Blood is drawn!
One sword seals the throat!
The audience instantly erupted in excitement.
Xu Xiaoshou’s strike was incredibly powerful, and the cultivation levels of the other competitors were simply too low to discern its mysteries.
They could vaguely guess that Xu Shao had used extreme speed, combined with some unknown enhancement technique, turning the Sheng Ti defense into something as fragile as paper under a seventh-grade Ling Jian.
But this level of understanding was truly too superficial.
Could one break Sheng Ti defense just with speed and attack?
Most people subjectively found it hard to believe.
Yet, ignorance often manifests this way; in this world, it’s not always the most flashy techniques that pair best with the strongest attacks.
Sometimes, when certain plain and ordinary moves are cultivated to their utmost, they become deadly weapons.
For Xu Xiaoshou, what set him apart from everyone else in the arena was his grandmaster-level "Agility."
Additionally, during his dashes, he occasionally mixed in "Disappear Technique" to confuse and mislead.
Under this blend of reality and illusion, those trying to analyze his move changes only ended up overcomplicating things.
“Young man, have you figured out my sword yet?”
In the arena, Xu Xiaoshou, having landed his strike, was full of swagger.
He stood there with his sword, looking down on Luo Yin not far away, who clutched his throat gushing with blood. Xu Xiaoshou didn’t strike again; instead, he politely allowed Luo Yin to ponder in the chaos.
“Uh…”
Luo Yin couldn’t even speak.
Xu Shao’s sword was too bizarre, especially the strange force lingering on his neck after the final blow.
It was like Jian Qi, yet like Jian Yi—impossible to shake off or dispel.
One sword could seal the throat, and normally, Sheng Ti’s self-healing ability would quickly restore the wound.
But with this force remaining, forget healing; no matter what methods Luo Yin tried, he couldn’t deal with the lingering power on the wound.
Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously.
He knew exactly what it was: Jian Nian!
It was the eighth Jian Xian’s groundbreaking insight!
It was the concentrated essence of mastering the sword path!
Such power—forget a naive Luo Yin—even if someone with higher cultivation came along, as long as they weren’t an ancient Jian Xiu and hadn’t encountered this knowledge, they might never understand it until death.
Because their knowledge base likely didn’t even include the concept of "Jian Nian."
“Since you can’t figure it out, feel it some more!”
Xu Xiaoshou sighed, lowered his head, and the few strands of hair tucked behind his ear fell loose.
He smoothed them back, then stirred the void with Ling Yuan. A gust of wind blew, and his figure vanished like smoke once again.
“Again?”
Some spectators started trembling.
Watching Xu Shao’s actions, it seemed he planned to keep using the same move, not bothering with a second one, and just let Luo Yin die in utter confusion.
“This is… too despicable!”
As the saying goes, the body is honest even when the mouth complains—perhaps nothing exemplified that more.
The audience cursed Xu Shao’s methods while involuntarily anticipating how this half-Sheng heir would torment Luo Yin.
Sure enough…
“He’s appeared!”
In the blink of an eye, someone pointed to the other side of the platform.
There, another figure of Xu Shao suddenly emerged.
One step, two steps, three steps…
“Xifeng Xiaoxue.”
Even some spectators directly called out the name of this technique.
Some even perfectly mimicked his post-sword flourish of smoothing his hair.
“Shh—”
Without any suspense, Luo Yin, immobilized by the pain, had a diagonal circular bloodline erupt from his right shoulder to his left lower waist.
“Pah!” Luo Yin spat blood, his legs barely supporting his body, nearly collapsing to his knees.
“Figured it out yet?” Xu Xiaoshou turned back and asked.
Luo Yin’s face twisted in agony, his entire complexion changing.
This time, it wasn’t just the pain in his neck; the lingering Jian Yi force had invaded his body, even bringing a trace of chilling power to his Qi Hai.
His body began to convulse, turning purplish as if frostbitten.
“Ah!”
Xu Xiaoshou looked at Luo Yin’s still dazed eyes, sighed, and without further words, turned his head down and vanished once more.
“He’s at it again! He’s coming again!”
“Oh my god, this is too humiliating—why doesn’t Luo Yin fight back? If it were me, I couldn’t take it…”
“Yes, this is outright bullying!”
“He’s here, he’s here—one step, two steps, three steps… Xifeng Xiaoxue…”
“Damn, I’m impressed with this Xu guy—talk about swagger!”
“I have a feeling that after tonight, Xifeng Xiaoxue will be famous across all of Dongtian Wangcheng.”
The competitors on the platform could barely handle the pressure.
Though Xu Shao’s sword wasn’t aimed at them, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
How to counter this?
