How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

The first round of the draw has concluded, and the referee slowly put away the floating draw box.

As the draw concluded, Tiandu Square erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts.

The referee's voice rang out again: "The first round of the China-US tournament has officially begun!"

All nine arenas in Tiandu Square were simultaneously unlocked, and the protective array around them shone with spiritual light, isolating them from attacks from both inside and outside.

All the prodigies who stepped onto the stage were tense and solemn. This battle would determine victory or defeat, and only the victor could embark on the next round of the prodigy competition!

All eyes were on the nine arenas. According to the order of the draw, Ning Tian and his group of five were all assigned relatively early positions.

The first to take the stage was Kun Kun, whose opponent was a prodigy from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Kun Kun activated his Savage Battle Body, his physique becoming unparalleled in power. His opponent's ferocious attacks were like tickles to him. With a casual punch, he routed his opponent, ultimately winning with a sense of boredom, his mind preoccupied with the regret of not being able to fight Xuan Yuanqing.

Mu Qingcheng's opponent was a prodigy from the Yao Guang Holy Land. Her body was enveloped in the flowing Dao of Reincarnation, allowing her to discern the trajectory of every move her opponent made, and all her attacks were subtly neutralized by the power of Reincarnation. She didn't initiate combat; she merely used the pressure of her Dao Domain to force her opponent to submit willingly and voluntarily admit defeat. Her demeanor was aloof and detached, and she calmly advanced.

The mage's opponent was the prodigy from the preliminary rounds of the arena. Relying on his profound Taoist magic, he was adept at both offense and defense. His fingertips flew with Taoist incantations, and he used exquisite spells to seal off his opponent's combat power layer by layer. In the end, he won by using Taoist magic to balance the odds and passed the round steadily and without any waves.

Ning Tian, ​​however, remained unseen, keeping all his trump cards hidden within his body, his Supreme Bone Spirit Power dormant. Faced with his opponent's desperate counterattack, he simply used his Dominator Fist Technique to casually dismantle the attack, a seemingly ordinary punch that sent his opponent repelled, easily winning the match.

Xiao Ningyun used the Qilin Step to suppress her opponent with just two kicks. She never used any of her true fighting power from beginning to end, keeping it hidden so that no one could fathom her true strength.

The five of them easily and comfortably resolved the battle throughout.

There was another gasp from the stands in the square. No one had expected these five to be so strong, winning in one move even after entering the intermediate round.

"Look everyone, those five won so easily again! They're incredibly strong!"

"Indeed, I estimate that their strength is not much weaker than those top geniuses at the Emperor level."

"Fellow Daoist, what kind of joke are you making? Five pieces of trash dare to compare themselves to top-tier geniuses at the Emperor level?"

"Why can't we compare? Didn't you see that those five were defeated in one move?"

"Hmph... It's just a coincidence. If they encountered a top-tier genius of God-level, these trash would be immediately exposed and exposed for what they are. Just you wait and see!"

"I doubt it, humph..."

On the arena at this moment, most of the geniuses from the nine imperial clans perfectly avoided each other, with only a few unlucky ones encountering top geniuses of the same level and unfortunately stopping in the first round.

Suddenly, the crowd in the square gasped in surprise.

"Look, that's Murong Shuang, the number one prodigy of the Murong Imperial Clan."

"It is indeed her. I heard that she is only interested in cultivating the Dao and does not want to concern herself with family affairs. She wants the family to make her brother Murong Xuan the imperial prince."

"The rumors are true. She also possesses the Profound Yin Divine Body and has already reached the peak of the Saint Realm at the age of 25. She will surely become an Emperor in the future."

"Oh! I'm so envious! She's beautiful, talented, and comes from a good family."

Murong Shuang wore an elegant white dress, her hair as white as snow, her face was peerless, and her temperament was aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy banished from the moon palace. She seemed gentle and weak, but the faint holy aura surrounding her made the surrounding air feel cold.

"Everyone says that Murong Shuang, the daughter of Emperor Murong, is unparalleled in talent. Today, I, Li Si, will test the truth of that!"

After saying that, he roared to the sky, and the black cold mist around him surged. The forbidden cold power eroded the surrounding area, and the array patterns on the arena were covered with layers of white frost. It was cold and bone-chilling, and could even freeze the soul!

A thick, dark mist swept in, threatening to completely freeze and engulf Murong Shuang!

The crowd below shook their heads, secretly admiring the prodigy's courage, but also finding him somewhat overconfident.

