Immortals of the End Times

Several days later, in a secret room in the Yang family's ancestral home.

Zhao Wuji, in the form of Yang Xiong, a clone of the demon tree, strolled out of the secret chamber with his hands behind his back, his body exuding a chilling demonic aura.

Upon seeing this, the eleventh demon prince, who had been waiting for several days, immediately bowed and paid his respects, a hint of barely perceptible joy flashing in his eyes: "It seems that senior has already consumed the blood of the Nine Nether True Demon, and his injuries must have been healed?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Wuji's clone suddenly raised his left arm, and the magic patterns on the entire arm instantly surged.

But then, he saw layers of hideous, bluish-purple scales covering his arms, his five fingers twisted into sharp bone claws, and a monstrous demonic aura sweeping across the entire hall: "This generous gift from the Bone Nether Demon Lord is truly wonderful!"

"Demonic transformation!!"

The eleventh demon prince's pupils contracted slightly, a secret delight in his heart: "This old bastard... he really couldn't resist temptation! He's become so thoroughly demonized."

He became even more respectful, feigning kindness as he reminded, "Congratulations on regaining your peak combat power, senior."

This Nine Nether True Demon Blood is a treasure of my Demon Palace, but consuming it will also cause one to be troubled by demonic nature. I urge you, senior…

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Xiong interrupted him with a loud laugh: "Nephew, no need to say more! How could I not know the secrets of this power?"

As he spoke, he flicked his demonic arm and crushed the lamppost three zhang away from a distance, revealing a sinister smile amidst the flying sparks: "But this power... is truly irresistible!"

Now, with the bloodline of Xiang Yu in my right arm and the demonic blood in my left, I am virtually invincible!

Eleventh Demon Prince lowered his head to hide the mockery in his eyes, thinking to himself that the more this old scoundrel indulged in his obsession now, the more miserable he would be when he became his father's demonic puppet in the future.

Little did they know that the person before them was no longer Yang Xiong himself, and they would never have imagined that beneath that overwhelming demonic aura lay a cold, double-pupiled gaze.

"These eleven demon princes and the Bone Nether Demon Lord are all harboring ulterior motives."

Inside the Qilin Sword Sect, Zhao Wuji had a faint smile on his lips. Through the perspective of his clone technique, he watched as the demon tree clone and the eleven demon sons transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the distance before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

"The Greatest Swordsman Tournament of the Nine Provinces"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming. "The day of the finals is approaching. I need to make some more preparations and then I should set off."

With a flick of his sleeve, he stepped into the First Heavenly Realm.

...

Inside the Pot Heaven space, the young apprentice Xiaoyue was diligently collecting herbs and preparing medicinal powder.

Beside the wine cellar, Xiao Ya, who had just returned from visiting her family in Xuan Kingdom, was making hand seals, with spiritual patterns flowing from her fingertips, pouring buckets of demon blood into an ancient cauldron.

The three characters "Drunken Immortal Brew" engraved on the body of the ancient cauldron gleamed faintly.

The blood wine inside the cauldron churned and condensed into the shape of stars, which was the ancient brewing technique of "Starry Night Brewing".

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji appear, Xiao Ya immediately stopped her magic spell and bowed gracefully: "My lord, the blood of those Nascent Soul Realm demons that you left behind last time has been brewed into ninety-six jars of 'Blood Spirit Brew'. According to the grade you set, it should be classified as a treasure wine."

She lightly tapped a row of jade jars not far away with her slender finger, the jars faintly revealing blood-red patterns: "As for the 'Starry Night Wine' brewed from the blood of the Pig King and the resin of the Purple Locust Tree, it has also been made."

As she spoke, she walked over and removed the seal from a jar.

In an instant, the aroma of wine condensed into a phantom image of pig teeth, tumbling in the air for three breaths before dissipating. "This servant dares to taste it, and it should already surpass the category of earth-treasure wine. It may be beneficial to your cultivation, but this servant is somewhat unable to hold her liquor!"

"Haha, then you need to practice more."

Zhao Wuji nodded and laughed, teasing the little girl's rosy face before turning his gaze to the center of the Yin Sha Spring pool not far away.

What was originally the size of a tabletop wine fungus has now spread into a crimson carpet several feet in diameter, with demonic energy approaching the eighth level of Qi Refining flowing between the mycelium.

