NOVPUBIt was his cultivation of the Overlord King’s Blazing Universe Jue.
The more domineering the cultivation technique, the more fearlessly one practiced, the greater the power they would wield.
At this moment, Xiang Qianheng stepped into the air and brought his palm down, shattering countless sword qi beneath his hand.
To him, the sword intent that filled half the firmament was negligible as his black robe billowed in the wind.
Under the strands of hair on his forehead, his eyes leaked formidable dominance.
With a cold snort, as his palm descended, a surge of crimson spiritual energy erupted around him.
Half the sky seemed to collapse under the pressure of his hand.
Spiritual energy was in turmoil, space was shattering.
Countless streams of sword intent were extinguished within it.
Feeling the power of this palm, Sword Twenty-One’s countenance was stern and resolute.
His eyes flashed with sharp brilliance as he condensed numerous strands of sword intent and slashed them towards Xiang Qianheng.
With a "boom."
At this moment, dust fluttered, and the blast wave from the explosion dispersed in all directions.
The platform beneath the feet of the two fighters was split in two from the center,
Everyone looked intently to see the two standing opposite each other, both with calm gazes.
"Who won?" a disciple asked curiously.
Sword Twenty-One took a deep breath and wordlessly stepped down from the platform.
Just as he stepped off, there was a "crack," and the longsword in his hand shattered.
"Xiang Qianheng wins," an elder quickly declared.
Ignoring the cheering of the disciples around him, Sword Twenty-One stared blankly at the broken sword in his hands.
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Meanwhile, on another side, Xia Zihe’s broadsword cleaved downwards.
The Surging Wave Sword pierced through the Wugeng Void, bringing up heaven-reaching waves that surged towards his opponent.
It seemed as though what he held in his hand was no longer a sword, but an entire vast ocean.
Xia Zihe stood atop the tumultuous sea, his figure lifted to a titanic height by the waves.
Jiang Xier’s gaze was indifferent, her face cold as frost.
She extended her hand, its entire surface covered with a layer of thin ice.
As the oceanic tide approached, she resembled a fragile boat amidst the violent sea.
The sea whipped up fierce waves, seemingly about to bury her completely.
She touched the waves with the tip of her finger.
A "crack, crack" sound emanated from within.
The heaven-scaling waves of the ocean began to freeze over, bit by bit.
In just an instant, half of the sky had frozen over.
The cold was biting.
Xia Zihe stood on the surface of the wave, his feet also encased in a thick layer of ice. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
Before he could react, Jiang Xier had already appeared before him.
Her hand pierced through the Wugeng Void and struck heavily against his chest.
With a "boom."
The sky full of ice exploded, and the overwhelming wave instantly turned back into a sword.
Xia Zihe’s figure plummeted, retreating several meters on the ground before he could come to a stop.
He looked at the cold Surging Wave Sword in his hand, then shook his head with a sigh.
"Still too much restraint," he remarked.
"Jiang Xier wins," an elder by the side hastily judged.
And on the final platform.
Though Young Master Dao Yang and Star Sword Fairy were two against one, they had no advantage.
Jue Ming’s cultivation of the Trapping Array Jue enhanced the power of his array.
Additionally, the speed at which he set up the array was incredibly fast.
He used the array to separate Young Master Dao Yang and the others.
Without their combined attack, their combat strength was significantly reduced, and eventually, they were each broken through.
As the top three winners of the competition emerged, the disciples in the crowd shouted their names.
As for how the top three would rank, it would depend on their matches against each other.
"Elder," just as the judging elder was about to announce, Jiang Xier interrupted.
The Way of Inquiry asked, "Do the top three have the right to challenge the Saint Heir?"
"According to the rules, they can," the Elder nodded in response.
"I don’t care much about the ranking of this martial arts competition, even if I get third place, it doesn’t matter."
Jiang Xier said indifferently, "I just want to challenge the current Saint Heir."
At the head of the table, Xu Zimei smiled and met Jiang Xier’s icy gaze.
He slowly stood up from his seat.
"What’s going on? Does Jiang Xier have some conflict with the Saint Heir?"
The disciples below, unaware of the truth, eagerly discussed amongst themselves.
Some disciples speculated as well.
"It must be because of the Sixth Elder’s affair, otherwise the two of them wouldn’t have crossed paths."
"Zimo is in trouble now," Xia Zihe murmured with a frown on the side.
The direct disciples beside him also watched the commotion with great interest.
The judge Elder seemed to be in a dilemma and turned his head to ask Xu Zimei for his opinion.
"It’s fine, I will handle it!"
Xu Zimei walked forward slowly, giving Jiang Xier a glance.
Then he looked directly at all the direct disciples present.
He said lightly, "I know many of you have issues with me.
You want to see me make a fool of myself.
As for me, I’m not fond of trouble.
Challenging me one by one is so boring, why don’t you all come at me together.
I’ll take on all of you alone."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the venue erupted into commotion.
"Boastful," Prince Dao Yang snorted coldly from the side.
Xu Zimei smiled and slightly lifted his right hand, sending a palm strike directly towards Prince Dao Yang.
With a "boom,"
The space around shattered layer by layer, and boundless hurricanes converged within his palm.
Prince Dao Yang’s face changed drastically in an instant, his longsword waving in his hand.
But he was still sent flying by the palm strike.
At this moment, the talented disciples who were originally prepared to enjoy the show turned serious.
Some looked towards Xu Zimei in disbelief.
"Unfathomable depth," Sect Master Xiao murmured softly, squinting from the head of the table.
"Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, come at me together, or you won’t have the slightest chance."
As Xu Zimei’s voice fell, the peak might of the Emperor Pulse Realm began to emanate from him.
Xu Zimei levitated above, looking down high upon the disciples below.
He slowly drew Tyrant Shadow, Thunderbolt and fierce fire roared, and half of the firmament was suppressed by his aura.
The Creation Force was surging.
"Come on, this will also let me see how strong this generation of direct disciples is."
Seeing this scene, the disciples below were all dumbstruck.
"Emperor Pulse Realm peak," someone said in disbelief.
"How is this possible, how old is he!
This realm is no more than what the direct disciples have achieved."
"Now this will be an interesting show."
The crowd below had solemn expressions, as Xiang Qianheng and Sword Twenty-One exchanged glances.
"A mass attack is hardly a noble victory."
Sword Twenty-One said indifferently.
"With the situation right now, even coming together might not guarantee a win," Xiang Qianheng felt Xu Zimei’s aura.
He said with a wry smile, "I’ve heard he’s also merged with the first Battle Body."
"You all fight, I am, after all, his senior brother," Xia Zihe shook his head and stepped aside.
"Then let’s all go at once," Xiang Qianheng’s aura of the Emperor Pulse Realm was released.
He said with a light laugh, "We can’t be laughed at by our junior brother."
Jiang Xier, without saying much, was enveloped by cold air and followed, levitating into the air.
