Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Shen Chunri bent his knee and thrust it forward, precisely shattering his kneecap. At the same time, he grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand and pressed down hard!

"Thump!"

The man's face slammed heavily onto the frosty stone surface of the arena, his mouth filled with blood, and he instantly lost consciousness.

The elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect below the stage suddenly stood up, his eyes wide: "How dare you! This is deliberately intended to cripple someone!"

She turned to look at Duan Qitian on the stage: "Sect Leader Duan!"

Duan Qitian remained calm and slowly said, "You can admit defeat."

The implication was clear: by not conceding defeat, they implicitly agreed to continue fighting. Since the Feng Hua Sect hadn't killed anyone, they hadn't broken any rules.

The Qingyun disciple who had initially made sarcastic remarks suddenly became serious, his spiritual energy surging instantly, clearly indicating that he was the most powerful among them. He was about to raise his sword to retaliate.

Xie Weixing's fingers twitched slightly, and the dragon scales in mid-air flashed with light, instantly wrapping around his limbs. The spirit-locking patterns tightened tightly, and the long whip lashed back sharply—

The next second, Shen Chunri leaped up and kicked him hard in the chest!

"Bang—"

A muffled thud from a body was heard, and the scene was horrifying.

The disciple was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. His meridians were damaged, and he coughed up blood. His fingers gripped the edge of the arena, and his face and hands were covered in blood. He was right next to the Qingyun Sword Sect elder, looking extremely horrifying.

Shen Chunri's speed was dazzling, every move was decisive and powerful, his actions clean, crisp, and extremely fierce.

Despite her youthful figure, her explosive power was ridiculously fierce. In close combat, there was no trace of her medicinal cultivation.

Shen Chunri knocked down the third person and snorted coldly.

She had been specially trained by her senior sister since childhood, and no beating she received was for nothing. Even Xie Weixing didn't dare to get close to her and fight her hand-to-hand, let alone this group of self-righteous scum.

Today, Feng Hua Sect must not only win decisively, but also achieve absolute dominance.

The disciples of the sect who were watching were dumbfounded. All their doubts and ridicule were stuck in their throats, and they couldn't utter a single word.

"Holy Seal Spiritual Technique, First Form," Xie Weixing said calmly, "Holy Wheel."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge crescent-shaped blade rose up behind him and smashed towards the Qingyun Sword Sect.

"boom--"

The loud bang made the arena tremble slightly.

The icy buds had not yet dissipated, and the black and red whip drooped with flowing light, its dragon scales slowly turning, the whip's tail wrapped around Xie Weixing's wrist.

The five members of the Qingyun Sword Sect collapsed to the ground within moments.

The entire room fell silent.

Shen Chunri stood in the center of the messy arena, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes still filled with a fierce glint.

"Little snakes," Xie Weixing yawned, having not even used 30% of his spiritual power, "send them back to where they belong."

Shen Chunri's smile grew even brighter, her emerald green vertical pupils turned ruthless, and she coldly said, "Cangbi, finish this."

Upon hearing this, the green snake beside him suddenly shone with spiritual light and swept its tail.

"boom--"

All five were thrown off the stage.

Shen Chunri dusted off his palms, raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked with a hint of lingering satisfaction, "The sect competition, twelve from the Spirit Realm?"

She curled her lip: "Nothing special."

"You!" The elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect trembled with rage. "You've gone too far!"

Given this situation, the remaining disciples probably won't even be able to finish the three preliminary rounds!

The audience erupted in cheers and murmurs.

"What kind of magical artifact is that whip? It's both righteous and evil, and so powerful... it's probably already at the divine level."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

"I sensed the aura of ancient bloodline, seemingly from the dragon race. How could an artifact imbued with the aura of the dragon race be in the hands of an unknown youth?"

"No wonder the Feng Hua Sect is so arrogant; their trump cards are too deep."

The elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect turned ashen-faced, his fury turning into terror, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

Xie Weixing smiled and led Shen Chunri down the arena slowly. The cold wind blew the corner of his black clothes, making them flutter sharply.

He spoke calmly, slowly uttering from his thin lips: "To broaden the horizons of the cultivation world, let me show you what truly deserves to be called—"

The young man slightly raised his beautiful peach blossom eyes, his pale blue, glassy pupils like precious amber: "Genius."

*

"What truly defines a genius?" Shen Chunri excitedly clung to Yu Xintang, repeating himself in a barely audible voice, "What truly defines a genius?"

Yu Xintang smiled helplessly and pushed her head to the side.

Shen Chunri then went to pester Nie Zhao again: "What truly defines a genius? Senior Sister! Did you see that just now? I did this and that with a few swift moves, and then unleashed a flurry of blows, and they were all down!"

Nie Zhao couldn't help but chuckle: "I saw it, sit down properly."

However, the sense of pressure is indeed very strong; nowadays, probably no one who draws the Feng Hua Sect would not feel a sense of unease.

"Wow, he's so cool, so incredibly cool!" Shen Chunri exclaimed excitedly. "Why does Xie Weixing always say things that make people grit their teeth in hatred? My God, I wish I could turn back time and fight him again!"

Tan Suiting turned his head slightly, a slight smile curving his lips, and looked at Xie Weixing with sincerity and amusement.

Senior brother is still so amazing.

My senior brother has always been this amazing.

[A little dragon who admires strength is almost completely smitten.]

[It's fine to talk about it casually, but if you actually transmigrated into a book, who wouldn't want to get worked up and say, "Today I'll show the cultivation world what it truly means to be a genius!"]

[Please, Xie Weixing, can you please act in this episode? Dad, I'm your daughter for life, I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you!]

[The replay is saved; I'll put it as a QR code on my tombstone after I die.]

[Aren't you sisters a little too temperamental?]

[Everyone begins reciting: "Education is for all, a gentleman follows his heart, unintentionally lingers on the long path of cultivation, the Feng Hua Sect is vast and boundless."]

[The name Feng Hua Sect is truly wonderful; the more you savor it, the more you appreciate its charm. It evokes images of unparalleled geniuses and youthful brilliance.]

Wherever you go, the wind leaves its mark everywhere.

"Sweetie," Xie Weixing hugged Shen Chunri to calm her down, "Let's go back."

The remaining two matches are tomorrow, and they're too lazy to stay and watch the excitement.

"You guys go back and rest," Fu Yao said, having somehow turned her chair around and resting her chin on the back as she stared at the arena. "I'll help you see the strength of the remaining sects."

"Yes," the chubby elder next to him nodded, smiling broadly, his eyes full of pride in his little pigs growing up. "I already told you about the meals yesterday, they're all your favorites. Go back and get some rest, don't feel pressured, you're the best."

Unexpectedly, Fu Yao, who was always lazy and a hands-off manager, would take the initiative to stay and help them gather information. The group raised their eyebrows slightly at almost the same time.

"Okay." Xie Weixing replied, covering Shen Chunri's mouth as she tried to speak and walked forward.