The first move is called the Ephemeral Fly! It embodies a fleeting life, akin to a dust particle's brief existence. Even as a mere mortal, Yun Xiao stands before this group of ascetics, embodying an extraordinary spirit!
Zī!
The azure sword strikes, and the azure electricity glimmers, shooting into the air like the ephemeral fly. Its life is short, yet it brims with a fearless potential for life and death, unleashing unprecedented power!
Ding!
The sound of the sword slicing through the air echoes. Cloud Tianyi makes his move first, but Yun Xiao's counter is fiercer. The azure sword's electric glow, powered by profound mysteries, pierces the air and swiftly overwhelms Cloud Tianyi's strike!
"What?"
Cloud Tianyi feels his sword's potential shattered. He quickly regains composure and tries to defend, using the step of Sword Soul to sever Yun Xiao's attack!
Kaiyang, with its seven Sword Gangs!
The Sword Gangs barely miss Yun Xiao, yet they still appear to be at a significantly higher level!
"Break!" Cloud Tianyi shouts, confidence in his voice.
When!!
Yun Xiao soars into the air, his sword sweeping, uniting with the electrifying Sword Soul of Cloud Tianyi. The azure electricity and white thunder collide, producing a cacophony of ringing swords!
Bang!
Cloud Tianyi's face pales instantly!
The white electricity of Cloud Tianyi's Sword Soul explodes, breaking apart and striking him relentlessly across his face and body.
"—!"
The disruption from the Sword Soul causes Cloud Tianyi's mortal form to crack. Pain in his spirit manifests, and the agony of his body erupts. Overwhelmed by both, he emits a sorrowful, shrill cry, collapsing to the ground, blood pouring from his wounds, his eyes glazing over!
"Doesn't Tuabyi's rank of waste resonate with you?" Yun Xiao shouts angrily, shaking the audience.
"..."
Black blood spills from Cloud Tianyi's mouth as he gasps for breath, his expression one of defeat.
Bang!
Yun Xiao steps forward, stomping down, causing a loud thud as the crowd scatters in panic.
"Next! Make it quick!"
Yun Xiao looks at his sword, having defeated the Divine Sea Realm disciple, gaining five sword points. Now he boasts more than 50 sword points, unmatched by anyone present.
However, who dares to challenge him?
"Anyone brave enough to step up?"
Yun Xiao's gaze sweeps over the disciples from the first, third, and sixty-third Jianfeng, who now stand as still as wooden chickens, intimidated by his overwhelming presence, retreating one step back!
They had looked down on Yun Xiao when he was merely an inexperienced warrior.
But now, he has proven that talent does not solely define one's capabilities. For the past three years, the disciples of Sword Pavilion have become synonymous with laughter and ridicule! The disciples of Jianfeng had enjoyed a sense of superiority over the Sword Pavilion disciples.
But now, Yun Xiao's sword has shattered that pride!
"Who will come forward?"
"Don't let this person run rampant!"
"He's someone who could be a formidable force in a few years! Anyone who dares offend Jiang Yue and the first Jianfeng will face dire consequences!"
It's safe to say that at least the disciples from the first, third, and sixth Jianfeng are incensed by their humiliation.
Yet, most are too intimidated to act, filled with impotent rage!
"I'll go!"
A young man in a purple robe steps onto the fencing stage!
"I am Yao Zijin of the sixth Jianfeng!"
"This is the son of the sixth sword reverer, Yao Manxue!"
Ding!
As Yao Zijin mounts the stage, he unveils his Sword Soul.
It too is Kaiyang!
However, his Sword Gang layer is higher, boasting eight!
While he falls short of Yun Xiao by one, his rank surpasses most elders.
"Yao Zijin is the foremost talent of the current sixth Jianfeng!"
As he steps onto the stage, Yao Manxue gasps, immediately standing up. Unlike Wu Wu, whose lineage boasts 78 sword points, and who has seen the demise of Wu Jianyang, Yao Zijin is her only son!
