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"Master, the outer disciples of the Emperor Sect are all very strong, many of them are even more outstanding than our inner disciples of the Ice God Palace, especially in terms of the cultivation techniques they practice," Nianxi said.

"Nianxi, this is the foundation of the Imperial Sect. It's normal for there to be differences. As far as I know, these disciples were only recruited by the Myriad Laws Sect a few months ago, which is what makes them so worrisome. Therefore, you all need to work even harder in your cultivation!" Bing Xuanji replied.

After several hours of fierce battles and rounds of elimination, the Wanfa Sect's outer sect competition finally reached its final match. All four thousand five hundred disciples, along with the enforcement elders on the high platform, focused their attention on the central competition stage!

Standing on the arena was none other than Yun Wanqing, the outer sect's recognized top expert.

She wore a light blue dress, her posture was upright, her long hair was tied up high, and her face was aloof and stunning. Her aura was gentle yet exuded an unshakeable pressure. Standing quietly in the center of the arena, she naturally possessed an aura that looked down on all others.

Since the start of the competition, she has overcome all obstacles, remaining calm and composed in every match. Her moves are sharp yet disciplined, and her spiritual power is far superior to that of her peers. She has never been at a disadvantage and has steadily advanced to the finals.

Her opponent was Wang Qingyun, a genius disciple whose strength was second only to hers among the outer disciples.

At this moment, Wang Qingyun's spiritual power surged, his expression solemn. He exerted all his strength to unleash his cultivation technique, launching a fierce attack on Yun Wanqing. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, he poured all his cultivation into a fierce assault, attempting to shake this figure at the pinnacle of the outer sect.

A surge of violent spiritual energy swept across the entire arena, the attacks surging like a tidal wave. However, facing this deadly assault, Yun Wanqing remained calm, her eyes serene and unwavering. Her figure moved like a gentle breeze, easily dodging all the attacks.

With a slight lift of her jade-like hand, spiritual light flowed from her fingertips. The pale blue spiritual energy spread out like silk, yet contained an overwhelming power, neutralizing all of her opponent's deadly moves with a mere gesture.

A clear, crisp voice echoed across the arena. Yun Wanqing's spiritual power suddenly erupted, and she no longer held back. A highly condensed azure spiritual light transformed into a palm print, which she lightly struck out. The seemingly gentle palm strike carried an overwhelming and powerful spiritual force, instantly breaking through her opponent's defense and landing on her shoulder.

Wang Qingyun felt an irresistible force strike him, and his body was instantly sent flying backward, landing heavily on the edge of the arena. He was no longer able to fight and get up!

Boom! The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers and shouts!

Sigh! Senior Brother Qingyun is still a bit behind Senior Sister Wanqing!

"Senior Sister won!" "Yun Wanqing! Yun Wanqing!"

"Number one in the outer sect! Well deserved!"

Xiao Qing looked at Mu Qingcheng and smiled, as if to say, "I didn't disappoint you, Miss."

Lu Chen looked at the girl and smiled, "Not bad. When I brought her back to the sect, she was very timid, but now she has become the senior disciple of the outer sect and can stand on her own."

On the high platform, the head elder of the outer sect stood up, his face full of approval, and announced in a loud voice, his voice carrying spiritual power and resounding throughout the entire arena: "The ultimate winner of this year's outer sect competition is—Yun Wanqing! She has been crowned the number one outer sect disciple!"

When all the factions saw that the rewards for the top ten had been doubled, they were all extremely envious. If it weren't for the fact that the Myriad Laws Sect had a Great Emperor overseeing it, they probably would have all wanted to unite and attack the Myriad Laws Sect.

"Now we will proceed with the inner disciple competition. We invite the twenty-nine inner disciples to come forward and draw lots," the Enforcement Elder announced loudly. "The inner disciple competition has a total of twenty-nine participants. Since the number of participants cannot be evenly distributed, we will now determine those who receive a bye by drawing lots!"

The twenty-nine inner disciples remained calm as they stepped forward one by one to draw lots, instantly creating a tense atmosphere throughout the room.

Every match in the Inner Sect Competition is related to resource allocation, the qualification for direct instruction by elders, and even the quota for core training within the sect; every advantage is crucial. A bye means advancing directly to the next round without expending spiritual energy, an opportunity everyone craves.

In a short while, the drawing of lots was completed, and all the disciples raised their number plates, waiting for the results.

"Lottery numbers one through fourteen correspond to fourteen battle stages. Take to the stage and duel immediately! Wang Teng, with lottery number fifteen, receives a bye and advances directly to the next round!"

The presiding elder's gaze swept across the entire hall, finally settling on the figure at the end of the line, and he announced the result in a loud voice.

All eyes instantly turned to the disciple holding the number fifteen lot.

