Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Quiet.

The viewing area of ​​Hunyuan Dao Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Venerable Xuanyuan sat upright in the grand master's chair.

His hand remained in the posture of holding a teacup.

But that priceless white jade teacup had shattered into dust.

He was completely unaware that the scalding tea was dripping through his fingers.

That old face, weathered by countless eras, now utterly still.

At this moment, the muscles were twitching slightly out of control.

His gaze was fixed on the ring.

That young man in a plain robe with a calm expression.

Su Yu.

Venerable Xuanyuan took a deep breath.

I took another breath.

He tried to suppress the surging sense of despair in his chest.

What bad luck!

How could I be so unlucky!

The Supreme Tournament of Myriad Realms consists of eight divisions and tens of thousands of top geniuses from various star regions.

But...

Unfortunately, his own apprentice drew this monster in the very first round!

One round and you're out!

These three words struck Venerable Xuanyuan's Dao heart with a resounding blow.

He knew all too well the young man's background in the ring.

Eighteen years old.

His physical physical quality is comparable to that of the peak of the Supreme Realm.

A cosmic-level anomaly that can even cause the Supreme Magic Array to crash.

What can he use to fight his proud disciple who has cultivated to the point of being half-step into the realm of reverse power at the age of one million?

Are you going to hit me with your head?

But what can we do?

As the Supreme Elder of the Hunyuan Dao Palace, he had to remain calm and composed.

We must exercise restraint.

Venerable Xuanyuan slowly withdrew his hand, evaporating the water stains from it.

He forced himself to regain that inscrutable, cold expression.

"I just hope so."

"Sword One, don't lose too badly."

He sighed inwardly.

It would be a stroke of luck if you weren't traumatized by the beating.

Just now.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan."

A cheerful voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, came from the side.

The Supreme Elder of the Myriad Laws Immortal Court, Venerable Starfall, walked slowly over.

He wore a Taoist robe adorned with stars, surrounded by deep starlight, exuding an exceptionally composed demeanor.

Venerable Starfall walked to Venerable Profound Abyss's side and sat down on his own.

Their gazes were fixed on the arena.

"Your Jianyi really got a good draw this time."

Venerable Starfall stroked his beard and chuckled, his tone revealing undisguised admiration.

"That young man named Su Yu is in trouble."

"In the first round, we encountered your Dao Palace's precious darling."

Venerable Xuanyuan's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

He didn't speak.

Unaware of his old friend's unusual behavior, Venerable Starfall continued his rambling.

"I've been observing Jianyi for quite some time."

"One million years old, returning to the sword intent, half a step against power."

"With such a foundation, they would be a clear favorite to win the championship in any previous edition of the Myriad Realms Supreme Tournament."

"His swordsmanship is too steady."

Starfall Venerable nodded repeatedly as he looked at Gu Jianyi's tall and straight figure on the arena.

"Even when facing those long-established veterans of the Cosmic Light Realm, Jian Yi can break through all laws with a single sword strike."

"That Su Yu from the Global Business Alliance..."

Venerable Starfall shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of condescending pity.

"They come from a business alliance, just hothouse flowers built on resources."

"His aura is so restrained that not even a trace of law fluctuation can be sensed. He is obviously using some kind of concealment magic treasure to bluff."

"Encountering a true peerless genius like Jian Yi."

"What a pity, eliminated in the first round."

Venerable Xuanyuan listened to Venerable Xingyun's flattery.

silence.

A long silence.

He turned his head and looked at his old friend of many years.

His eyes revealed an indescribable complexity and weariness.

You don't know anything.

My apprentice was eliminated in the first round.

But Venerable Xuanyuan couldn't explain it.

Is it true that the young man on the stage has a physical body that has reached the highest level?

Is it true that he can't even see through the Supreme Magic Array?

Venerable Starfall would definitely think he's gone mad.

"Let's watch the game."

Venerable Xuanyuan uttered four words in a hoarse voice.

Further discussion is pointless.

You'll find out what true despair is in a moment.

On the arena.

The array patterns flowed, isolating the outside world from all noise.

Gu Jianyi carried a long sword on his back, dressed in white that was as pure as snow.

He looked at Su Yu standing opposite him.

His brows furrowed slightly.

It's too ordinary.

It lacked sharpness, vitality, and even the slightest sense of pressure from a powerful figure.

It's like an ordinary person who wandered onto the wrong movie set.

But Gu Jianyi is a calm and composed person.

He cultivates the Guiyi Sword Intent, which emphasizes uprightness and a tranquil mind.

Never underestimate your opponent, but never bully the weak.

"Fellow Daoist Su."

Gu Jian spoke, his voice calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a prodigy from a major sect.

"Swords and blades have no eyes."

"We cultivators should give it our all when we take the stage."

"but."

Gu Jian paused, his eyes revealing a confidence and pride that came from the bottom of his being.

"I am already halfway to reversing power."

"We are only a hair's breadth away from the supreme power to control dimensions."

"Here, my sword intent has already achieved absolute suppression."

He looked at Su Yu, his tone sincere, without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

There is only one kind of pity for the weak.

"If I draw my sword directly, I won't give you a chance to make a move."

"That's going too far."

"It also violates the code of conduct of my Hunyuan Dao Palace."

Gu Jianyi slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

Hands behind back.

"How about this?"

"Fellow Daoist Su, you make three moves first."

Gu Jianyi's expression was calm and his words were firm and resolute.

"For these three moves, I will not draw my sword; I will only defend."

"As long as I can't catch it, or I have to take half a step back."

"Then I'll admit defeat."

"I'll concede automatically and guarantee your advancement."

confidence.

Extreme self-confidence.

This is the absolute confidence that comes from taking a half-step reverse power.

He believed that, apart from a few equally well-hidden monsters, no one in this region could break his Guiyi Sword Domain.

Giving up three moves is a sign of respect for the opponent and a way to hone one's own swordsmanship.

offstage.

in the audience.

The sisters Ao Ying and Ao Jue stood side by side.

Hearing Gu Jianyi's righteous words on the stage.

The two women's expressions instantly became incredibly strange.

It was even somewhat comical.

"elder sister."

Ao Jue tugged at Ao Ying's sleeve and lowered his voice.

"That guy with the sword... is he a little slow?"

Ao Ying's lips twitched slightly.

She looked at the confident white-clad swordsman on the arena, a deep sense of sympathy flashing in her eyes.

"have no idea."

Ao Ying responded softly.

"But his courage is truly admirable."

As a pure-blooded dragon who was personally subdued by Su Yu, and even voluntarily offered up its original dragon blood to be baptized by Su Yu.

They knew their master's background all too well.

Although I don't know where the master's true limit is.

but.

It was merely that spatial avenue that reversed the power realm.

At the Cosmic Light Realm level, this is already a dimensional reduction attack.

Half a step towards reversal of power?

In the face of true rebellion, it's nothing but a fart.

How dare they shamelessly claim they'd give them three moves?

This is practically begging someone to slap you to death.

On the arena.

Su Yu looked at Gu Jianyi, who stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a grandmaster.

silent.

There was no anger or humiliation in his deep eyes.

There was only a faint sense of helplessness.

Give me three moves?

Su Yu shook his head slightly in his heart.

I originally wanted to keep a low profile, just throw a punch and knock the opponent off the ring.