"Alright..." Yao Manxue glances at Ye Tiance, the first sword reverer.
"Alright, alright!" Ye Tiance maintains his calm demeanor. "Yao Zijin has been training in the Kaiyang sword technique for more than five years!"
Truth be told, given Yun Xiao's ferocity, she is concerned for her son's safety.
Even if they end up fighting together, her maternal instincts remain.
Who wouldn't fear a reckless adversary?
"Wu Wu is truly a waste!" The third sword reverer comments, Yao Manxue muttering under her breath.
If only he could directly deal with Yun Xiao, it wouldn't have escalated to this point!
Ye Tiance feels a deep headache forming. The guests he invited today are all renowned and esteemed figures!
Otherwise, even if the Sword Pavilion stops, the first Jianfeng was insulted loudly, and Ye Tiance cut down two disciples; something must happen. Rather than appearing like this now, one must calmly face the situation like the old front in the Buddhist way! It's infuriating!
"The sword is about to end, the purple is banned; if I take him down, I will at least attain the millennium monster bone!" Ye Tiance said.
Upon hearing this, Yao Manxue could only take a chance! This battle is the focus of public attention.
Second, on the side of the fourth and fifth Jianfeng, they didn't want to strive, but they also gathered together, whispering, discussing Yun Xiao's Sword Soul and sword technique talent. In addition, many guests showed strange expressions, particularly that mysterious "Yuexian," who looked very earnest.
But on that fencing stage, several elders from the Sword Pavilion stood like sharp swords before Wu Wu! Qin Tong and the others, ignoring the withered state, were all shouting for Yun Xiao!
"Junior Brother Yun, invincible!" Qin Tong's eyes were moist.
"Who dares to say my Sword Pavilion has no heroes left?" Cai Maomao, just having dressed his wound, shouted, but then grimaced in pain.
Yun Xiao's imposing manner and momentum suddenly reached their peak. The battle became famous! On the second, fourth, and fifth Jianfeng, many disciples discussed quietly. No one really believed that Yao Zijin could handle this white-clad youth!
"Yun Xiao." On the fencing stage, Yao Zijin, a man with a different monstrous appearance, lightly raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I'm very curious, you, acting so bravely today, do you really fear death?"
"I asked you, I killed the first Jianfeng's chicken here; you collected the neck, don't you fear death?" Yun Xiao belittled.
Yao Zijin smiled! He shook his head with a smile and said, "For three years! I haven't really seen any disciple of the Sword Pavilion dare to be as rampant as you all!"
"Then let's make the best use of the time while you are still live," Yun Xiao replied. The implication was: "You're damn foolish."
Upon hearing this, Yao Zijin's facial expression turned ice-cold! "Do you really think you can defeat me?" Yao Zijin laughed, "Cultivating oneself according to religious doctrine is about background and influence; you come from the half-dead Sword Pavilion. With the foolishness you display today, it suffices for you to die ten thousand times!"
"Ten thousand times? One death is enough for you!" After Yao Zijin finished speaking, Yun Xiao did not hesitate to counterattack, a sword strike killing him!
Zheng!
A white shadow flashed, and an azure whirlwind shot out! The flying sword pierced through the strong winds, the sound was grating.
"Not a word gathered, and you're a killer?" Yao Zijin's anger leaped.
Yun Xiao was unafraid; to him, this was a severe provocation!
"Purple Moon!"
In his hand, the eight Sword Gang's Purple Moon Sword Soul, shaped like a crescent moon, was described as a sword, but it actually resembled a blade! This Purple Moon Sword Soul was gloomy and turbulent, ice-cold, and malignant influences swept across the fencing stage!
"It's the Dovetail Flash!" Yao Zijin's eyelids jumped, but he quickly steadied himself; after all, he came prepared. He drew his sword to cut! He shouted loudly, both hands grasping the sword, taking a step forward. His extremely sharp eyes fluctuated with supernatural power, locking onto the azure flying sword that whirled in.
"Broken!" Kaiyang Sword Soul!
