Mortals, and even my disciple Han Li, don't mess with me!

"Trying to win with just a talisman? You're seriously underestimating the Seven Swords of China!"

Compared to the furious elder of the Luoyun Sect, Wu Yun appeared calm and composed, showing no signs of tension.

However, the hand seals in his hands had changed again.

This change caused the seven flying swords hovering around him to merge together at an incredible speed.

It also unleashed an unprecedentedly terrifying aura, as well as a dazzling torrent of golden, bright, and holy sword energy.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the seven colorful flying swords have disappeared from this torrent of sword energy, replaced by a large, dazzling golden sword.

The golden greatsword, upon its appearance, carried a torrent of sword energy towards the lightning-attribute talisman thrown by Meng Di of the Ancient Sword Sect.

"boom!"

It was a deafening explosion, like an earthquake, that shook the entire square, making it seem as if it might collapse and be destroyed at any moment.

As for Wu Yun and Meng Di of the Ancient Sword Sect, they had long been swallowed up by the swirling dust and smoke.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was horrified, as if they could not believe that this was a strange phenomenon that could occur when two Foundation Establishment cultivators were fighting.

The three elders at the Core Formation stage, seated in the VIP seats, also showed surprise on their faces.

But the happiest person was none other than the elder in charge of the Luoyun Sect.

The most worried person was Song Yu of the Luoyun Sect, who was the most concerned about Wu Yun's safety among those present.

After all, the two families might be linked by marriage, and as an elder, she naturally had concerns and did not want anything to happen to Wu Yun.

A moment later, the dust settled!

If it weren't for the protective array, the entire competition plaza would probably be in ruins by now.

Even so, the surface was still riddled with potholes and looked terrible, but no one present paid any attention to it.

All eyes were on Wu Yun, and on Meng Di of the Ancient Sword Sect, whose neck was being held by Wu Yun's golden sword.

"I lost!"

Despite feeling extremely unwilling, Meng Di could only slowly utter these three words.

As he uttered those three words, the golden greatsword in Wu Yun's hand vanished, transforming back into the seven flying swords he had previously held.

"The Art of Sword Fusion!"

At this moment, the female cultivator from the Ancient Sword Sect almost involuntarily blurted out the words.

As for her husband beside her, he nodded in agreement.

"Such advanced sword techniques are not easy for even Core Formation stage cultivators to master; they require exceptional talent. This young man is truly a born swordsman. It's a pity he didn't join our sect. If he had, the Grand Elder might have even come out of seclusion to take him as a disciple."

"That won't do!"

The elder leading the Luoyun Sect immediately smiled and said, his smile completely undisguised.

Conversely, the elder leading the Ancient Sword Sect had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, yet he was helpless.

This time, not only were there the fewest spots in the top ten, but Wu Yun also took first place.

Most importantly, he also lost the bet, which was against a junior in the Foundation Establishment stage.

This is utterly shameful; he'll become the laughingstock of the entire sect when he gets back.

It even caused the entire Ancient Sword Sect to lose face.

So the first thing he did after returning was to go into seclusion and never come out again.

"Wu Yunsheng of the Luoyun Sect!"

The referee, recovering from his shock, announced the final result.

This major competition between the three factions has now come to a complete end.

Next came the awarding of prizes.

Wu Yun's reward was naturally a Spirit Stabilizing Pill, and also a top-tier magic artifact.

Especially the Spirit-Stabilizing Pill; if it weren't for this, Wu Yun wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to win first place.

Now my wish has come true.

It's a pity that it's no longer suitable to enter the three holy sites, mainly because of the risk of being exposed.

Otherwise, you could go in.

However, he also knew that even if he went in, he wouldn't get any benefits.

The most important liquid of the three factions will also be taken by the righteous path and the demonic path.

If that's the case, then it's better not to go in.

To avoid exposing his situation, he was still planning to cultivate in seclusion at the Luoyun Sect to condense his Nascent Soul.

But besides that, Wu Yun also looked at the short, elderly leader of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The meaning is clear: the other party hasn't paid the bet yet.

"Don't worry, I will send someone to deliver it to you at Luoyun Sect in six months."

After saying this, before Wu Yun could express his gratitude, the elder leading the group snorted coldly and left with the Ancient Sword Sect members.

Wu Yun was not surprised at all, and then looked at Luo Yun Sect with a smile.

"My three senior uncles, I've already won first place, aren't you going to do anything to show your support?"

After saying that, he even winked, making it clear that he wanted a reward.

The people from Luoyun Sect only noticed Wu Yun's expression after hearing his words.

The elder Duan, who was leading the Luoyun Sect, was also helpless.

The monk surnamed Duan then asked another important question.

"Are you really not planning to enter the Three Holy Lands this time?"

"There's no need. I'm only one step away from condensing my Golden Core, and I feel that the bottleneck to breaking through is becoming increasingly loose, so I don't want to be affected in any way. I originally planned to return to my sect to condense my Golden Core after winning first place, but I simply don't have the time for the Three Holy Lands. So I'll leave it to the other disciples of my sect."

Wu Yun shook his head and refused outright.

His words caused a strange glint to flash in Han Li's eyes.

Han Li originally intended to obtain the Spirit Stabilizing Pill from Wu Yun, but Wu Yun refused to go, which made it difficult for him to proceed.

"Since that's the case, then forget it. But you should think it through carefully; it's not too late to back out now."

The cultivator surnamed Duan couldn't help but press for an answer.

"Don't worry, I will never regret this. If I were going to regret it, I would have done so on the way here. How could I possibly regret it now? Don't worry, Uncle-Master."

"It's good that you understand. Speaking of which, your disciple is quite capable, managing to make it into the top ten."

The cultivator surnamed Duan then turned his gaze to Han Li.

This startled Han Li, making him somewhat uneasy.

Both the master and apprentice made it into the top ten of the competition, which was something that had never happened before.

"What does this prove? It proves that I taught him well. If it weren't for my careful guidance, this kid wouldn't have been able to make it into the top ten."

Just as Han Li was feeling uneasy, Wu Yun said smugly and proudly.

"That's true, but when are you going to change your habit of taking on disciples? It can affect your cultivation. With your talent, you still have a chance to condense a Nascent Soul in the future."

Song Yu, unusually, spoke up from the side.