In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Lin Xuan looked at Su Han for a long time, then sighed, "I knew I couldn't persuade you. Fine, it's your own choice. But Junior Brother Su, no matter what, survival comes first. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."

"I understand, thank you, Senior Brother Lin."

After Lin Xuan left, Su Han closed his eyes again to regulate his breathing.

But his heart could not find peace.

Ye Lingxiao...

Just how strong is this legendary opponent?
What are my chances of winning against him?

No, we shouldn't be thinking about the odds of winning.

Su Han shook his head, trying to dispel his distracting thoughts.

This battle is not about victory or defeat, nor about honor, but about proving the way of the sword and seeking that sliver of opportunity for a breakthrough.

As for the demonic seed... perhaps, under extreme pressure between life and death, a solution can be found.

"To be reborn from the ashes..." Su Han murmured to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.

……

For the next two days, Su Han did not leave the meditation room.

While healing his wounds, he reviewed his battle with Lu Ming, pondering the gains and losses, and refining his swordsmanship.

At the same time, he was also trying various methods to stabilize the Star Seal.

However, the results were not ideal.

The cracks in the seal continued to widen, and the demonic seed's restlessness intensified. Several times, while cultivating late at night, Su Han nearly had his mind corrupted by the demonic seed and fallen into the demonic path.

"Time is running out..."

On the morning of the third day, Su Han opened his eyes and looked at the flickering star mark on his chest, his heart heavy.

There are at most seven days left.

Seven days later, the seal broke, and the demonic seed erupted.

At that point, he will either be completely corrupted by the demonic seed and transformed into a monster that only knows how to kill; or he will exhaust his life force in the fight and die.

"We must find a breakthrough opportunity in our battle with Ye Lingxiao!"

Su Han took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the quiet room.

Today is the second match of the semifinals, a duel between him and Ye Lingxiao.

Although his injuries had not healed and the seal was unstable, his eyes were brighter and more determined than ever before.

Central Square.

When Su Han appeared, all eyes were instantly drawn to him.

After his battle with Lu Ming, no one dared to underestimate this young man from the Qingyun Sect. Everyone wanted to know how far this dark horse, who had created miracles one after another, could go when facing the biggest favorite, Ye Lingxiao.

"Su Han's condition... doesn't seem to be very good."

"His face was pale and his breathing was somewhat weak. It seems that the battle with Lu Ming has taken a heavy toll on him."

"What a pity. If he were at his peak, he might have been able to compete with Ye Lingxiao. Now..."

"Making it to the semi-finals is already quite good."

Amidst the murmurs, Su Han stepped onto the arena.

Ye Lingxiao was already waiting there on the opposite side.

This was a seemingly ordinary young man, around twenty years old, dressed in a plain white robe, with delicate features and a gentle demeanor, resembling a well-read scholar rather than a peerless genius renowned throughout the Eastern Region.

But Su Han's pupils contracted slightly.

He couldn't sense any powerful aura from Ye Lingxiao; it was as if the other party was just an ordinary person.

But it was precisely this "ordinariness" that made Su Han wary.

Returning to simplicity.

This demonstrates that one's swordsmanship has reached an extremely high level.

"Qingyun Sect, Su Han." Ye Lingxiao smiled and nodded, his tone calm. "I watched your battle with Lu Ming. Your sword is very interesting."

"The Ye family, Ye Lingxiao." Su Han returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"You don't seem to be in good shape." Ye Lingxiao's gaze swept over Su Han, as if he could see through the unstable aura within him and the faint fluctuations of demonic energy in his chest. "Do you need to rest for a while?"

"No need," Su Han shook his head. "Please."

"it is good."

Ye Lingxiao said no more, and his right hand made a grasping motion. An ancient longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword was three feet and three inches long, entirely silver-white, with no patterns on the blade and no luster on the edge; it looked extremely ordinary.

But the moment the sword appeared, Su Han's hair stood on end.

Danger!

Extreme danger!
This seemingly ordinary sword posed a threat to him that was more than ten times stronger than Lu Ming's Burning Heaven True Fire!
"This sword is named 'Dustless.' It has been with me for fifteen years, never suffering a defeat." Ye Lingxiao gently stroked the sword's blade, his tone calm. "Su Han, where is your sword?"

Su Han slowly drew his longsword.

Compared to "Dustless", his sword seemed ordinary, even somewhat shabby.

"The sword is named 'Qingfeng,' forged from ordinary iron. It has been with me for three years, slaying demons, vanquishing monsters, and defeating enemies," Su Han said calmly.

"A fine sword," Ye Lingxiao praised. "The sword's worth is not in its name, but in the person who wields it."

The two fell silent, simply gazing at each other.

The audience was silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this epic showdown to begin.

"The match begins!"

The elder's voice broke the silence.

However, neither of them moved on the stage.

Ye Lingxiao stood with his sword in hand, his aura steady, as if he were one with heaven and earth.

Su Han also stood still, but faint starlight began to appear around him, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

Thirty breaths.

Neither of them made a move.

However, the cultivators with higher cultivation levels below the stage all became serious.

"They're having a swordsmanship contest!"

"Although he hasn't moved, his sword intent has already been unleashed!"

"What terrifying sword intent..."

On the high platform, the Yunlan Sect Master said solemnly, "Ye Lingxiao's sword intent has reached the pinnacle, perfectly harmonious and flawless, and is invincible. Although Su Han's sword intent is refined, it is not yet perfect, and he is half a step behind in terms of realm."

“However,” a glint of light flashed in Yun Lan’s eyes, “Su Han’s sword intent seems to contain some kind of special power… even I can’t see through it.”

On the arena.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Su Han's forehead.

Under the shroud of Ye Lingxiao's flawless sword intent, he felt as if he were in a quagmire, making every breath difficult. What was even more terrifying was that Ye Lingxiao's sword intent contained a state of "purity," as if it could purify all impurities in the world.

Under this "dustless" state of mind, his Starlight Sword Intent began to tremble slightly, showing signs of dissipation.

"This can't go on..."

Su Han knew that if he continued to compete in sword intent like this, he would undoubtedly lose.

We must take the initiative and break the deadlock!

"Om-!"

Su Han's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sword cry as it suddenly thrust out!
This sword strike was simple and unadorned.

But the moment the sword was drawn, Su Han's body shone brightly, as if he had transformed into a falling star, carrying an indomitable momentum as he thrust straight at Ye Lingxiao!
"Good timing."

Ye Lingxiao chuckled and lightly slashed with his Wuchen Sword.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

The tips of the two swords stopped three inches apart.

It was as if an invisible barrier stood between the two swords.

No, it's not a barrier.

It was Ye Lingxiao's "Dustless" sword intent that formed an absolute "purification domain," completely dissolving and dissolving Su Han's Starlight Sword Intent.

"My sword intent can purify all 'impurities' in the world," Ye Lingxiao said calmly. "Your starlight, though special, is still something that 'exists.' As long as it 'exists,' it falls within my purification scope." (End of Chapter)