Each breath-like rise and fall of the mushroom absorbs and condenses the surrounding alcoholic aroma, causing patterns resembling wine ripples to appear on the surface of the cap.

Although this wine fungus cultivates slowly, it is not even as fast as the two girls, Xiaoya and Xiaoyue.

But the wine secreted today is not what it used to be.

Most of the wine is as clear as gold, exuding a spiritual aura, and has reached the level of "Golden Goblet Treasure Wine".

A few are even as solid as amber, with naturally occurring spiritual patterns, reaching the level of "Human Treasure Wine".

"pity."

Zhao Wuji sighed softly, his divine sense sweeping across the mushroom cap, sensing the rich aroma of wine flowing within. "In the end, it still lacks a bit of skill, making it difficult to brew a celestial wine of the Heavenly Treasure level."

Wine is the essence of time.

The exquisite brew of Tianbao Wine may require a thousand years of aging and spiritual essence; it cannot be achieved overnight.

but
His gaze shifted to the neatly arranged jade jars in the wine cellar.

These precious wines, brewed with the blood of powerful demons or even demon kings, are of a grade that surpasses even the category of earth-treasure wines.

"These spiritual wines will be enough for the future. My spiritual aptitude will remain stable at the pinnacle of purple light, and I can also use the wine to aid my cultivation."

Zhao Wuji casually picked up a jar of "Lion's Nest Brew" and drank it down in one gulp.

The wine entered my throat and instantly transformed into a surging torrent, washing over my limbs and bones, its aroma filling the air.

Then take a hangover sedative.

The supreme spiritual qualities of the purple light on its back, nourished by this spiritual wine, became even more solid and crystalline.

He casually tossed the wine jar aside.

Zhao Wuji returned to the pavilion, sat down on the floor, and began to cultivate and consolidate his power, his body surging with bloodthirsty energy.

Zhongzhou, outside the White Jade Sword Tower.

The towering sword peaks stand like a forest, their summits all leveled and transformed into sword-fighting arenas.

At this moment, sword energy surged everywhere, and sword light shone like a rainbow.

Numerous sword cultivators stood in mid-air, some fighting and some observing, and the entire sky above the eight immortal peaks of the White Jade Sword Tower was filled with sharp sword intent.

"Zheng!!"

A burst of sword energy and thunderous sound suddenly exploded.

On a certain sword peak, a disciple of the Flying Snow Sword Sect drew his sword, and the falling snowflakes condensed into sword shadows.

He instantly shattered his opponent's protective sword aura, causing an uproar among the onlookers.

"Liu Wuxue, the 'Frost Sword' of the Flying Snow Sword Sect, truly lives up to his reputation!"

"This sword strike is already close to the power of a Golden Core cultivator! This person is only at the peak of the Spirit Condensation stage."

On another sword peak, the sword cultivator from Kuanglan Sword Sect let out a wild laugh, wielding his heavy sword in a sweeping motion. The sword energy was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, directly blasting his opponent hundreds of feet away, crashing into the mountain wall.

"Chu Canglan, the 'Raging Sea Sword' of the Mad Wave Sword Sect, his sword control technique is indeed unparalleled!"

"This sword strike would likely defeat even an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator with a single blow, and they wouldn't dare to take it head-on!"

The onlookers were abuzz with discussion, their gazes burning with fervor.

On the central sword peak, a towering sword wall stands, reaching into the clouds.

Nine names shone brightly on it, forming the seed list for the upcoming Kyushu First Sword Cultivator Tournament.

Baiyu Sword Tower, Jade Sword Immortal, Bai Wuxia
Tianjing Sect, Tianjing Sword Master, Xiao Xuan

Flying Snow Sword Sect - Snow Soul Sword - Cold Frost
Qilin Sword Sect - Heavenly Qilin - Zhao Wuji
Kuanglan Sword Studio - Fury Sea Sword - Chu Canglan
Seven Cultivation Demon Sword Sect - Demon Sword - Sealing Evil

Duan Chen, Tianjianzi, Tianshan Sword Sect

Immortal Saint Sect, Holy Sword Master, Lin Dengxian

Huaihai Sword Island, Mountain Sword Master, Mountain Zhihui
The names of the nine people are like nine peerless swords, their sharpness fully revealed, awe-inspiring to all directions.

