Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Li Tianxiao let out a sinister laugh.

He pushed the aura of a Grandmaster at the second level to its limit, his true energy surging through his meridians, emitting a deep rumble, like the roar of an undercurrent in the sea.

He clasped his hands together, and his true energy condensed into form.

A three-foot-long, blood-red sword materialized in his palm—its blade was as transparent as amber, with a flowing crimson light within, as if sealing away a sea of ​​blood. The faint sound of a tsunami emanated from the blade, a mournful lament, like the weeping of countless wronged souls.

The blade's aura was palpable, tearing even the flags several meters away, with strips of cloth fluttering in the wind.

"Blood Sea Mad Blade - First Form, Overturning Rivers and Seas!"

Li Tianxiao roared, his voice shaking the surrounding area.

He rose like a dragon emerging from the sea, his body leaping up from the ground. In mid-air, he flipped and swung his sword down at Ouyang Feiying!

The sword energy transformed into a blood-red raging tide, carrying a foul wind and howling winds, pouring down from the sky. Within that blood-red sword energy, one could vaguely see surging waves and swirling vortexes, as if a real sea of ​​blood had been inverted from the sky.

Ouyang Feiying's eyes narrowed.

A full-force strike from a Grandmaster at the second level is indeed formidable. The Blood Sea Mad Blade is known for its ferocity, with its continuous and relentless blade strikes; once suppressed, it is difficult to recover.

But he did not back down.

Neither dodge nor avoid.

He raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and seemingly flicked it forward casually.

"bite--"

A finger strike, refined to its utmost, burst forth from the sky.

The finger strike was as thin as a hair, yet dazzlingly bright, like a steel needle heated to white-hot, precisely piercing the weakest point of the crimson blade aura—the moment when the blade's momentum was about to be formed, and the old and new forces were alternating.

A crisp clang of metal resounded throughout the stadium.

The overwhelming crimson sword energy split in two!

A crimson blade of energy swept past Ouyang Feiying, cleaving two deep, several-foot-long trenches into the rocky ground behind him. Debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

Ouyang Feiying stood between the two sword energies, his clothes fluttering slightly, unharmed.

Li Tianxiao's expression changed drastically.

Before he could fully unleash his swordplay, his opponent had already found a weakness—not by chance, not by luck, but by extremely precise insight and terrifying control.

"That's interesting."

Li Tianxiao gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with even greater ferocity. He shifted his blade, channeling his inner energy once more:

"Second move, Boundless Sea of ​​Blood!"

The blood-red longsword suddenly exploded!

It transformed into dozens of tiny blood-red rays, shooting towards Ouyang Feiying from all directions. Each ray of blood-red light was only the thickness of a finger, yet it was extremely condensed, containing true energy powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone.

The rain was as dense as a torrential downpour, sealing off all escape routes.

It is everywhere, in all directions, and there is nowhere to hide.

Ouyang Feiying finally made a move.

His body swayed.

Instead of retreating, they took a step forward.

This seemingly small step eerily pierced through the gaps in the crimson light—as if the dense attacks were making way for him, or as if he had anticipated the trajectory of each crimson light and found the only path to survival at the critical moment.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his figure moved through the blood-red light like a ghost or a shadow.

He turned his right hand from fingers into a palm and pushed it forward in a plain and unremarkable manner.

This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves.

There was no impressive momentum, no terrifying sound, and even the palm wind was so weak that it was almost imperceptible—it was like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts gently pushing a door.

But the force of the palm compressed the air into an invisible giant wall.

"Buzz—"

A deep rumble resounded, not a sharp whistling sound, but a tremor that felt suffocating, as if it came from the depths of the earth. The invisible wall of air advanced forward, compressing and distorting the air in its path, even refracting light.

The dozens of blood-red rays crashed into the barrier of energy—

Like moths drawn to a flame.

They crumbled and dissipated, turning into countless red specks of light, as if someone had scattered a handful of broken coral in the void.

Li Tianxiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before the palm strike even reached him, he already felt a suffocating sense of oppression—not from the front, but from all directions, as if the entire deserted island was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

"not good!"

He desperately tried to retreat, stomping his feet hard on the ground as he sped backward.

But Ouyang Feiying's palm strike had already locked down all the space within three feet of him. The air turned into a swamp, into an iron wall, trapping him in place, unable to move forward or backward.

"boom--!"

A palm struck Li Tianxiao's arms as he blocked.

First, there was a "crack"—the blood-red longsword shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of red light, like a dazzling fireworks display.

Then came the cracking of bones—Li Tianxiao's arm armor shattered completely, metal fragments flew everywhere, his tiger's mouth split open, blood splattered, staining his sharkskin armor red.

Finally, the palm strike penetrated through the body—

Li Tianxiao felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit head-on by a charging rhinoceros. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out three feet away, the blood droplets particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Li Tianxiao was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed through the makeshift stone platform railing—the bamboo shattered, the tarpaulin tore—and tumbled seven or eight feet on the rocky beach, the pebbles tearing through his leather armor and leaving bloody marks on his body.

Finally, with a "bang," he crashed into a rock about half his height. The rock shattered, burying him halfway inside.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The entire room fell silent.

Ouyang Feiying withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked around the room.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

"Who else?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The remaining twelve members of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the East Sea had ashen faces.

Some gripped their weapons tightly, some shattered their wine cups, and some had veins bulging on their foreheads—but no one dared to move.

Li Tianxiao was the strongest among them, a Grandmaster at the second level, who had roamed the East Sea for thirty years without ever being defeated. Yet today, he was sent flying by Ouyang Feiying in two moves—no, strictly speaking, with only two fingers and a palm strike.

Two fingers break the blade, one palm shatters the blade.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

How many moves could those twelve people combined withstand from Ouyang Feiying?

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in Qingxuanzi's eyes.

He is a Grandmaster at the second level, the same level as Li Tianxiao.

If he were to take the stage, he could also defeat Li Tianxiao—but he would never be able to do it so cleanly and decisively, and he certainly wouldn't be able to end the fight in just two moves in front of everyone.

He even had a vague feeling that the palm force contained in Ouyang Feiying's palm strike had already touched the threshold of the third level of the Grandmaster realm.

Who exactly is this person?

Whale Roar Master's expression was solemn.

He was a Grandmaster at the third level and didn't take cultivators at the second level seriously.

Between grandmasters, even a single level of difference makes all the difference.

But Ouyang Feiying's palm strike made him sense a dangerous aura—not an overwhelming superiority in cultivation, but something indescribable.

The Five Poisons Master narrowed his eyes.

A venomous gaze swept over Ouyang Feiying, from his brow to his dantian, and from his dantian to his hands and feet.