Xu Shao strikes, and you don’t even see his shadow—it’s like laying your life on the chopping block for him to harvest at will!
At first, some thought defending the neck would suffice.
But that was just self-deception; Xu Shao didn’t just target the neck—any exposed part of the body was fair game.
And even Luo Yin with Sheng Ti ended up like this—what effective defense could these ordinary Xiantian practitioners manage?
Even if they used every trick, in Xu Shao’s eyes, they’d be full of flaws!
“Figured it out?”
Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword again.
This time, he left a circular wound from Luo Yin’s left shoulder to his right lower waist.
Now, with the double circles crossing front and back, it formed a perfect symmetrical pattern.
“I…”
Luo Yin’s entire face had turned purple.
He couldn’t get half a word out, only struggling to resist the Jian Yi damage from this sword and the inexplicable ice-based calamity force.
Honestly, Luo Yin wasn’t sure if this was truly calamity force.
But his Sheng Ti surpassed the heavenly dao; if not for a trace of calamity force beyond the dao lingering, how could he fail to resist even the cold?
“Haven’t broken through it yet?”
Xu Xiaoshou had no intention of stopping.
Seeing Luo Yin’s unyielding demeanor, he figured there must be some trump card, so he raised his sword and vanished from sight without hesitation.
“Oh my mother…”
Xiao Wanfeng crouched shakily on the tree branch, watching the continuous bloodlines bursting below and hearing the casual “Xifeng Xiaoxue” repeated.
He felt he could no longer look straight at those four words.
Perhaps, after tonight, the nightmare of most competitors here would be replaced by this deceptively simple phrase.
“He’s… always like this?”
Xiao Wanfeng asked in disbelief to the twin-tailed girl beside him.
Mu Zixi shook her head: “Don’t worry, what you’re seeing now is probably just human-level means.”
“Human level?” Xiao Wanfeng was puzzled.
“Yes, human level.”
Mu Zixi ticked off on her fingers: “Above that, there’s roughly underworld level, hell level, purgatory level… and so on.”
Xiao Wanfeng staggered, his body unsteady.
That “and so on” truly scared him.
If the madness before him was only human level, then what he had faced earlier…
Xiao Wanfeng thought of the techniques Xu Shao had used on him.
That was child’s play in comparison!
“Figured it out?”
“Haven’t? Then continue.”
“Broken through?”
“Not yet? Then think more!”
Swish, swish, swish…
Shh, shh, shh…
“Received fear, passive value +9999.”
“Received admiration, passive value +4626.”
“Received curses, passive value +2333.”
At first, everyone was excited to see how Luo Yin would turn the tables, but as they watched, they grew numb, and finally, no one could bear to look.
The bloody scene in the arena was simply heart-wrenching—like flowers splattering tears at the sight, birds startled in hate-filled parting!
They figured that from now on, whenever they saw a black Jian or similar Jian Qi attacks, the first indelible image in their minds would be that figure.
—The figure of Luo Yin, covered in wounds and drenched in blood like a bloodied corpse.
“Broken through? Haven’t!”
“Broken through? Haven’t!”
Xu Xiaoshou started with pure attacks, but later began experimenting with all sorts of techniques.
He tried applying his “Culinary Mastery” understanding to find “delicious” flaws on Luo Yin for close-range strikes.
He also attempted to incorporate “Three Days Frozen Calamity” force, unexpectedly discovering that it could integrate with Jian Nian.
From “Xifeng Xiaoxue” to drawing the sword, from drawing the sword to “Xifeng Xiaoxue,” each draw and sheathe formed a perfect closed-loop attack chain.
So many attack methods…
Xu Xiaoshou tried them one by one until Luo Yin’s vital signs seemed to weaken, then he finally stopped.
Opponents like Luo Yin were hard to come by.
Sheng Ti…
How many living targets in the world could one practice swordplay on like this?
Xu Xiaoshou never intended to kill.
Such an existence must have a major force behind it.
He believed that after today, Zang Ku would leave Luo Yin with terrifying aftereffects—whether for revenge or not, that was another matter.
If they dared to come, it might just be another force he could turn against to stir up Dongtian Wangcheng.
After all, with Si Ren Mister presiding over Tian Shang First Tower, Xu Xiaoshou truly feared nothing.
“Looks like you still couldn’t figure it out in the end…”
For the final sword, Xu Xiaoshou stopped right in front of Luo Yin, not even bothering to retreat, because at this point, it was unnecessary.
“Cough… Pah!”
As the sword light halted, losing the countering external force, Luo Yin thudded to the ground.
The entire audience was in an uproar.