"These nine people are all top-tier sword cultivators in the Golden Core realm, especially Xiao Xuan, the Heavenly Crystal Sword Master, and Lin Dengxian, the Holy Sword Envoy, who are said to have reached the late Golden Core stage and possess incredibly formidable combat power!"

"Zhao Wuji, the Heavenly Qilin of the Qilin Sword Sect, should not be underestimated either. He has killed several Golden Core Demon Kings in succession. He is probably the biggest favorite to win the Sword Tournament this time!"

"Not necessarily! It is said that Xiao Xuan of the Heavenly Crystal Sect has already mastered the 'Heavenly Crystal Sword Body,' making his sword strikes as clear as crystal and indestructible!"

"Feng Xie of the Seven Demon Sword Sect is even more terrifying. This person came from the Hewai Liezhou. There is only one such person in the entire province. It is said that he has refined seven demon swords into one body. When he draws his sword, it will surely drink blood!"

"Leng Wushuang of the Flying Snow Sword Sect is no pushover either; she comprehended the sword light splitting technique a long time ago!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their eyes scanning the names of the nine individuals with a mixture of awe and burning fighting spirit.

In the crowd, Ji Mobai looked up at the three characters "Zhao Wuji" on the sword wall, his heart surging with emotion.

"Master Zhao... to stand out among so many geniuses in the Nine Provinces and be listed among the sword prodigies, he is truly formidable."

He murmured softly, his eyes filled with admiration.

Beside him, four sword attendants stood with their swords, proudly discussing amongst themselves.

"At this Sword Cultivation Tournament, the name of Prince Sword has already shaken the entire Nine Provinces!"

"This time will surely be the moment when Sword Master ascends to the top! As Sword Attendants, we will surely rise with him."

Ji Mobai took a deep breath, gripped the long sword in his hand, and sighed inwardly: "Back when I was still in the Linlang Cave Heaven, I had a sword duel with Master Zhao. At that time, the gap between us wasn't that big."

Who could have imagined that he had reached such heights…

This is perhaps the only sensational story he can still tell now.

Back in the day, he was a sword genius who could spar with the Heavenly Qilin.

right now
"boom!"

Above a sword-fighting platform on the central sword peak, a dazzling sword light fell like a meteor, instantly defeating a sword cultivator on the opposite side.

As the sword light dissipated, a figure was revealed atop the sword peak.

Kong Jingxian stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind, a flying sword spinning in front of him, a wisp of cold light still lingering on its blade.

Opposite him, a disciple of the White Jade Sword Pavilion staggered back several steps, his clothes torn by the sword energy, revealing a shallow bloodstain, clearly defeated decisively.

"Concession."

Kong Jingxian spoke calmly, but instead of sheathing his sword, he slightly raised the blade and glanced at the many spectators below the stage.

This gesture is clearly a signal—next challenger, come on stage!

"Hiss! Kong Jingxian, I've forgotten about this person."

The cultivators in the surrounding stands all changed color.

Only then did he suddenly remember that the person in front of him was the former number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect. Even though he was now ranked second, his strength was still unfathomable!

"Kong Jingxian... judging from his appearance, is he planning to fight Lien Chan?"

"As expected of a top swordsman from the Qilin Sword Sect, this confidence is truly domineering!"

"This is nothing to him. Even among the nine people on the Sword Wall, probably half of them wouldn't be able to defeat him!"

Discussions arose, and many cultivators looked on with burning eyes, both amazed by Kong Jingxian's strength and looking forward to the upcoming sword duel.

Kong Jingxian ignored the reactions of the crowd and looked past the layers of sword peaks, landing on the central sword wall.

There, nine names shone brightly, but the three characters "Zhao Wuji" stood out even more!

“Zhao Wuji…”

Kong Jingxian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the image of the figure who had spent six days comprehending the sword and mastering ten thousand techniques with a single sword in front of the Asking Heaven Cliff in the past Qilin Sword Valley involuntarily appeared in his mind.

One sword, ten thousand techniques!
Zhao Wuji has already entered this realm, and his sword control skills have reached their peak. He has almost secured the title of the number one swordsman in the Nine Provinces!
"unless……"

Kong Jingxian pursed her lips, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Unless he can also break through and comprehend the myriad techniques of the One Sword!
or……

His gaze swept across the sword wall, finally settling on the names of the two sword disciples from the Immortal Saint Sect and the Heavenly Crystal Sect.

