After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"Liu Cheng, you're nothing special! The Dao Seal is not something you can covet!"

Wu Shan roared and punched Liu Cheng in the chest with tremendous force.

Liu Cheng was forced to retreat several steps by the punch, and felt an unbearable pain in his chest.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, but he clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with a crazed light: "Even if I die, I'll take you two down with me!"

Hiding behind the broken wall, Shen Shuchou had a clear view of the situation on the field.

Liu Cheng was already at his limit, his spiritual power dissipating.

Although Wu Shan and Lin Ping's teams had the upper hand, they had also lost several members, and most of the remaining members were injured and had consumed a great deal of spiritual energy. This was the best time for them to make their move.

"Ready?"

Shen Shuchou whispered to Qi Yuan beside him, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the sword in the center of the arena that exuded a fierce aura.

Qi Yuan was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening, took a deep breath, and nodded solemnly.

After waiting a while longer, Shen Shuchou realized that no other teams were arriving.

Most of the others were thinking of letting the pioneers fight amongst themselves so they could then compete for the Dao Seal.

But now that he has already made his way here, and everyone is exhausted, if he doesn't act now, when will he?

Then, Shen Shuchou slowly walked out from behind the broken wall, with Qi Yuan following closely behind.

Upon hearing footsteps, the group engaged in fierce combat with Liu Cheng immediately became alert, stopped what they were doing, and turned to look.

When he saw that there were only two figures, Wu Shan was taken aback at first, then a cold smile appeared on his face: "So there were two cowards hiding here."

Lin Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Shen Shuchou before settling on Qi Yuan. He sneered, "Qi Yuan, I kindly invited you to join the team before, but you refused. Instead, you've teamed up with this guy of unknown origin. Now you want to get a share of the pie?"

Qi Yuan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Even if I'm in your group, it's still uncertain whether I'll be able to obtain the Dao Seal in the end."

"So you dare to try and steal mine?"

A flash of malice appeared in Lin Ping's eyes. "Then don't blame me for disregarding our hometown ties and attacking you!"

Seeing this, Liu Cheng, who was standing to the side, had a calculating glint in his eyes. He quickly shouted, despite his injuries, "Young brother, help me kill these two guys, and I'll give you this seal!"

Shen Shuchou seemed not to hear these words. His gaze swept over the confronting crowd and finally landed on the Shufeng sword. He said in a calm tone, "I want this seal."

That short sentence was like a spark falling into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere.

Wu Shan laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You? You think you're worthy?"

Shen Shuchou didn't waste any more words, but gave Qi Yuan a wink.

The next second, he moved suddenly, rushing towards the sword in the center of the arena like an arrow released from a bow.

What he wanted was not a protracted fight, but to seize the Dao Seal as quickly as possible!

Seeing this, Wu Shan immediately abandoned Liu Cheng in front of him and rushed towards Shen Shuchou, shouting angrily, "Insolence!"

Qi Yuan, who was standing still, instantly understood and stepped in front of Wu Shan, saying, "Your opponent is me!"

Seeing this, Lin Ping sneered at Wu Shan and said, "Leave this dark-skinned kid to me, you go stop that wild brat!"

As soon as Shen Shuchou approached the Shufeng Sword, he felt a sharp sword aura surge towards his skin like fine needles, making him feel numb.

This sword energy is exceptionally domineering. Ordinary cultivators would be cut to pieces if they got within three zhang (approximately 10 meters), let alone get close.

But Shen Shuchou remained unfazed.

Although this body is only at the beginning of cultivation, the insights gained from immersing oneself in the way of the sword in previous lives have already been engraved into one's soul.

What would be a troublesome sword aura to others was nothing more than a familiar sharpness to him.

He could even vaguely sense the spiritual energy flowing through the sword, which was one of the reasons he dared to show himself at this moment.

The next second, Shen Shuchou ignored the rampant sword energy, reached out and firmly grasped the sword hilt.

Upon seeing this, Wu Shan, who had rushed over, had his pupils shrink sharply, and the ferocity on his face was instantly replaced by disbelief: "Impossible!"

He had tried to approach the sword three times before, but each time he was forced back by the sword's aura, and several bloody marks appeared on his arm.

How could this seemingly ordinary wild boy so easily grasp the sword hilt?

Not only him, but everyone present stared in astonishment.

Liu Cheng clutched his bleeding chest, muttering to himself, "How...how could he..."

"What are you all standing there for! Stop him!"

While fighting Qi Yuan, Lin Ping roared angrily.

Wu Shan finally snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with rage as he lunged at Shen Shuchou, reaching out to snatch the sword: "Boy, release the Dao Seal! Or I'll tear you to pieces!"

But just as his hand was about to grasp Shen Shuchou's sleeve, he heard a light, icy voice: "Is that so?"

next second!

hum!

A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from the hilt of the sword, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the crimson sky!

The sharp sword energy spread out from Shen Shuchou's center, like an invisible giant wave, violently blowing Wu Shan away!

