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The next day, Chang'an VS Nine Heavens.

Nine Heavens was the first true top-ranked team standing at the peak of its district that Chang'an Team had encountered—the top team of the Central Right District.

Before them, Thunder Team had also stirred up waves. After mobilizing several dragon-type soul masters, their momentum had once been hyped up to a level comparable to Nine Heavens Sect.

Chang'an Team had not won that battle easily.

Now, the Nine Heavens Team they faced directly consisted of seven young soul masters, all from the seven main peaks. They were the elite new branches sprouted in this generation from the towering tree that was Nine Heavens Sect.

World-Protecting Nine Imperial Sects—why could these sects weather so many vicissitudes, watch empires rise and fall and powers wax and wane, yet still sit firmly above the clouds, their prestige undiminished?

Their foundation lay in their possession of numerous Top Martial Soul clans and elite inheritance systems.

Their disciple numbers were inferior to those great sects represented by the Three Upper Sects and Four Lower Sects, which had taken broader root in the secular world.

However, their core martial souls and inheritances represented the very top of this world.

This meant that in every generation of the World-Protecting Nine Imperial Sects, there would inevitably be several Titled Douluo-level pillars holding up the sky, and no lack of Titled Battle Power.

And the Advanced Soul Master Academies under them were precisely the tendrils of this vast system extending into the secular world, important hubs through which they maintained influence, guided in, and absorbed unpolished gems from among the common people.

Admittedly, those most top-tier seedlings of talent still mostly came from the great Top Martial Soul clans within the sects, with long-standing inheritances. But the existence of the academies also injected this transcendent giant ship with a constant stream of fresh undercurrents.

Returning to Nine Heavens Team, as a great sword dao sect, they mainly possessed Sword Martial Souls.

At this moment, the members of Nine Heavens Team standing on the arena stage were—

Xiao Wenzhou (Tongtian Peak), Level 55 Control Type Battle Soul King, martial soul Vault Star Sword, sword qi drawing the stars, seeing into the subtlest depths.

Lin Zhan (Dragon Head Peak), Level 54 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King, martial soul Rending Dragon Tooth Sword, sword harboring a dragon soul, its edge rending the void.

Lu Liuying (Small Bamboo Peak), Level 53 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King, martial soul Sky Glazed Sword, frost-cold Sky Glazed, freezing straight to the soul.

Zeng Leyi (Fenghui Peak), Level 52 Agility Attack/Support Type Battle Soul King, martial soul Wind Chant Sword, sword cries like wind, flowing support.

Song Gang (Great Bamboo Peak), Level 51 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King, martial soul Ten Tiger Sword, blazing tiger spirit, surging scorching flames.

Han Qingyun (Chaoyang Peak), Level 48 Agility Attack Type Battle Soul Elder, martial soul Lesser Yang Sword, sword like the newborn sun, swift and nimble.

Shen Yizhi (Luoxia Peak), Level 47 Defense Type Battle Soul Elder, martial soul Ink Jade Profound Sword, heavy sword of ink jade, carrying all things with deep virtue.

Seven peaks, seven people—all of them Top Martial Souls, condensed into a fearsome force.

On Chang'an's side, those taking the field were Chen Xiaojun, Xiao Yi, Chen Mu, Lian Shouzhong, Zhu Taihong, Shen Youchu, and Su Ningxia. They stood tall and proud, facing the seven peak disciples of Nine Heavens Sect head-on.

Yes, Shen Youchu had gone on stage again. Her injuries were mainly some cracks in her martial soul, which needed nurturing. As for her internal injuries, they were not serious; originally, four or five days of nurturing would have been enough.

This time, the Chen Clan had directly used a Seventh Grade Spirit Herb, Soul Returning Jade Dew Grass. Its medicinal power flowed warmly and gently, accelerating the recovery process.

The tiny cracks on her Azure Sea Tide Sword martial soul had completely closed. Although her internal injuries could not be considered fully recovered, they were no major hindrance. At this moment, her combat strength had recovered to over ninety percent, with only the slightest effect.

This was a great battle that belonged to swordsmanship.

The moment the two sides first clashed, there seemed to be a tacit understanding. Seven figures each drew out trajectories like meteors, instantly completing precise "paired duels" along the 250-meter-diameter battle line in the center.

On the eastern side of the middle, starlight shone brilliantly.

The Vault Star Sword of Tongtian Peak's Xiao Wenzhou swept out, starlight flowing over the blade and leaving specks of diamond-shard-like light traces in the air.

Opposite him, the Seven Stars Long Yuan Sword in Chen Xiaojun's hand lit up with deep star radiance as if in response.

He had always been accustomed to using divine swords of similar attributes to duel opponents of the same attribute, and today was no exception.

The two swords of stars collided, and amid clear, ringing chimes, star fragments drifted down across the sky.