Holding the sword, he wanted to be firmer than the flying sword! Once the hit dovetail flashed, this "Blue Lotus Sword Soul" would not truly break! His sword cut quickly and ruthlessly, swift and violent, worthy of his status as a sixth Jianfeng disciple!
The purple light flashed fiercely! When!!
"Divided!" He held the sword to cut the flying sword! The sixth Jianfeng's countless people shouted wildly.
But in the next instant, they saw Yao Zijin's hands tremble; his Sword Soul was almost let go. The azure Sword Soul he divided with the dovetail flash actually knocked him back, almost making him fall from the fencing stage! Moreover, his fingers and tiger mouth shattered, blood oozing from his palms!
"What power is this?!" Yao Zijin's complexion changed greatly. He just rolled on the ground, but still panicked, a fatal murderous intention locked onto him. Yao Zijin hastily dove away!
He turned to look, and Yun Xiao retracted the flying sword, his body rushing forward, his face indifferent, that flying sword became a three chi azure Sword.
It was the azure electricity flying crane! Swift and violent! Violent! The electric glow sparkled! The point penetrated!
"Death!" Yao Zijin wailed, grasping his sword to counterattack.
However, he was slow! The Yun Xiao flying sword shook, was a palm sword strike, even including Zhaoshun's fierce slide, two consecutive swords; the second sword, the azure electricity flying crane punctured, the long sword like an electric current suddenly killed Yao Zijin!
A Yao Zijin's sword pierced through the air! At this moment, his pupils widened, suffocating at the scene! Even though he quickly lowered himself, Yun Xiao still struck again, plundering from his leg!
Titter! One thigh, the blood hurricane immediately poured onto the fencing stage!
"Ah—" Yao Zijin called out pitifully, falling to the ground, the pain covering his leg, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, twitching from the intense pain.
Rip! In the next instant, Yun Xiao raised his front piece, lifting it high!
"Yao Zijin, you said that I have no background and influence?" In Yun Xiao's eyes, disdain emerged, a haughty thought!
"You listen—"
"I, Yun Xiao, relies on my own background!"
"Mother, save me, save me..." Yao Zijin cried out in pain and fear, his whole body trembling, shouting hoarsely. That sad and shrill pitiful yell sent shivers down the audience's spines.
Just for the sixth Jianfeng disciples who clamored that day, at this moment they closed their mouths, their lips dry, shrinking their necks!
"Yun Xiao!!" A dreadful woman with a powerful presence appeared on the fencing stage!
Buzz!
The vast supernatural power surged like a tsunami, suppressing Yun Xiao. The sixth sword reveres, Yao Manxue! At this moment, her eyes were red, her features twisted, and her willow eyebrows stood up!
Her son was injured; she was uncomfortable. Now, with one leg gone, it was as if he were a chicken in someone's hand!
Rumbling! Her supernatural power was suppressing Yun Xiao, her angry glare spitting fire, a character squeezed out between her teeth: "I give you three breaths of time; if you don't release him, I will certainly tear you to shreds!"
Such words startled the audience! The solemn eight sword meeting vice-chairmen spoke to deter a disciple; who wouldn't change out of fear?
"Junior Brother Yun, should we let her go?" Cai Maomao asked with a trembling voice. He knew Yun Xiao had killed four people in succession, already having an enmity with the first Jianfeng. But this Yao Zijin represented the entire sixth Jianfeng.
"To tear him to shreds?" In the focus of public attention, Yun Xiao suddenly burst into hearty laughter, then his gaze turned cold. The sword in his hand fell!
Brush! His two consecutive swords cut off Yao Zijin's ears!
"I'll your son to shreds first!" Yao Zijin covered both ears, blood all over his hands, crying out pitifully.
The people looked on, suffocated at Yun Xiao! The third sword revered, Wu Wu, had an ice-cold face, saying fiercely: "Zhao Xuanran and Qin the blind man, manage your people well! You know Yao Zijin's status!"
