipulate anything under the noses of these Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereigns.

The remaining four Xia Emperors, after a short rest, began a two-on-two duel.

The second round of the competition was much more enduring than the first. Those who made it to the top five Xia Emperors were the elites among the Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereigns.

In the first round, the slightly weaker Celestial Tier Martial Sovereigns were defeated in a dozen rounds by these peak experts, unlike the evenly matched battles of the second round.

The Seventh Xia Emperor against the Eleventh Xia Emperor, one wielded the Dark Claw, the other held a long sword, fiercely entangled in combat.

Countless explosive sounds of weapon collisions echoed above the Emperor Dragon Platform, causing chaotic currents as the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth collided into a broken space.

Watching this, Xia Feng remained silent.

Previously, during Xia Tianming and others' scramble for the throne, the turmoil caused by their all-out attacks wasn't as intense as the casual attacks from these two Xia Emperors.

This is the true Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign, a strong contender for stepping into the Martial God Realm.

Watching the chaotic currents formed around due to the battle, Xia Feng finally gained a clear understanding of a Peak Celestial Tier Martial Sovereign.

Although he was also a Martial Sovereign, compared to them, he was like a child to a giant.

No… it should be said an infant to a giant, as a child could at least use numbers as an advantage, possibly turning the game around.

But Xia Feng knew that no matter how many of himself there were, they couldn't shake a Celestial Tier Martial Sovereign in the slightest.

Luckily, the Emperor Dragon Platform was secured in place by the Ten Great Xia Emperors with a great formation, otherwise, such a terrifying battle outside might have caused countless innocent civilian casualties.

After about three hundred rounds, Xia Qingyang roared and forcefully severed the Dark Claw of the Eleventh Xia Emperor with the long sword wrapped in fifty Great Dao Rules.

The Eleventh Xia Emperor looked at the broken end of his double Dark Claws, sighed helplessly, then turned and cupped his fists toward Xia Qingyang before retreating.

His strength compared to the Seventh Xia Emperor was still somewhat lacking.

Though both possessed Top Grade Emperor Weapons, he could feel that Xia Qingyang's Qing Yun Sword contained purer Great Dao Rules, faintly possessing a hint of divinity.

Therefore, his Top Grade Emperor Weapon losing was understandable.

Fortunately, the Shadow Dark Claw was his close Emperor Weapon nourished along his journey, it just required some time and essence blood nurturing to restore it to its original state.

The Seventh Xia Emperor also retracted his sword blade, stepped off Emperor Dragon Platform, closed his eyes and began restoring spiritual power.

The second match also began, with Ninth Xia Emperor and Twelfth Xia Emperor erupting into an all-out fight.

The rounds between the two lasted even longer than the previous battle of Xia Qingyang.

The back and forth couldn't result in a true victory, leading both into a drawn-out deadlock.

After half an hour, the recovery speed of the spiritual energy of Twelfth Xia Emperor lagging behind Ninth Xia Emperor led him to voluntarily concede.

He was a wise man; even if he won the match, his condition afterward might not suffice to beat the Seventh and Eighth Xia Emperors.

Though there hadn't been a match before, all among the Ten Great Xia Emperors had a mutual understanding.

When it came to the strongest, the decision had to be between these two.

Based on the speed of Divine Body cohesion, the Seventh Xia Emperor reached forty-seven percent, while the Eighth Xia Emperor reached forty-five percent, nearly the same.

When Divine Body cohesion reached one hundred percent, one could become a Demigod.

Excluding them, the remaining Xia Emperors, at best, reached twenty percent.

Before the match, everyone held on to a sliver of hope, thinking maybe they could win by serendipity and take the Void Cauldron.

But as it stands, no surprises happened; hard strength is hard strength, and being outdone in skill meant losing.

Since only one person could claim the Void Cauldron, it was better to give it to the strongest. After all, everyone shared the Xia name, and if one became a Martial God, the others could benefit, receiving direct guidance from the Martial God, believed to be far quicker than the enhancement aided by a single Divine Artifact.

The Ninth Xia Emperor wiped the blood corners of his mouth, then landed, emanating a faint azure glow, madly absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to heal himself.

The Seventh and Eighth Xia Emperors both silently closed their eyes, waiting for his recovery.

Unfortunately, the fierce battle between the Ninth and Twelfth Xia Emperors made his injuries hard to mend in a short time.

No matter what, they had to determine a winner today. The Seventh and Eighth Xia Emperors really vied for the Void Cauldron, unwilling to wait for the Ninth Xia Emperor to recover over several or even tens of days!

Reluctantly, the Ninth Xia Emperor had to let out a quiet sigh, choosing to withdraw from the contention.

The Ten Great Xia Emperors quickly decided on two strongest contenders.

The Seventh Xia Emperor Xia Qingyang, and the Eighth Xia Emperor Xia Haiwei.

"Indeed, the final victor can only come from between us,"

The Eighth Xia Emperor Xia Haiwei smirked, displaying an expression of confidence.

"Second uncle, I'm not shying away from claiming this Void Cauldron."

"Who ends up with the Divine Artifact isn't up to you; let our skills decide."

The Seventh Xia Emperor Xia Qingyang sneered, then rose to levitate steadily above the Emperor Dragon Platform.

Xia Haiwei didn't delay either, wielding a giant axe, leaping toward the Emperor Dragon Platform, causing the ground to shatter with each step!

The defeated Xia Emperors and the courtiers below held their breath, focusing intently on the two individuals above.

Xia Qingyang and Xia Haiwei, the strongest in the Great Xia Empire, each having condensed nearly half a Divine Body.

Such a monumental clash, many martial artists might not witness even in a hundred thousand years.

The two carried solemn expressions, not daring to underestimate each other in the slight.

Knowing each other's strength, they refrained from rash moves, constantly shifting their steps to scrutinize for vulnerabilities.

Onlookers also couldn't help but grow tense.

Xia Feng noticed, that his grandfather Xia Tianming also furrowed his brow, staring intensely at the pair, without a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Though he was a Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign, his Divine Body cohesion was only five percent.

Without relying on the Void Cauldron, he wouldn't be a match for either of them.

"Boom!"

Finally, the two figures moved; under countless gazes, the two collided like meteors falling from the sky, bursting countless shock waves.

"Whoosh!"

The long sword in Xia Qingyang's hand radiated a faint chilling light, fiercely striking toward Xia Haiwei, every move carrying fierce spatial ripples, the sharp sound of the air being cut forcing martial artists below the Martial Saint Realm to cover their ears and scream.

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