BANG!
A massive boulder in the distance was blasted apart, shattering into pieces from the force of the Primordial Qi.
"Who are you?" Gu Xu steadied himself, his brow furrowed as he stared at the man holding a giant saber. A thought suddenly struck him. "You’re Tu Bai?"
Tu Bai bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Not so fast! I’m also very interested in the Martial Arts Dao Pattern from this Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. If you want it, you’ll have to get through me first!"
"You dare to stand in the way of the Taiyi Pavilion? I think you’re courting death," Huang Zhentian couldn’t help but sneer.
Zhu Yan walked up, fanning himself, and said with a light chuckle, "We’ve already decided how to divide things. If Brother Tu desires a Martial Art, there will surely be one you fancy later on."
Tu Bai shook his head vehemently, pointing at the slowly fading Dao Pattern in the sky. "No way. I’ve set my sights on this Saber Technique. No one is taking it from me."
"Hmph. Then we’ll let our blades do the talking," Gu Xu said, wasting no more words as he drew the saber from his waist.
"Fine!"
Tu Bai let out a wild roar, tightening his grip on his saber and swinging it down at Gu Xu.
A colossal wave of Saber Qi surged from the void, its tyrannical power shaking everyone to their core.
Gu Xu didn’t dare to underestimate the attack. Gripping his saber hilt with both hands, he moved to meet the blow.
A moment later, the two were locked in an increasingly fierce battle.
Throughout the fight, Tu Bai remained composed and seemingly at ease, while beads of sweat slowly formed on Gu Xu’s forehead.
"Quick, comprehend the Mid-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art!"
Watching the intense clash between the two men, the crowd grew excited, their blood pumping. Someone shouted—no one knew who—and all eyes immediately locked onto the cyan Dao Pattern up ahead.
WHOOSH!
The Great Wilderness Ancient Stele pulsed again, and several more Dao Patterns materialized.
"This High-Level King Grade Martial Art is ours, the Flowing Cloud Sect!"
"And we, the Celestial Sea Hall, will be taking this Mid-Level King Grade Martial Art!"
Meanwhile, Weii Xiaoxiao said nothing, her body already streaking toward the sole green Dao Pattern—a Junior-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art.
But Weii Xiaoxiao suddenly saw a bronze chain, thrown by Jun Buwu, hurtling toward her. It faintly shimmered as it sliced through the air with a series of WHOOSHING sounds.
"Jun Buwu, you’re asking to die!" Weii Xiaoxiao roared, her eyes glinting with cold light.
Jun Buwu remained unmoved, channeling his power into the chain. It began to spin like a whirlwind, tearing at the surrounding air and stirring up a furious gale.
...
"Senior Brother Zhong, we’re here."
"Senior Brother Jiekong."
At that moment, Fangg Xin, Ring Spirit, Fang Yu, and others arrived one after another before the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele, while Liu Jingwen, Pei Yuan, and Yanr Yuhuan slipped unnoticed into the crowd.
Zhong Tiandao nodded, his gaze shifting to the members of the Celestial Profound Sect. He chuckled. "The people from the Celestial Profound Sect sure know how to stay patient."
"They lack courage," Jiekong said, shaking his head with his palms pressed together.
Zhong Tiandao inclined his head, then looked toward Hankong and Muxue. ’Those two are the only ones whose strength I need to be wary of. The rest are no match for me...’
The Great Wilderness Ancient Stele erupted like a geyser, spewing forth several more Martial Arts Dao Patterns. The multi-colored patterns hovered in the air, and dozens of people once again charged toward the ancient monument.
Instantly, the scene erupted into a fever pitch.
Lin Hu suddenly detected a familiar scent in the air. He looked closely. They were... pear blossoms.
"Sima Feng!"
Lin Hu roared.
Lin Hu’s sudden shout startled the crowd, who also now noticed the Pear Blossom Rain drifting down from the sky.
In the distance, two figures, one black and one white, soared through the air.
The white figure accelerated, resembling a white Rapid Fire Meteor. A glint of gold could be seen at his waist, and as he drew closer, the onlookers felt their hearts begin to pound violently.
"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique: Proud Sword!"
A golden Sword Aura shot out from the white figure’s waist. A dazzling light erupted, and within its glow, everyone’s breathing grew ragged as they stared intently at the Sword Aura.
The white figure crossed a distance of several dozen feet in the blink of an eye.
Lin Hu’s face paled in horror. Standing in its path, he knew better than anyone how sharp that Sword Aura was. He unleashed his Fist Force to its absolute limit, and rolling waves of fire, dozens of feet long, erupted from his body with astonishing power.
"Dark Fire Polaris!"
His flaming fist met the whistling Sword Aura, creating an earth-shattering roar.
BOOM!
The Fist Force and Sword Aura collided violently, and the surrounding scree trembled and slid down, forming a small landslide.
The white figure landed lightly, his expression calm and indifferent.
Lin Hu, however, was thrown back several dozen steps, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious to everyone who was stronger.
The crowd couldn’t help but stare at the white-robed figure. Upon closer inspection, they saw he was wearing the attire of the Celestial Profound Sect.
"Wen Qingye! That’s Wen Qingye!" Li Da shouted upon seeing the white-robed figure.
What!?
The crowd was stunned. Thousands of pairs of eyes turned in unison to stare at Wen Qingye.
Su Zixin watched Wen Qingye and pouted. "Hmph. It’s only been a few days, and he’s already turned into a Phoenix."
Liiu Han nodded and sighed. "It’s true. It’s only been a few months, but not only has his power skyrocketed, his fame has grown with it."
Just then, the black figure from behind shot forward.
Sima Feng’s eyes, fixed on Lin Hu, flashed with a cold light. With a flick of his cape, he closed in on Lin Hu without slowing his pace.
Lin Hu had just taken a blow from Wen Qingye’s sword and was still unsteady. Seeing Sima Feng bearing down on him, he was filled with terror and desperately tried to gather his Primordial Qi to protect his vital points.
With a flick of his wrist, Sima Feng drew his Cyan Peak Dagger. His entire body seemed to dissolve into a wisp of smoke, vanishing from everyone’s sight for an instant.
"Cyan Blade Smokeless!"
In a flash, by the time the crowd recovered their wits, Sima Feng was already at Lin Hu’s side, a cyan glow seemingly materializing in his hand.
PFFT!
The crowd then heard the sharp sound of metal slicing into flesh.
The light in Lin Hu’s eyes gradually faded, and his body fell to the ground with a THUD.
One of the members of the Heaven-Burying Sect leaped out and bellowed at Sima Feng, "Sima Feng, you dare to commit insubordination and kill Master Lin?"
A sinister smile played on Sima Feng’s lips as he replied nonchalantly, "So what? From the moment I left the Heaven-Burying Sect, I cut all ties. If you insist on there being a connection, then let it be this: from that moment on, I will kill every member of the Heaven-Burying Sect I see."
The onlookers were all stunned.
"I never would have thought that someone so carefree and unbound would have such deep ties to the Heaven-Burying Sect."
"Wen Qingye!"
Just then, a furious roar echoed from the distance.
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