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Su Han did not answer, but drew his sword and slashed again. This time, the sword light contained a more resolute intent, which was the "Heaven-Opening" sword intent.

Ghost Shadow hurriedly raised his sword to block, but in such a rush, how could he possibly withstand Su Han's full-force sword strike?
clang!
The black sword flew out of his hand, and the ghostly figure coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

Su Han stepped forward, sword in hand, the tip pointed at the ghost's throat: "Admit defeat, or die?"

The ghostly figure's face was contorted with rage, a mad glint in its eyes: "You want me to admit defeat? Dream on!"

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence transformed into a blood mist, enveloping his entire body. The next moment, his aura surged, and he actually broke through to the Star Realm!
"The Blood Burning Secret Technique!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

The Blood Burning Technique is a self-destructive evil art that uses the burning of one's life essence to temporarily boost one's cultivation level. However, the price is enormous; at best, one's cultivation level will regress, and at worst, one will perish on the spot.

The ghost is going all out!

The oppressive aura of the Star Realm spread out, and even with the array separating them, the audience below the stage felt their hearts pound.

Su Han's expression was solemn as he gripped the Tianya Sword tightly. He had no chance against a Star Realm expert. But admitting defeat was out of the question.

"Su Han, crush the teleportation talisman!" Elder Li's anxious voice came from below the stage.

But Su Han seemed not to hear him. He took a deep breath and slowly raised the Tianya Sword.

A faint ripple emanated from the sword, and Yuheng's voice echoed in his mind: "Su Han, let me handle this."

"Senior sister, you..."

"Although I am weak, dealing with a Star Realm cultivator who has forcibly increased their power through secret techniques is still not a problem." Yuheng's voice carried a hint of fatigue. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Su Han hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The next moment, a vast sword intent awakened from the Tianya Sword. This sword intent was majestic and righteous, sharing the same origin as yesterday's Compassionate Sword Intent, but it was even more powerful and profound.

Su Han's aura also surged, and although he had not yet reached the Star Realm, he was already quite formidable.

"This is..." The ghost's pupils shrank sharply.

"cut."

Su Han uttered a single word softly, and the Tianya Sword slowly slashed down.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling sword light. This sword strike was ordinary, yet it seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe.

The ghostly figure tried to dodge, but found that the surrounding space seemed to have frozen, and he couldn't move. He tried to block, but found that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift it at all.

They could only watch helplessly as the sword fell.

The sword fell, and the people were separated.

The ghostly figure's body split open, but no blood flowed out. From the crack, countless black wisps of energy dissipated, emitting mournful cries, before finally vanishing into the world.

The Blood Burning Secret Technique was forcibly interrupted, and Ghost Shadow's cultivation level receded like a tide, instantly plummeting to the early stage of the Star Palace Realm. Moreover, his foundation was completely destroyed, and he would never be able to make any further progress in this life.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

Su Han sheathed her sword, didn't even glance at him, and turned to leave the stage.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by that sword strike. That strike had transcended the realm of mere techniques and touched the very edge of the "Tao."

"This child is extraordinary," Master Ziyang murmured on the high platform.

The other elders also looked solemn, their gazes towards Su Han carrying a deeper meaning.

Ye Wuhen and Mu Qingxue came forward and asked with concern, "Junior Brother Su, are you alright?"

Su Han shook his head, his face somewhat pale. That sword strike, though seemingly effortless, had actually consumed a great deal of energy. Not only his star power, but also his mental strength. Moreover, Senior Sister Yuheng had used up her already limited divine soul power to help him, and was now in a deep sleep. "I just need to recuperate for a bit," Su Han said, sitting cross-legged and taking a pill.

Ye Wuhen and Mu Qingxue stood guard on either side, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

After this battle, no one dared to challenge Su Han anymore. On the seventh arena, the other eight people looked at each other, and finally tacitly chose to challenge each other, excluding Su Han.

Su Han was happy to have some free time and focused on regulating his breathing.

The rest of the match proceeded uneventfully.

Although Ye Wuhen was still recovering from his injuries, he was, after all, a core disciple of the Qingyun Sect and possessed considerable strength, easily defending the arena. Mu Qingxue also successfully advanced thanks to her exquisite formation.

On other arenas, strong contenders also emerged. Several of them caught Su Han's attention.

On the first arena, a young man in a blue robe carrying a long spear moved with the speed and agility of a dragon, defeating his opponent within ten moves, his strength unfathomable. From the surrounding chatter, this man was named "Zhao Wuji," from the number one sect in the Eastern Region, the "Tian Shu Sect," and was a favorite to win this tournament.

On the third arena, a veiled woman in white, her swordsmanship ethereal and otherworldly, seemed like a celestial being descended to earth. Her opponents often fell before they could even discern her moves. This woman's origins were shrouded in mystery; no one knew her true nature.

On arena number five, a bald, muscular man, practicing Buddhist body-refining techniques, stood unscathed from his opponent's attacks, sending him crashing off the stage with a single punch. This man was from the "Vajra Sect," and his Buddhist name was "Xuan Kong."

"The Eastern Region truly produces a wealth of talented individuals," Ye Wuhen exclaimed.

Mu Qingxue nodded: "That Zhao Wuji is probably already at the Star Realm. The Tian Shu Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect in the Eastern Region, with profound foundations."

Su Han's gaze fell on the woman in white. For some reason, this woman gave him a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it." He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The ten rounds of competition quickly came to an end. The top ten were determined, with Qingyun Sect taking three spots, making them the biggest winner. Tian Shu Sect had two, Jingang Sect had one, Feiyu Sect had one, and the remaining three came from small and medium-sized sects.

Master Ziyang stepped onto the stage again and announced, "The top ten have been determined. Tomorrow, the battle for the top five will take place. That's all for today. Everyone, go back and get some rest."

The crowd dispersed, but the discussion about today's battle had only just begun.

Su Han's sword strike has become the focus of everyone's discussion. There are many geniuses who can fight beyond their level, but to severely injure a Star Realm cultivator who is using the Blood Burning Secret Technique with a single sword strike while only having the cultivation of a Star Palace Realm cultivator is truly astonishing.

Many people have begun to inquire about Su Han's background. When they learned that he came from the Qingyun Sect and had only been a member for three years, they were even more shocked.

"If this child doesn't die young, he will surely become a great figure in the future." This is the consensus of everyone.

However, some people looked at Su Han with a different kind of meaning.

Night falls at Qingyun Courtyard.

Su Han was adjusting her breathing in her room when suddenly a thought struck her, and she opened her eyes.

A dark shadow flashed past the window.

"Who?" Su Han asked in a low voice, the Tianya Sword already in his hand.

There was no response. But Su Han could feel a chilling aura locking onto him.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The courtyard was silent, and the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the ground.

"Since you're here, why hide your identity?" Su Han said calmly.

"Your senses are quite sharp." A hoarse voice came from the shadows.

The next moment, three dark figures appeared from three directions, surrounding Su Han. All three were dressed in black robes, exuding a chilling aura, and originated from the same source as the ghostly figures from earlier that day.

"The Heart-Eating Sword Sect is truly a persistent ghost," Su Han sneered. (End of Chapter)