Just as everyone thought the fight was over, suddenly, a faint illusory power burst from Luo Yin.
“Thump!”
It was like the heartbeat of a giant stopping abruptly.
In that instant, everyone held their breath, staring unblinkingly at the transcendent dao force manifesting behind Luo Yin.
“Taixu Zhili?” Among all these Xiantian powerhouses, Xu Xiaoshou was the only one familiar with this force.
He saw the dense Taixu Zhili condensing on the fully unconscious Luo Yin.
Then, this power gathered, seemingly solidifying into a virtual image dozens of zhang high in the void…
What a joke? Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
He had only seen this a few times before.
Zhang Taiying’s, Bu Le Xiao Heshang’s…
A virtual image meant that, unless there was some special connection, Luo Yin must have at least a Taixu family behind him.
If this thing fully formed, wouldn’t it crush him in an instant?
“Hiss!”
In a flash of inspiration, Xu Xiaoshou leaned down and sucked fiercely on the unconscious Luo Yin.
A surge of power entered his body, rampaging like a wild dragon.
Xu Xiaoshou’s face flushed red, nearly spitting blood, but he forcibly held it back.
As the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike crumbles from an ant hole; though he only took a small sip, the Taixu Zhili on Luo Yin began to destabilize and ultimately dissipate.
Clearly, in his comatose state, he couldn’t control his final trump card.
“What a shame…”
Xu Xiaoshou stared at this bloodied figure and shook his head slightly.
He could see that Luo Yin was full of ideas.
Even until the end, with his Qi Hai frozen, the guy hadn’t given up his last hope.
“Sheng Ti seems a bit weak…”
Such a thought involuntarily arose in Xu Xiaoshou.
In fact, many in the audience had the same idea.
But the only ones who clearly understood the gap between them were Xu Xiaoshou, who had fully realized it, Mu Zixi as an observer, and Xin Gugu outside the arena…
That was it!
“It’s not that Sheng Ti is too weak; it’s that the gap between you and me is just too vast.”
Xu Xiaoshou looked at Luo Yin and tsked with a sigh. For him, the term “Xiantian” was really just a facade.
Believers die, non-believers go mad… and that was it.
The Zang Ku Jian body swayed back and forth.
After devouring the Sheng Ti blood, this black Jian even gleamed on its surface. Though it was merely a seventh-grade Ling Jian, its spirituality was so abundant it bordered on demonic.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t resist flicking it hard with his finger.
But with a “clang,” Zang Ku acted up again.
It seemed to enjoy the flick immensely; its body trembled violently, buzzing and giggling, finally straightening rigidly and holding for a while before relaxing.
Xu Xiaoshou stared in utter astonishment.
Where did it learn that?
This Jian was too wicked!
Probably even Yan Mang and You Si Jian weren’t as eerie as this one…
“Friends.”
Ignoring Zang Ku, Xu Xiaoshou, after dealing with Luo Yin, turned his gaze to the remaining competitors on the platform.
By now, there weren’t many left—just over a hundred, scattered around.
In other circumstances, they would surely be strong contenders for the championship.
But now…
“What’s the point?”
The competitors fell silent, collectively leaping off the platform.
Xu Shao’s strength was undeniable—he was truly a half-Sheng family heir, on a completely different level from ordinary people.
Even Luo Yin had been utterly defeated; what was there for them to struggle with?
“So, that’s the champion?”
Only three remained in the arena as Mu Zixi jumped down from the tree canopy.
From the moment Xu Xiaoshou stepped onto the platform, she had a vague premonition, but witnessing this outcome…
One person, with a single battle, intimidated everyone else into not even resisting.
Such a situation was shocking, even to Mu Zixi.
A premonition was one thing; reality was another, and it was indeed speechless.
And Xu Xiaoshou…
Heh, her shixiong had always been someone who left people speechless.
“It’s yours.”
Xu Xiaoshou watched the girl approach and smiled.
“I don’t want it.”
Mu Zixi refused on the spot.
She wanted to win the championship through her own strength, like Mo Mo, not rely on her shixiong to get everything.
“You won’t take it? How can that be…”
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned; he hadn’t expected her to decline.
And he couldn’t take it himself!
If he did, he’d lose the chance to compete again.
This fight was all about the endless passive values, not the title.
Taking the championship now would be a huge loss!
“Xu Shao, you’ve worked hard; Mu Guniang, you’ve worked hard too…”
Xiao Wanfeng scurried up from behind, though slow, he had sharp eyes and quickly presented two cups of fresh tea.
But as he looked up, two piercing gazes startled him.
“Uh, why are you both looking at me like that…”
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