In the battle circle on the western side of the middle, the clash was fierce and direct.

Lin Zhan of Dragon Head Peak had a martial soul, the Rending Dragon Tooth Sword, famed for its tyrannical attack power. At this moment, his sword qi surged like a wild tide of blue lightning, carrying a shriek that tore through the air.

Meeting him was Chen Mu's baleful Seven Kill Sword.

Chen Mu stepped with Seven Star Steps, and the uniquely solitary, razor-sharp intent of the Solitary Peak Sword Art erupted. Every sword seemed to be hacking into a thousand-ren cliff face.

Sparks flew from the crossing blades, with faint lightning leaping within them and the baleful aura of a solitary peak tangling and fighting.

At the northern end of the very center, the battlefield was filled with an entirely different sense of power.

Lian Shouzhong poured all his strength into the Diamond Heavy Sword. He had devoted himself to cultivating the Lian Clan's thousand-year heavy sword method, and now as he swung, it was heavy as a mountain, the sword wind sweeping past with a deep, powerful howl.

The Ten Tiger Sword in Great Bamboo Peak's Song Gang's hand, containing fire-type traits, erupted with searing red light, like a blazing giant tiger roaring.

The heaviness of ice and the explosive ferocity of fire clashed head-on. Every impact of the heavy swords let out a low rumble, sparks and water vapor blasting outward in all directions with violent waves of air.

Slightly south of the center, cold air spread, forming a unique domain.

Xiao Yi's Zhaojun Sword was already unsheathed, the techniques of the Nine Yin Divine Sword unfolding. As its sword light flickered, it suffused the air with a cold, moonlight-like chill.

Her opponent, the Sky Glazed Sword in Small Bamboo Peak's Lu Liuying's hand, was likewise wreathed in ice crystals, giving off an utterly pure, extreme cold.

Moon chill against ice chill—two pure yin-cold attributes silently blended yet fiercely opposed each other as their sword edges collided, and frost quietly condensed around the two of them.

At the easternmost edge, speed and flowing wind became the dominant theme.

Zeng Leyi of Fenghui Peak wielded the Wind Chant Sword as fast as a ghost, each strike flashing out like a startled swan, its true form almost impossible to see; only streams of azure wind could be seen howling and piercing through the air.

Shen Youchu's gaze was calm, and the Azure Sea Tide Sword in her hand transformed into an unbroken surge of blue-green waves.

The foundation that had earned the Shen Family of Fasinuo Province the name "Family of the Swift Sword" was unmistakably revealed at this moment.

Sword light layered like tide upon tide, precisely meeting every tricky thrust of the Wind Chant Sword, as dense, ringing clang-clang impacts burst out one after another.

At a corner slightly west of center, splendor intertwined with sharpness.

Su Ningxia's movement technique was graceful and drifting, and the Willow Leaf Straight Blade in her hand, driven by her strange Mist Breathing Technique, sent out blade light as unpredictable as flowing sunset clouds—at times ethereal as smoke, at times dazzling as brocade.

Han Qingyun of Chaoyang Peak's Lesser Yang Sword was swift as Dawn Light, its platinum sword radiance precise and ruthless.

Sunset glow reflected against sunlight and shadow, the two of them playing out a duel of speed and technique.

From the sidelines, there were perhaps sighs of regret. The inheritor of the Cloud Mist Sword from Luoxia Peak, skilled in misty, drifting sword momentum, had not come today; otherwise, the clash between this Mist Breathing Technique and the Cloud Mist Sword would surely have been a different kind of wondrous sight.

At the northwest end, the final clash of heavy swords rang out like a great bell.

Shen Yizhi of Luoxia Peak's Ink Jade Profound Sword flowed all over with a deep, weighty yellow-brown halo, each strike seeming to drive the pulse of the earth itself, steady as a mountain crushing down.

Zhu Taihong's Molten Heart Heavy Sword was hot as a furnace, dark-red flame energy flowing along the blade, its might overwhelming.

Each powerful, heavy collision between the two heavy swords gave off a heart-shaking muffled boom.

Zhu Taihong and Lian Shouzhong both came from Canghui Academy, which advocated broad, sweeping attacks and was especially skilled with heavy weapons.

The academy's Marin Fando Commandery bordered Ryan Commandery, hailed as the "cradle of warriors," on the left, and Marseille County, famed far and wide for its knightly spear-and-shield techniques, on the right. In such an environment, Canghui's accumulated insight into the heavy sword path was now being fully displayed within Zhu Taihong's ferocious sword momentum.

Seven battle groups unfolded at the same time. Across the Martial Arts Training Ground, sword qi ran horizontal and vertical, light and shadow interwove, and the sound of clashing metal rang without end.

