After transforming into a fairy, I, in my simulation, wreaked havoc in the cultivation world.

[With such a grand event as the Primordial Sword Tournament, it's no surprise that not only Sword Court cultivators came to watch, but also many sects friendly with Sword Court sent representatives.]

"He's actually a physical cultivator?"

On the east side of the stands, an elderly man in a green robe leaned forward slightly, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Judging from the fluctuations in her qi and blood just now, this woman's body cultivation level is probably even higher than her qi cultivation level."

"What, is your Qingxu Sect trying to poach our members again?"

Not far away, a woman in white chuckled softly, her words carrying an undisguised hint of sarcasm.

"Fellow Daoist Qiyue, the defection of the Taiyin Palace disciples was not something our Qingxu Sect interfered with."

A flash of anger crossed the old man's eyes.

"Who knows? A bunch of hypocrites."

The woman still wore a smile, but her words were piercingly scathing.

【"you!"】

"Fellow Daoists, today is an important day for my Primordial Sword Court. Let's not allow a bunch of juniors to make us a laughingstock."

The speaker was an elderly man in gray robes, the very same one who had crossed paths with you at the entrance to the Sword Court.

【"snort!"】

The woman in white gave a cold snort and said nothing more.

But his gaze kept falling on you, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

[Among the crowd in the stands, a young man dressed in black leaned against the railing, watching the fight with great interest.]

After cleanly and decisively defeating an opponent, you did not step down from the stage, but calmly spoke without looking to the side:

【"Next."】

The seats for the Giant Sword Sect were completely silent.

[Zhao Tieshan's defeat was too swift; the disciples looked at each other, none of them rising to their feet.]

【"Sigh~"】

The middle-aged man sitting at the front sighed softly, his gaze sweeping over the disciples, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

The Giant Sword Sect is truly declining with each generation.

His gaze finally settled on a young man beside him clad in heavy black iron armor, and his tone softened slightly.

"Yi'er, it's your turn to go on stage."

The young man slowly opened his eyes, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly to the middle-aged man.

[He then swayed and leaped off the battle platform.]

【"Boom!"】

A heavy thud was heard as the car landed.

The young man was tall and imposing, clad in heavy black iron armor, exuding an aura as steady and imposing as a mountain.

Peak Golden Core stage!

Your gaze sharpened slightly.

[I wanted to show off a bit more and then leave gracefully, but unexpectedly, I ran into a tough nut to crack.]

【but...】

Although this person is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, his aura is far inferior to that of the late-stage Golden Core Blood Fiend encountered in the Black Demon Sea.

Moreover, times have changed; your strength has undergone a dramatic transformation.

[We might be able to beat him!]

"Yang Yi of the Giant Sword Sect."

"Go ahead and attack without hesitation."

You glanced at him sideways, casually beckoned with your finger, and spoke with utter disdain.

To onlookers, this scene was clearly a blatant provocation.

However, the corners of the mouths of the high-level cultivators on the stands twitched simultaneously.

They could clearly sense that the spiritual energy around you was surging wildly, and that the formation on the arena was almost complete.

The cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect are incredibly treacherous.

If you knew what these people were thinking, you would definitely curse them out.

Shouldn't your focus be on how ingenious this formation is?!

Yang Yi's gaze remained calm, unperturbed by your words, but he sensed something was amiss.

He didn't wait any longer.

With a single step, the spiritual light on the Xuan Tie heavy armor surged, and the person became like a mobile fortress, crushing towards you with a violent aura.

【"Zhenyue!"】

[During the sprint, the sword intent, as powerful as a mountain, condensed and slashed down with a thunderous roar.]

The air above the arena shrieked as the sword strike compressed it, and the stone slabs beneath their feet crumbled inch by inch.

【"rise!"】

As you retreated rapidly, you brought two fingers together and held them upright in front of your chest.

The next moment, countless scarlet rays of light, carrying a chilling killing intent, burst forth from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena transformed into a blood-red execution platform, with countless crimson rays intertwining like a spiderweb, completely enveloping the sword intent within.

【"Hiss hiss hiss..."】

The sword intent surged wildly within the crimson light; for every strike that severed a single point, ten more would fill the gap, thus continuously eroding and disintegrating the sword intent.

Ultimately, it transformed into specks of light and dissipated before you.

The crimson array remained completely undamaged.

【"Ding ding ding~"】

Meanwhile, crisp, metallic clanging sounds echoed continuously within the crimson light barrier.

Yang Yi constantly shifted and moved within the formation, occasionally colliding with the blood-red threads. Although this didn't cause any damage, it continuously eroded his spiritual power.

A moment later, he suddenly stopped, letting the crimson threads attack him.

【"Boom!"】

Just as the attack was about to strike him, an immensely powerful sword intent erupted from his body.

Countless gigantic sword shadows spread out from Yang Yi's body, like the roar of a thousand horses, rapidly sweeping in all directions.

The moment the crimson threads touched the sword domain, they emitted a crisp "hissing" sound, and the scarlet light flickered violently, being forced back inch by inch.

【Sword Domain!】

Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, a thick, yellow sword domain firmly protecting him.

Before he could even catch his breath, a terrifying aura rapidly rose into the air.

He suddenly looked up and saw that you had somehow appeared in mid-air, your body surrounded by a dense, almost tangible, crimson aura, as if you were draped in a blood-red battle robe.

The next moment, as you slammed your right foot down, a blood-red footprint materialized out of thin air.

"Boom!"

The instant the blood-red footprint exploded, a visible shockwave emanated from you and spread outwards.

Meanwhile, Yang Yi below felt an unprecedented pressure. His sword domain trembled violently, emitting a series of humming sounds as if it were about to collapse under the strain.

【"Boom!"】

Before he could react, a second crimson footprint had already solidified in the void, even more solid and heavy than the first.

[Boom boom boom~!]

The air exploded as it was stepped on, producing a dull thud.

Yang Yi gritted his teeth and unleashed his full power to activate his sword domain. All the giant sword shadows simultaneously turned their tips and charged towards the oppressive force above.

【"Buzz~!"】

But then, your body suddenly plummeted, like a blood-red meteor, crashing straight towards Yang Yi.

【"Click click click..."】

Before he could even complete the third step, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and fine cracks began to appear around his sword domain.

Yang Yi's pupils suddenly contracted; no matter how much he channeled his spiritual power, he couldn't break free from that invisible suppression.

[I'm going to get...]

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(Two chapters tonight)