Murong Shuang parted her red lips slightly, her clear, cold voice echoing throughout the arena: "Hmph... unorthodox and unorthodox techniques, dare to call themselves cold in front of me?"

Om-!

The ultimate power of Yin erupted!

Unlike her opponent's sinister and unpredictable forbidden cold power, Murong Shuang's Taiyin power is pure, domineering, and supreme. It is the most primordial Taiyin power in the world!

Murong Shuang's aura instantly covered the entire arena, and the forbidden cold mist that filled the sky collapsed and melted away upon contact with it!

Li Si's entire body was stiff, his blood vessels, spiritual power, and bones were all frozen by the power of Taiyin, and his flesh was covered with white frost, making him unable to move!

"Frost falls, bringing peace to the world."

Murong Shuang gently pressed down with her jade-like hand.

Click!

Countless ice cracks instantly covered the opponent's entire body, and an immense suppressive force crashed down.

Li Si coughed up blood, his Dao Foundation was frozen and collapsed, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body. He didn't even have the right to beg for mercy and was seriously injured!

"Hahaha... Did you see that? This is the unparalleled foundation of the Murong imperial family. Those five are nothing in front of the imperial princess!"

"Hmph... What are you so smug about? It's not like you won."

"I'm going to show you what real strength is."

"I admit that the Empress is very strong, but I believe that the others are not weak either."

"You're so stubborn! Just wait and see how the Empress will torment them! Hmph..."

On another arena at this moment.

Jian Wuchen wore a simple blue robe and carried a three-foot-long sword on his back, his posture as upright as a sword. No trace of his powerful spiritual energy leaked out, yet every move he made was in accordance with the ultimate principles of swordsmanship.

His opponent, Lü Yi, was also a swordsmanship genius who boasted that few of his peers could withstand his sword strike.

The moment the battle began, Lü Yi's figure blurred into countless afterimages. His long sword was drawn at incredible speed, and countless sword shadows enveloped the entire arena, sealing off all of Jian Wuchen's escape routes.

Faced with a sky full of deadly sword shadows, Jian Wuchen's eyes were clear, his heart was as still as water, and his expression was calm and undisturbed.

He neither dodged nor defended; he simply raised his hand, drew his sword, and thrust it out!

One sword!

This is the only sword strike!

Clang—!

A clear sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a pure white sword light, refined to the extreme, slashed through the entire arena, perfectly accurate and without deviation!

There are no fancy moves, no grand gestures, only pure and ultimate penetrating power of swordsmanship!

call out!

As the sword light flashed, all the illusory images of swift swords shattered, and the longsword in Lü Yi's hand was broken in two!

The sword's remaining momentum lightly grazed the opponent's neck, chilling him to the bone; life or death hung in the balance!

The swordsman froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. If Jian Wuchen had exerted even a fraction more force, he would have been decapitated!

"I...I give up!"

"Damn, just like Princess Murong, she defeated the enemy in one move!"

"These top-tier geniuses at the Emperor level are too strong! How are we supposed to fight them?"

"That's right, the top spots in this tournament will definitely be decided among these few individuals."

Below the arena, Ning Tian and his companions were intently watching the battle.

"My dear disciples, what do you think? Do you still find these geniuses from Emperor-level forces worthy of your attention?" Liu Yiyi asked with a smile.

"Sect Master Liu, the people of the Imperial Clan are indeed stronger than the prodigies in the preliminary rounds, but their strength mainly lies in resources, such as cultivation techniques, martial arts skills, and magical treasures. If the prodigies in the preliminary rounds had the same resources, many of them would be no weaker than these Imperial-level prodigies, and a few might even do better," the mage replied.

"Brother Mage is right. Among the Emperor-level forces, only the few you mentioned, Pavilion Master Liu, have any real ability. The rest are basically just chickens and dogs," Kun Kun said.

"Junior brothers, don't underestimate others. Resources are also a form of strength. Take Jian Wuchen for example! His swordsmanship talent is similar to our Junior Sister Qingruo, but Junior Sister Qingruo will definitely defeat Jian Wuchen within 30 moves, thanks to the sect's resources and the Sword Emperor's guidance," Ning Tian said.

"Senior Brother is right; we both got a little cocky just now."

Liu Yiyi and Wang Bo were surprised that Kun Kun and the monk didn't take these people seriously at all, and they were even more surprised that Ning Tian, ​​the 14-year-old senior brother, was so mature and steady.