"Perhaps only these two people have the chance to reach this realm, given the profound heritage and teachings of their sects that can nurture and guide them..."

As for the others?
Kong Jingxian felt that it was probably impossible!
Just then, another swordsman from the White Jade Sword Pavilion stepped onto the stage, glaring angrily and shouting, "Kong Jingxian! You injured my junior brother just now, and today I will avenge you!"

"Noisy!"

Before he finished speaking, Kong Jingxian raised his eyes slightly and drew a sword with his finger.

"laugh!"

A beam of sword light suddenly split, like a cold star piercing the sky, and instantly stabbed into the sword cultivator's chest.

The swordsman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hastily parried with his sword. However, the sword light followed him like a shadow, easily breaking through his defense and leaving a shallow bloodstain on his chest. He was then blasted off the stage by a gentle sword aura.

"next."

Kong Jingxian spoke indifferently, not even bothering to glance at the defeated man.

The cultivators below the stage were in an uproar, both amazed by his strength and shocked by his domineering manner.

Not far away, on the Sword Viewing Platform.

A young man with an eerie expression raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his scarlet tongue lightly licking his lips, and his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Kong Jingxian... merely ranked second in the Qilin Sword Sect, yet he already possesses such strength." He murmured to himself, his gaze as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

"Then, what about Zhao Wuji, who is even stronger than Kong Jingxian?"

"This is really...exciting."

Before the words were even finished, a beam of sword light suddenly burst forth from the opposite sword peak!
"boom!!"

The icy sword energy swept in all directions.

A swordsman from the Flying Snow Sword Sect swept his sword across the sky, sending his opponent flying hundreds of feet away. The chilling sword intent soared into the clouds, as if challenging Kong Jingxian from afar!

Kong Jingxian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a sword-like glint seemed to flicker in them.

Although he was defeated by Zhao Wuji, he is by no means someone that just anyone can step on!
If it weren't for Zhao Wuji's sudden emergence.

With his strength, he should have been directly ranked among the top nine seeds. Why should he get entangled with these mediocre people on this stage?
"Ah"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept like a sword over the provocateur on the sword peak.

simply--

Ridiculous!
Meanwhile, further away on the edge, atop a sword-shaped peak, sword energy surged.

A cloaked figure stood in mid-air, her sword flashing like lightning, instantly unleashing more than a dozen sharp sword energies, forcing a gentle woman opposite her to retreat step by step.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The sword energy split apart, like silver snakes dancing wildly. Although it had not yet reached the point of sword light splitting apart, its sharpness was already fully revealed, attracting the attention of the onlookers.

"Who is this woman? She has such strength! Even Fellow Daoist Wen of the Tianshan Sword Sect is no match for her."

"Judging from their attire, they seem to be disciples of the Penglai Sword Pavilion, but I've never heard of them before."

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

This woman is ruthless, her every move aimed at vital points, and her cultivation has reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, making her incredibly powerful.

Yet it was completely unknown, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, which was truly strange.

Suddenly, the sword light vanished, its cold gleam like lightning!

The cloaked woman wielded her longsword with a sudden tremor, the blade flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, instantly piercing her opponent's right arm.

"laugh!!"

Blood spurted out, and the opponent groaned and staggered back, his face deathly pale.

The woman deftly sheathed her sword, her movements fluid and graceful, without even a speck of blood staining her clothes.

Her gaze was as cold as frost as she swept her lightly over the crowd below the stage, and wherever she passed, the onlookers fell silent.

Suddenly, she raised her head slightly, her gaze passing over the layers of sword peaks and landing on the towering central sword wall.

Qilin Sword Sect - Heavenly Qilin - Zhao Wuji!

Her gaze lingered on the name "Zhao Wuji" for a moment, a complex smile flashing across her eyes.

"What a fine little nephew!"

"You're enjoying immense success now. Even your senior master has to fight to the death on this stage, yet you're already a highly regarded seed player. Impressive."

She sighed inwardly, and as she pondered, a cold voice suddenly came from her consciousness.

"If you win, come down and don't make a fuss."

Huang Shang's voice was like a venomous snake's tongue, icy and chilling.

