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

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect attacked simultaneously.

Four longswords thrust in from four directions, their sword energies crisscrossing and weaving a dense net of swords in the air. Xie Changkong's Green Wood Sword Technique was continuous and unbroken, Ye Guhong's Geng Metal Sword Technique was incomparably sharp, Meng Hanshuang's Li Huo Sword Technique was as fiery as fire, and Ouyang Xue's Xuanbing Sword Technique was chillingly cold.

The Four Extremes Sword Formation is activated at full power.

"Seal off all his escape routes!" Xie Changkong shouted.

Four sword lights intertwined to form a massive cage, enveloping Dongfang Weiwo within. Flames, ice, sword energy, and sharpness—four forces erupted simultaneously, forming a net that left no gaps.

Someone in the audience exclaimed, "With the Four Extremes Sword Formation at full power, even a Grandmaster at the second level would be annihilated!"

But Dongfang Weiwo didn't even glance at the sword net.

He can travel a thousand miles in an instant.

His figure vanished from the center of the sword formation in an instant, like a reflection in water scattered by the wind, silent and without a trace.

The sword lights of the four swordsmen converged in the center, and the four sword energies collided with a loud crash, exploding into a dazzling burst of sparks, but without touching anything.

"Where is he?" Ouyang Xue exclaimed in surprise.

Dongfang Wei has already appeared outside the sword formation.

He clenched his right fist and punched Xie Changkong's sword spine—the core node of the sword formation, the eye of the Four Extremes Sword Formation.

"boom!"

The fist struck Xie Changkong's longsword with perfect precision, producing a piercing metallic clang. Xie Changkong's hand trembled violently, his entire arm went numb, and the longsword nearly flew out of his grasp. He staggered back several steps before regaining his footing.

A gap appeared in the sword formation.

Ye Guhong's sword was halfway through its thrust when Dongfang Weiwo circled around to his side. She struck the hilt of his sword with her palm, deflecting his attack and sending the sword tip grazing Dongfang Weiwo's shoulder as it flew into empty air.

Meng Hanshuang's Blazing Sword Qi and Ouyang Xue's Frosty Sword Qi attacked from two directions simultaneously.

Dongfang Weiwo unleashed both fists simultaneously.

The left fist shattered the flames. The blazing flames were blasted into countless sparks by the force of the fist, dissipating into the air.

His right fist shattered the ice. The frost-covered sword blade was shattered into countless tiny ice crystals by the force of his fist, shimmering in the sunlight.

The four swordsmen were simultaneously thrown back, their faces pale and their steps unsteady.

"He broke the Four Extremes Sword Formation..." Xie Changkong's voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised shock.

"Surround him! Don't let him defeat us one by one!" Ye Guhong shouted, trying to reorganize the sword formation.

But it was too late.

Murong Qiudi's poisoned needles rained down from the side, each needle coated with a different deadly poison—some fatal, some paralyzing, and some corroding true energy. She flicked her fingers rapidly, and dozens of silver needles intertwined in the air to form a dense net of poison, silently enveloping Dongfang Weiwo.

"Taste my new poison!" She smiled sweetly, but her eyes held a chilling killing intent.

Dugu Xin's treacherous sword attacked from another direction. His figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows, the tip of his sword thrusting out from an extremely tricky angle, aiming straight for Dongfang Weiwo's waist. There was no sound of wind being cut, no flash of sword light, only a barely visible cold glint.

Long Aotian charged forward head-on, unleashing the full power of the Heavenly Dragon Technique. His entire body shone with golden light, making him appear like a golden-armored war god. He clenched his right fist and unleashed a punch, the force of which was like a dragon emerging from the sea, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar.

Three-sided attack!

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Dongfang Weiwo stood in the center of the three-person attack, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He moved.

He unleashed the full power of the Chasing Clouds and Moon Step, his figure weaving through the rain of poisonous needles from Murong Qiudi, like a fish swimming in a rapid current. Each poisonous needle flew past the hem of his clothes, yet could never touch his body.

"So fast—" Murong Qiudi's smile froze, and she tried to adjust the direction by flicking her fingers, but it was too late.

Dongfang Wei had already broken through the rain of poisonous needles and punched Long Aotian's iron fist.