They both had lineups of five Soul Kings and two Soul Ancestors, both had a ratio of five men and two women, and their levels did not differ much either. Truly, worthy talents had met their match.

A grand battle-dance gathering the top young swordsmen of the age was being performed in full, vivid splendor.

Inside VIP Room 88, the atmosphere froze.

Murong Zhe's gaze fell on the Nine Heavens Team within the light screen, and the corner of his lips curved into a cold arc. "Zhang Xiaoding, now this lineup is really something."

"Xiao Yicai, Lin Jingyu, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu, Song Daren, even the descendants of Chu Yuhong and Shen Tiandou are all here."

Zhang Xiaoding's brows furrowed, his tone carrying displeasure. "Watch your mouth. Are my mother and honored martial uncles people you can address by name?"

Murong Zhe's smile deepened, yet his eyes were icy. "Respect? Hmph. Why would my Avici Hall need to take the Nine Heavens Sect's face seriously?"

As the Black Tortoise Holy Envoy of Avici Hall's Ghost King Sect, his old grudges with the Nine Heavens Sect made his words sound like blades wrapped in ice.

Zhang Xiaofan's voice was cold and heavy. "When the sword edge of the Nine Heavens Team cuts down your Wujian Team, let's see if you can still laugh and say such things."

"People really don't pay taxes for bragging, huh." Murong Zhe gave a mocking laugh and looked away.

Zhang Xiaoding also ignored him, his gaze returning to the battlefield.

As the battle dragged on, the advantages and disadvantages in the seven battlefields had gradually become clear.

The stars shifted and revolved, and Chen Xiaojun's sword moves fell like the Star River Descending. Under layer upon layer of pressure, the radiance of Xiao Wenzhou's Vault Star Sword shrank back, and his blocks showed signs that his strength was not enough.

Within the cold mist region, although Xiao Yi's sword path was not as pure as Lu Liuying's, the Big Dipper Grand Technique contained within her shifting, darting figure was extraordinarily profound. Her sword light flowed like mercury, step by step restraining Lu Liuying, the "Heavenly Inquiry Star" ranked among the Chen Clan's Thirty-six Heavenly Stems, and she gradually gained a slight upper hand.

Where Thunder Light Sword Shadow intertwined, the baleful storm stirred up by Chen Mu's Seven Kill Sword grew increasingly dense.

After long immersion in the Solitary Peak Sword Art, its sword intent was lonely, absolute, and profound. At this moment, it steadily suppressed the emerald edge of Lin Zhan's Rending Dragon Tooth Sword, making it difficult for his lightning to unfurl and rage.

At the collision point of blue-green wind and azure currents, Shen Youchu's Azure Sea Tide Sword raised wave after wave, her sword qi unending.

Though Zeng Leyi's Wind Chant Sword was as fast as lightning, it kept shrinking back under the dense net of swift swords inherited by the Shen Family, his figure retreating step by step.

Where the heavy swords clashed, ice and fire surged in a wild storm.

However, Lian Shouzhong, Zhu Taihong, and Su Ningxia had fallen into a disadvantage on the level of sword arts.

But Lian Shouzhong excelled at defense. His Diamond Heavy Sword was thick, heavy, and composed, and his defensive momentum stood like deep waters and towering mountains, receiving and neutralizing all of the blazing tiger roars from Song Gang's Ten Tiger Sword without retreating an inch.

Su Ningxia's Willow Leaf Straight Blade, driven by the Mist Breathing Technique, sent blade light shifting like smoke and sunset clouds. Amid its gorgeousness, hidden killing intent flowed and turned, and together with her varied skills, she fought Han Qingyun's sunbeam-like thrusts from the Lesser Yang Sword to a standstill.

Only in the northwest corner was the battle deadlocked.

The molten flames carried by Zhu Taihong's Molten Heart Heavy Sword surged with wild ferocity, their high-temperature heat waves nearly scorching the air, every chop unbearably blazing.

Yet the thick earth-element astral qi drawn forth by Shen Yizhi's Ink Jade Profound Sword was like an unbroken ley line, heavy and tenacious, blocking all the explosive flames roughly ten feet before him.

That steady defensive circle was like the Wall of Sighs; Zhu Taihong's fierce eruptions could not shake it.

Looking across the whole field, at the centers of the seven Sword Blade Storms, Chen Xiaojun suppressed Xiao Wenzhou, Xiao Yi slightly surpassed Lu Liuying, Chen Mu held the advantage over Lin Zhan, Shen Youchu pressed in on Zeng Leyi, Lian Shouzhong and Su Ningxia were locked in stalemates with their opponents, and only Zhu Taihong's offense was frustrated by Shen Yizhi's defense.

Where the seven paths of sharpness pointed, on the dust-filled arena, the sword light from the Chang'an Team's side clearly held the upper hand, its momentum like sparks gradually setting the plains ablaze.