The Shufeng sword had been slowly pulled from the ground by Shen Shuchou.

The moment the sword was drawn, a clear and resonant sword cry echoed across the battlefield, carrying an aura of dominance over the world.

Shen Shuchou stood in the center of the light, sword in hand. Though his clothes were stained with blood, his figure was as upright as a pine tree. His eyes, reflecting the sword light, shone with an astonishing brightness.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, including the elders in front of the water mirror in the distance.

"Elder Chen, is your sword... so easy to pull out?"

An elder glanced at him, his tone full of surprise and doubt.

Elder Chen stared at the scene reflected in the water mirror before him, his expression one of utter shock.

The sword that appeared on the holy battlefield was not the actual Shufeng Sword, but only a wisp of sword essence he had infused into it; the real sword was still in his residence.

Elder Chen did not respond, his gaze fixed on the water mirror, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He understood the shock of the moment better than anyone else; the Shufeng Sword itself, far away in his quiet room, was trembling violently at this moment.

Eager to break free of its restraints, it flew towards the boy reflected in the water mirror.

This kind of tremor is by no means ordinary.

He spent his life practicing swordsmanship and encountered many extraordinary swordsmen.

Those with extraordinary talent can make swords sing and rejoice, but no one has ever been able to elicit such a strong response from the sword's true form simply by grasping a wisp of its essence.

This is no longer a simple adaptation; it's more like a summons that transcends the virtual and the real.

When the elders in the main hall saw that Elder Chen was silent, they all sensed something was wrong and fell silent, turning their gazes back to the water mirror.

In the Holy Battlefield, Shen Shuchou held the Shufeng Sword and felt a familiar warm current flow from the hilt into his palm, circulating through his meridians throughout his body. The pain left from his previous ascension to immortality seemed to have lessened somewhat.

He looked up at the stunned crowd, flicked the tip of his sword slightly, and the sharp sword energy caused ripples in the air in front of him.

"Who else wants to take it?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a clear, sharp quality like the sound of a sword, echoing across the scorched earth.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Wu Shan staggered to his feet, covered in dust and blood, his eyes fixed on the sword in Shen Shuchou's hand with a mad gaze.

"How could you have pulled out the Dao Seal so easily? You must have used some despicable means! I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it!"

He suddenly roared, as if he had gone mad.

"I'll kill you! Killing you will allow me to reclaim the Dao Seal! I'm going to kill you!"

The next second, Wu Shan's spiritual power surged, and the pressure of a half-step Foundation Establishment Realm expert burst forth, causing the scorched earth beneath his feet to crack.

Like a wild beast out of control, he charged at Shen Shuchou again, his fists clenched, his spiritual energy condensing into a tangible force.

Before obtaining the sword, Shen Shuchou's new body, which was not yet fully adapted, would indeed have found the full-force attack from a half-step Foundation Establishment realm cultivator extremely difficult to handle.

But at this moment, with the Shufeng Sword in his hand, his eyes were calm and unwavering, as if what was rushing towards him was not a deadly threat, but just a phantom.

Seeing Wu Shan rushing closer with ferocious killing intent, his fist already inches away.

Shen Shuchou slightly flipped his wrist, the tip of the sword pointing upwards.

There were no fancy moves, no powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, just a single sword strike.

Ordinary, yet incredibly fast.

The moment the sword flashed, it was as if even the air itself was sliced ​​in two.

The ferocity on Wu Shan's face froze, and his momentum abruptly stopped.

He subconsciously looked down at his neck, where there was only a thin line of blood.

The next second, the bloodline burst open, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

His murderous aura was severed by this sword, the ferocity on his face was torn away by this sword, and even the roar that had not yet been uttered was forever stuck in his throat.

"Thump—"

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. On the head that had rolled to the ground, the eyes were still wide open, retaining an unyielding disbelief and grotesque expression.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Everyone was stunned by this sword strike.

With a single sword strike, he slew Wu Shan, who was at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage.

Moreover, he used such a simple sword strike?

Shen Shuchou slowly sheathed his sword, the blood droplets from the tip sliding down the smooth blade and dripping onto the scorched earth, where they were instantly absorbed.

He gripped his sword, his gaze sweeping over the remaining men. His tone remained calm, yet carried a chilling sense of oppression:

"Who else wants to try?"

Beneath the crimson sky, the young man stood with his sword in hand, his body covered in wounds yet his eyes sharp, as if the blood-stained battlefield had become merely a backdrop to him.

This scene, falling into those clear, cold eyes, resonated quietly with the restlessness hidden deep within her heart, causing ripples to spread gently.

Lu Wanheng recalled Feng Wujiang's words, and his doubts deepened. He looked at the sword-wielding figure in the water mirror with increasing curiosity.

What kind of entanglement exists between this young man and the tribulation destined for him?

On the other side, Feng Wujiang stood silently, gazing at the scene in the mirror without uttering a word.

He showed no extra emotion, but slowly closed the water mirror, shutting out that dazzling figure.