In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

The enormous training ground was situated on a flat area in the center of the seven peaks of the Qingyun Sect, surrounded by towering grandstands capable of holding tens of thousands of people. At this moment, the grandstands were already packed, with disciples from different lineages dressed in different colored robes, sitting clearly in their respective areas, their voices of discussion and cheers blending together, creating an extremely enthusiastic atmosphere.

Wearing the distinctive moon-white robe of Tianya Peak and carrying the Tianya Sword on his back, Su Han slowly walked into the area where the Tianya Peak disciples were located. His gaze swept across the entire scene, and he couldn't help but be awestruck by the grand spectacle.

"Is this the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament? It is indeed spectacular."

"Junior Brother Su, over here." Elder Lin's voice came. Su Han looked in the direction of the voice and saw that although there were not many disciples from Tianya Peak, they were all full of energy and had sharp eyes. Elder Lin stood at the front, with Mu Qingxue and several other core disciples standing behind him.

Su Han walked to Elder Lin's side, cupped his hands and said, "Elder Lin, Senior Sister Mu."

Elder Lin looked at Su Han with satisfaction: "Not bad, your aura is steady and your sharpness is restrained. It seems you have made great progress this past month."

"There has been some progress," Su Han said modestly.

"The martial arts competition is about to begin." Elder Lin looked at the high platform in the center. "The sect leader and all the peak masters have arrived."

Su Han looked up and saw Yun Qingzi sitting in the main seat on the central platform, flanked by six figures with profound auras. Among them was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, with a sinister face and lightning-like eyes; he was none other than Ling Xiaotian, the peak master of Zixiao Peak. As if sensing Su Han's gaze, Ling Xiaotian also looked over, his eyes filled with a hint of coldness.

"That's the peak master of Zixiao Peak," Elder Lin said in a low voice. "Ling Tian is his son. Be careful."

Su Han nodded, her vigilance growing even stronger.

"quiet!"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the arena, instantly silencing all the noise. Yun Qingzi slowly rose, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall: "The Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament of the Qingyun Sect is a grand event of our sect's centennial celebration. Its purpose is to test the disciples' cultivation, exchange skills, and select the most talented. I hope all disciples will give their all and showcase the spirit of Qingyun!"

"This martial arts competition will consist of three rounds. The first round will be a free-for-all elimination. Eight hundred disciples will enter the 'Ten Thousand Swords Platform' together, and the first round will end when only one hundred people remain on the platform. Those who fall off the platform will be eliminated."

As Yun Qingzi finished speaking, the ground in the center of the martial arts arena slowly cracked open, and a huge circular arena slowly rose up. The surface of the arena was engraved with countless runes, emitting a faint light. It was the sect's treasure, the "Ten Thousand Swords Arena".

"Round One, Begin! All participating disciples, please come to the stage!"

With a command, eight hundred figures soared into the sky from all directions and landed on the Ten Thousand Swords Platform. Su Han flashed and landed at the edge of the arena as well.

"Form ranks!"

"Hold this corner!"

"Let's join forces to eliminate them first!"

As soon as they stepped onto the stage, shouts and cheers erupted. Many disciples quickly formed alliances, some in groups of three or five, others in groups of ten or more, clearly having come prepared. Meanwhile, some lone wolves quickly distanced themselves, cautiously observing their surroundings.

Su Han did not rush to make a move, but stood quietly at the edge of the arena, observing the situation. He noticed that the disciples of major sects such as Zixiao Peak and Chiyang Peak mostly acted in groups, while the disciples of Tianya Peak, although fewer in number, also formed a sword formation, supporting each other from all sides, and their defense was watertight.

"Clean up the small fry first!"

A loud shout rang out, and from the direction of Zixiao Peak, a disciple at the early stage of the Star Palace Realm made the first move. He swung his longsword, and a purple sword aura swept out, instantly blasting several disciples at the late stage of the Star Wheel Realm off the arena.

"It's Senior Brother Ling Tian from Zixiao Peak!"

"So powerful! Is this the strength of the Star Palace Realm?"

Ling Tian was tall and arrogant, his purple robes fluttering even without wind. His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the direction of the Tianya Peak disciples, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Tianya Peak? A bunch of trash, dare to participate in the martial arts competition?"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Tian moved, transforming into a streak of purple lightning and charging towards the Tianya Peak disciples. At the same time, more than a dozen Zixiao Peak disciples behind him also attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of sword energy and palm strikes upon the Tianya Peak sword formation. "Not good! Zixiao Peak is targeting us!"

"Defense with all your might!"

The disciples of Tianya Peak paled, their sword formations blazing brightly as they attempted to defend themselves. However, Ling Tian's strength was too great; wherever the purple sword energy passed, the Tianya Peak disciples' sword formations trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.

"Ling Tian! You've gone too far!"

A clear shout rang out, and an icy blue sword aura appeared out of nowhere, blocking Ling Tian's attack. Mu Qingxue, holding a long sword, stood in front of the Tianya Peak disciple, her gaze coldly fixed on Ling Tian.

"Mu Qingxue?" A hint of apprehension flashed in Ling Tian's eyes, followed by a cold laugh. "What, you want to protect them? Too bad, you can only protect them for a while, not forever. In this first round, at least half of Tianya Peak will be eliminated!"

"You can try." Mu Qingxue pointed her long sword diagonally, and a chill permeated the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you first, then that bunch of trash!" Ling Tian sneered, his longsword blazing with purple light as a thick purple lightning sword aura slashed towards Mu Qingxue.

"A thousand miles frozen over!"

Mu Qingxue swung her longsword, and the icy blue sword energy transformed into a sky full of snow and ice, colliding fiercely with the purple lightning.

"boom!"

A massive explosion resounded throughout the arena, sending shockwaves surging and several nearby disciples blasted off the stage. The power of a battle between Star Palace Realm experts was terrifying.

Su Han's eyes narrowed. Both Ling Tian and Mu Qingxue were at the early stage of the Star Palace Realm, but Ling Tian was clearly more adept at offense, while Mu Qingxue leaned towards defense and control. For a short time, the two were evenly matched, but the other disciples of Tianya Peak were locked in a fierce battle. The disciples of Zixiao Peak were numerous and powerful, and although the Tianya Peak disciples formed a defensive formation, they were still being pushed back steadily.

"We have to take action."

Without further hesitation, Su Han moved, transforming into a streak of light and rushing into the battle.

"Junior Brother Su, be careful!" a disciple from Tianya Peak exclaimed. "Zixiao Peak has the numbers and strength!"

"It's alright." Su Han said calmly, drawing his Tianya Sword from its sheath.

"Om-"

A resounding sword cry echoed, and an incomparably sharp sword intent soared into the sky. Su Han did not use his star power; relying solely on his physical strength and swordsmanship, the Tianya Sword traced a mysterious trajectory.

"Puff puff!"

The three Zixiao Peak disciples who were besieging the Tianya Peak disciples felt a sharp pain in their wrists, their longswords flew out of their hands, and they were sent flying backwards, crashing off the arena.

"what?!"

Everyone around was shocked. Su Han's move was too fast; they hadn't even seen how he drew his sword.

"It's Su Han! Su Han who inherited the Tianya Sword!"

"Such powerful swordsmanship! Isn't he only at the Star Wheel Realm? How can he be so strong?"

Ignoring the murmurs of the crowd, Su Han moved again. He weaved through the crowd like a ghost, each strike of his sword repelling a disciple of Zixiao Peak. His swordsmanship was not flashy, but incredibly precise; each strike targeted the opponent's weakness, achieving maximum results with minimal cost.

"Form the formation! Trapped him!" (End of Chapter)