"It turns out that Wang Teng, who has the potential to become an emperor, has been given a bye. Ever since Senior Sister Qingruo, Senior Brother Mage, and Senior Brother Kunkun became core disciples, he has been known as the strongest in the inner sect. Now that he has been given a bye, Senior Brother Wang Teng's chances of becoming a core disciple have greatly increased."

The elder on the platform raised his hand, the command flag about to fall, and the fourteen duels were ready to begin. Wang Teng, who had a bye, stood quietly to the side, observing coldly, becoming the most unique presence in this inner sect competition.

The fourteen arenas lit up with spiritual light at the same time, and the fourteen duels were all set up. The ultimate battle of the inner sect's prodigies completely ignited the entire arena!

Compared to the raw, youthful battles of the outer disciples, the duels of the inner disciples were far more refined and domineering. Each one was a prodigy, chosen from among thousands by the sect, possessing abundant spiritual power, profound skills, and unpredictable moves, each gesture carrying destructive force. The spiritual energy surged above the martial arts arena, various colored lights intertwined and collided, and the fighting spirit soared to the heavens.

On the eastern arena, two figures moved with ghostly speed, their spiritual energies, one blue and one green, locked in a fierce struggle. The blue-clad disciple, Liu Ruyan, had mastered water-based techniques; with a flurry of movements, countless water arrows shot through the air, dense as a torrential rain, carrying a chilling aura that enveloped the entire arena.

Opposite him, Li Xuanshuang moved with agile steps, imbued with the power of wind spirits, his figure elusive, causing all the water arrows to miss their mark. Simultaneously, wind blades slashed fiercely from his fingertips, the sharp whistling of air being torn apart echoing continuously. The two fought with lightning speed, afterimages filling the sky, water waves and wind blades colliding constantly, creating bursts of mist and air currents. The spectators below were dazzled, unable to discern the trajectories of the attacks, only hearing the continuous roar of colliding spiritual energy.

On the central stage, Zhang Pojun, a young man dressed in red, held a long crimson whip, its blade wreathed in flames. With each lash, a fire dragon roared forth, and waves of heat swept across the entire arena, scorching the stone slabs.

His opponent, Zhou Lingyue, dressed in plain white, had ice forming at her fingertips, emanating a chilling aura. With a wave of her hand, ice walls rose up, icicles barbed, using extreme cold to confront the raging flames. Ice and fire mingled, white mist rose, and her long whip shattered the ice shards, freezing the whip itself. The two used their respective strengths, without any hesitation, engaging in a full-force battle from the very beginning. The shockwaves from their clashing spiritual techniques even cracked the white jade at the edge of the arena.

On the south arena, the fist and palm duels were incredibly fierce. Wang Aotian had a powerful physique, and golden light flowed around his body as he used the sect's body-refining techniques. Every punch he threw was accompanied by the sound of metal striking stone, using force to break through all laws.

His opponent was a woman wielding a long sword, who possessed terrifying swordsmanship, her body radiating sword energy. The two clashed head-on, their sword energy and physical bodies colliding time and again, a clash of extremes between strength and ferocity that thrilled the onlookers, eliciting gasps of amazement.

Fourteen arenas, fourteen different duels, each with its own unique charm! There are sword-wielding disciples whose sword shadows crisscross, their sword energy slicing through the air, every move showcasing the sharpness of swordsmanship; there are disciples who wield magical artifacts, their offense and defense seamlessly integrated, their moves unpredictable; and there are even physical cultivators and magical cultivators clashing head-on, their physical strength and spiritual power directly confronting each other, the booming sounds echoing throughout the entire martial arts arena!

"Brother Guiyuan, what do you think of these inner disciples of the Imperial Sect?" asked the Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion.

"It's terrifying. Many of them possess special physiques, and they are even more outstanding than the personal disciples of my Sword Pavilion. In particular, the cultivation techniques they practice are extremely powerful. I suspect they are all practicing Emperor-level techniques."

"Yes! I heard that these disciples were only recruited by the Imperial Sect a few months ago. Sigh! Their foundation is truly terrifying."

"Brother Liu Bai, don't you even look at that large group of peak Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors here? With such elders guiding them, and such a sect environment, how could the disciples be anything less than excellent?" said the Sword Master of Returning Origin.

At this moment, the duel on the stage finally came to a conclusion.

The elder in charge of enforcement announced loudly: "The disciples who have advanced to the next round are: Liu Ruyan, Wang Aotian, Zhou Lingyue, Chen Daoxuan, Su Changqing, Zhao Wuchen, Lin Xiaotian, Wang Teng, Qin Wuyai, Zhao Qingfeng, Sun Changqing, Li Taixu, Qian Xiaodao, Bai Youwei, and Lin Xueyin, a total of fifteen disciples."