"Remember, your goal is simply to advance to the finals and secure a spot in the Ancient Sword Domain. There's no need to compete for any ranking. Keep a low profile."

"After entering the Sword Domain, finding the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great is the key!"

The cloaked woman's eyes flickered slightly, and she calmly withdrew her gaze, turning and gracefully departing.

In the blink of an eye, eight days have passed.

Within the Qilin Sword Sect, every day some disciples would return from the market, bringing back the latest news about the sword competitions from Zhongzhou.

"Liu Wuxue, the 'Frost Sword' of the Flying Snow Sword Sect, froze the Sword Mountain Arena with a single sword strike, defeating seven sword cultivators in a row. To this day, no one has been able to break his Frost Sword Domain!"

"Meng Yalin, the Immortal Sword Child of the Immortal Saint Sect, is even more terrifying. She has advanced all the way without ever being defeated. I can't even imagine how strong that Holy Sword Envoy must be!"

"There is a mysterious female sword cultivator in Penglai Sword Pavilion. She is very strong and ruthless. Three famous sword cultivators have already been defeated by her and suffered serious injuries."

The discussions rose and fell. Although Zhao Wuji was not present at the scene, he had already taken in all the information with a sweep of his divine sense.

"The Mysterious Female Sword Cultivator of Penglai Sword Pavilion - Senior Master"

Zhao Wuji's eyes held a slight smile.

Through the talismanic water seals implanted into his senior uncle's body, he has been able to sense his senior uncle's condition from time to time over the years, knowing that his senior uncle has greatly improved under the resources and guidance provided by Huang Shang.

He had previously entered the Sword Tomb and consumed more than ten sword fruits, so it's normal for him to have this level of swordsmanship.

However, since my master has indeed come to participate in the First Sword Cultivation Conference, it seems that the whereabouts of the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great are indeed within the Ancient Sword Domain.

At this time, his name frequently appeared in the surrounding discussions.
"Our Qilin Sword Sect's top swordsman is the true favorite to win! The name of Heavenly Qilin is not just for show!"

"Indeed! Master Zhao has slain several Golden Core Demon Kings; his swordsmanship is profound and unfathomable!"

"It is said that the First Sword Master has already mastered 'One Sword, Ten Thousand Techniques'. If that is true, who can stop him in this sword competition?"

"You even know I've mastered the art of swordsmanship? That's probably just speculation and bragging."

Zhao Wuji overheard the praise for a while, smiled calmly, and remained noncommittal about the compliments.

He knew in his heart that the real goal of this sword competition was not empty fame, but the qualification to enter the ancient sword domain.

As long as you can enter the finals, you can step into the Sword Domain. As for whether you can compete for the title of "Number One Sword Cultivator", it is irrelevant.

"If the reward is ordinary, there's no need to reveal too many of our trump cards unless the reward for the number one swordsman contains an invaluable treasure."

His eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

Being able to enter the Sword Domain is enough!
At this point, there were only two days left before the start of the finals.

His demonic tree clone and the eleven demonic sons had already arrived outside the immortal mountain of the White Jade Sword Tower and gone into hiding.

"I wonder if the Bone Demon Lord and the Nine Nether Demon Lord have both found out?"

Zhao Wuji estimated that the time had come, and that the Sword Lord Wentian had even set off for Zhongzhou three days ago.

He immediately got up and stepped into the teleportation array in the backyard of the cave.

With a flash of blue light, his figure appeared in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion in the market town at the foot of the Immortal Saint Sect in Zhongzhou.

Zhao Wuji quietly stepped out of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion without alerting any of the staff or disciples inside.

Looking back, the majestic, undulating immortal mountains of the Immortal Saint Sect appear and disappear in the clouds and mist, like a giant dragon coiled up.

He couldn't help but recall the Nine Netherworld plot he had previously informed Elder Wei about using a communication jade talisman.

"I wonder if the Immortal Saint Sect has notified other sects to take precautions. I hope they are not negligent."

He pondered for a moment, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Without lingering, he lightly fluttered his sleeves, and clouds rose beneath his feet, quickly merging into the white clouds as he headed straight for the White Jade Sword Tower.

Along the way, they encountered sword rainbows like rain, and many cultivators were still rushing to the Sword Tower to watch the ceremony, but they could not see him, the Lord of the Clouds.