"boom!"

The two fists collided, producing a deafening clang. Long Aotian's face flushed red instantly, and he was forced back three steps, a bloody gash appearing on the bone of his right fist.

"What strength!" Long Aotian took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with even fiercer fighting spirit. "Again!"

But Dongfang Wei didn't give him another chance.

With a swift turn, he pointed a finger, which struck precisely the tip of Dugu Xin's thrusting sword.

"bite--"

The sword tip struck his fingertip, producing a crisp metallic clang. Dugu Xin felt a sharp force travel along the blade, heading straight for his wrist. His hand went numb, and his entire arm instantly lost sensation. The longsword clattered to the ground.

Dugu Xin's face turned pale, and he staggered back several steps, staring at the long sword on the ground with disbelief in his eyes.

Ye Xingchen's sneak attack has also arrived.

He had been waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity. The moment Dongfang Weiwo forced Dugu Xin back, he moved—a solid burst of true energy condensed at his fingertips and shot silently toward Dongfang Weiwo's back at an extremely tricky angle.

Dongfang Weiwo didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

A thousand miles in an instant!

His figure shifted three feet horizontally in mid-air, his finger force brushing past the hem of his clothes and shooting into the distant sea, creating a three-foot-high column of water.

Dongfang Weiwo turned around, took a step, and was already in front of Ye Xingchen.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was as strong as a mountain, without any killing intent, yet it carried an irresistible force.

Ye Xingchen only had time to raise his arms to block before he felt a strong, yet supple, force surge towards him, pushing him backward and sliding all the way to the edge of the ring, leaving two deep furrows under his feet.

He stopped at the edge of the ring, steadied himself, and looked up at Dongfang Weiwo.

"Thank you for going easy on me," he said in a low voice.

Dongfang Weiwo nodded slightly and did not pursue.

In just a few breaths, he neutralized the attacks of more than ten prodigies.

Murong Qiudi's poisoned needles all missed their mark. Long Aotian was knocked back. Dugu Xin's sword was knocked away. Ye Xingchen was pushed off the edge of the arena. Wu Zhao was forced back. Chu Yunxiao was knocked back. Li Tianxing was injured. The Four Extremes Sword Sect's sword formation was broken.

More than ten figures were scattered around the arena. Some were in a sorry state, some were pale, some had blood on their lips, and some had numbness in their hands.

Dongfang Weiwo stood in the very center of the arena, his robes fluttering, his aura as imposing as a rainbow.

He was slightly out of breath, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes remained sharp as an eagle, and his body remained as straight as a pine tree.

He slowly withdrew his fist and his gaze swept across the entire arena.

From Chu Yunxiao to Li Tianxing, from Wu Zetian to Ye Xingchen, from the Four Extremes Sword Sect to Murong Qiudi, from Dugu Xin to Long Aotian.

Everyone whose gaze fell upon him felt a chill run down their spine.

Then he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the deathly silence of the entire hall, it was as clear as a morning bell or evening drum.

"Who else?"

The entire room fell silent.

No one answered.

The prodigies on the stage remained silent, some gritting their teeth, some bowing their heads, some clenching their fists, but no one rushed forward again.

The hundreds of audience members below the stage were completely silent.

The bigwigs from all sides looked at each other, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Master Liaoyin stopped fiddling with the prayer beads, and for the first time, his expression changed.

A chilling apprehension flashed in the old man's eyes.

Chu Tianxing unfolded and closed his folding fan, then unfolded and closed it again, finally stopping in his hand without shaking it any further.

Master Qingyuan lightly swept his whisk, sighed, and said to Guiyuan beside him, "Do you see that? This is the true power of the Heavenly Humanity's inheritance. It's not a technique, not a secret art, but a will. That benefactor from the East has already touched upon the realm of 'Self-Existence'."

Cao Zhengchun took a deep breath, sat down again, and his hand trembled slightly as he picked up the teacup.

The King of the East Sea looked at Dongfang Weiwo in the center of the arena, and the smile on his lips grew deeper and deeper.

"Interesting," he said softly. "Really interesting."

The wind blew across the arena, stirring the robes and hair of Dongfang Weiwo.

He stood on the ring, alone, facing everyone.

No one dared to step forward again.