"What status? Can a big status outweigh a life?" Yun Xiao followed his words, punching Yao Zijin in the chest!
Pū! A black blood exploded from Yao Zijin!
"You dare to move him again, even your back Sword Pavilion must be buried alongside the dead!" Yao Manxue almost broke her lip by biting it.
"Move him again?" Yun Xiao replied with a sneer.
He suddenly wielded his sword! Yao Manxue's whole body shook, her eyes almost bursting!
"A head in my hands, is that how you start?" He smiled at Yao Manxue.
The solemn sixth sword revered! By a youngster, was mad enough to split. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
When!!
At this time, the Blue Soul Cauldron made a spacious sound suddenly, spreading a call throughout the mountains! Everyone was startled.
They thought it was the Sword Soul of someone breaking. Thinking carefully, if someone had indeed broken through, it would mean an unprecedented battle of life and death was about to unfold. The tension in the air was palpable, and all eyes were drawn to the unfolding chaos on the fencing stage.
Yao Manxue, realizing the precarious situation, clenched her fists. She understood that this was no ordinary fight; it was a fight for survival and reputation. With her heart racing, she summoned her inner strength, preparing to intervene if needed.
"Yun Xiao! Do you know what you're doing?" she shouted, her voice laced with authority. But deep down, she was worried about her son and the implications of this confrontation.
The crowd held its breath as Yun Xiao stepped closer, the energy surrounding him crackling with intensity. "I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied, his voice calm and resolute. "This is about more than just a fight. This is about proving that the Sword Pavilion is not to be underestimated."
As the air thickened with anticipation, the atmosphere shifted. Yao Zijin, bleeding and wounded, struggled to regain his composure. "You think you can just humiliate me and walk away?" he hissed, his voice strained. "I won't let this go!"
"You won't have a choice," Yun Xiao retorted. His sword gleamed ominously, reflecting the determination in his eyes. He was ready to finish this fight, and he knew it would send ripples throughout the Jianfeng community.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the arena, drawing everyone's attention. A massive figure appeared at the entrance, a towering elder from the Sword Pavilion, known for his unmatched prowess and fiery temperament. His presence commanded instant respect, silencing the crowd.
"Enough!" he bellowed, his voice like thunder. "This conflict ends here. We do not settle our differences in such a disgraceful manner!"
Yao Manxue felt a wave of relief wash over her. This elder was known to enforce discipline and order, and perhaps he could mediate the situation before it escalated further.
Yun Xiao, however, stood his ground. "Elder, I cannot back down now. This is about my honor and the honor of the Sword Pavilion."
The elder's gaze softened slightly as he studied Yun Xiao. He recognized the fire within the young disciple but knew that this was a delicate matter that could spark further conflict. "Your honor is important, but so is the unity of the Sword Pavilion. We cannot allow internal strife to weaken us."
With those words, the atmosphere shifted again. The crowd began to murmur, weighing the elder's authority against Yun Xiao's resolve. Would he heed the elder's call for unity, or would he pursue his desire for vengeance?
Yao Zijin, seizing the moment, attempted to rise, his pride pushing him forward despite the pain. "I challenge you, Yun Xiao! Fight me to the end, and let us see who the true disciple of the Sword Pavilion is!"
Yun Xiao hesitated, the challenge igniting a fire within him, but he could sense the elder's disapproval. The balance between honor and order hung precariously in the air.
"I will fight," Yun Xiao declared finally, his voice steady, "but it will be under the watchful eye of the elders. This fight will not end in shame for the Sword Pavilion."
The elder nodded, satisfied. "Very well. Let the duel commence, but remember: victory is not merely about defeating your opponent; it is about lifting the reputation of the Sword Pavilion as a whole."
With that, the tension in the arena reached a boiling point, and the spectators braced themselves for what was to come. Would Yun Xiao rise to the occasion and claim victory, or would Yao Zijin's tenacity prove to be too formidable? The fate of their honor hung in the balance, and the arena buzzed with anticipation for the imminent clash of wills.