Occasionally, whispers could be heard carried on the wind, many of them discussing him, the "Heavenly Qilin."

Some even made serious guesses about the reward for the top swordsman:
"I've heard that the previous champion can obtain the 'Creation Jade Spirit Pill,' which can save half a century of arduous cultivation! After refining it, one can directly advance to a minor realm."

"That's not all! It's said that there's also a sixth-grade spiritual material called 'Celestial Spirit Iron,' which is enough to forge flying swords that even Nascent Soul Dao Lords would covet!"

"If only I could obtain another ancient sword manual..."

Zhao Wuji's ears twitched slightly, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

If it's true, as the rumors suggest, that he can obtain a treasure that directly boosts his cultivation, he wouldn't mind making a big splash and taking the lead, so he can break through to the late Golden Core stage of immortal cultivation as soon as possible.

The clouds on the horizon surged and rolled.

The continuous sword peaks where the White Jade Sword Tower is located are already in sight.

Hundreds of sword lights, like shooting stars, hovered in the sky around the Sword Debate Peak, showcasing the grand spectacle of a world where spiritual energy flourishes.

Many sword cultivators stood on clouds or stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes fixed intently on the two sword shadows locked in fierce combat at the summit.

suddenly
"Look! That sword light!! Could it be the Heavenly Crystal Sword Technique?"

Suddenly, the clouds in the distance parted, and a dazzling sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, arrived in an instant, freezing the clouds.

The sword light dissipated, revealing a cold and handsome man dressed in white, with a crystalline light flashing between his brows, and his sword aura was solidified around him.

"It's Xiao Xuan from the Tianjing Sect!"

"Such powerful spiritual might! It is said that Xiao Xuan has cultivated the Heavenly Crystal Sword Body to perfection, and is rarely matched in the Golden Core Realm!"

The crowd paled, began to stir, and started to murmur amongst themselves.

Before long, promising players whose names were on the Sword Wall, such as Lin Wuxian of the Immortal Saint Sect and Leng Wushuang of the Flying Snow Sword Sect, appeared one after another.

Each arrival was like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, its radiance dazzling, drawing admiration and awe from many sword cultivators.

At this moment when everyone is watching with bated breath.

Amidst the drifting white clouds, a wisp of cloud suddenly descended.

It quietly landed on the edge of the viewing platform.

Zhao Wuji appeared, his robes fluttering as he stood beside four sword servants, his aura as restrained as a deep abyss.

"Your Highness."

A female swordswoman opened her almond-shaped eyes wide and parted her red lips slightly to bow, but Zhao Wuji gently lifted her sword finger and supported her with an invisible force.

"Low-key."

He shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

However.
"It's Zhao Jianzi!"

"Zhao Wuji, the Heavenly Kirin!"

In an instant, hundreds of gazes pierced through the surrounding area like swords, and exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Despite his deliberate attempt to conceal his aura, his identity as a swordsman had clearly been exposed, and he was instantly recognized by those with keen eyes.

Zhao Wuji's lips twitched slightly.

I wanted to watch the game discreetly, but I was spotted as soon as I landed.
"Shh!"

"Zhao Wuji!"

Suddenly, two sharp sword intents condensed on the distant peak, slicing across the void and approaching as if they were tangible.

One of the swords was icy cold, freezing the air in its wake, while the other was eerie and unpredictable, with seven ferocious demonic shadows appearing within its light.

It was clearly a test from Leng Wushuang of the Flying Snow Sword Sect and Feng Xie of the Seven Cultivation Demon Sword Sect.

"rude!"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, a glint of sword light flashing in his eyes.

The two incoming sword intents melted away silently upon contact, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

This brief exchange brought an immediate silence to the surroundings.

"Um!?"

Leng Wushuang's veil trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"What a magnificent Heavenly Qilin!"

Feng Xie's face suddenly darkened, and his knuckles clenched involuntarily.

All around, numerous gazes, some filled with awe and others with fighting spirit, converged on the figure in the purple-gold unicorn robe.

"As expected of the Heavenly Qilin!"

Some people marveled.

With a few casual strokes, he neutralized the combined sword strikes of the two top contenders.

Such strength is truly unfathomable.

This final showdown between the prodigies will likely be more intense than ever before.
(End of this chapter)