The sword tips collided, emitting a sharp, piercing screech.
Xiao Rui knitted his brows tight, pouring every ounce of his spiritual power into driving the massive purple sword.
"Bang!"
Under Chen Ke's incredulous gaze, the giant purple sword grew steadily, directly splitting the giant golden sword apart as a streak of purple light struck straight toward the center of his brow!
The next instant, a beam of golden light flew out from the spectator stands, shattering the massive purple sword to pieces.
Immediately following, an aged voice laden with anger rang out, its coercive pressure making the disciples' scalps tingle with numbness:
"Xiao Rui, you have some nerve! How dare you attempt to deal a fatal blow to a fellow sect brother during the inner sect trials!"
The one who made a move was naturally Lu Shenxing; he could never stand by and watch Xiao Rui make a move against his own disciple.
Lu Shenxing leaped into the center of the arena, his eyes brimming with jealousy and hatred:
That brat Xiao Rui actually relied on Mystic Martial Realm strength to resist a Profound Heaven Sealing Spirit Talisman. He had truly underestimated the opponent!
Fu Hanqiu, Ye Yigeng, and Zhao Zhixuan also immediately flew onto the arena on their flying swords.
Zhao Zhixuan furrowed her brow and asked Xiao Rui:
"Xiao Rui, don't you know the inner sect grand competition isn't a fight to the death and should stop at the point of appropriate restraint? Why resort to such a vicious attack?"
Just now, Xiao Rui's final strike had aimed straight for the center of Chen Ke's brow. If Lu Shenxing hadn't intercepted it, Chen Ke's life probably would have been lost.
Ye Yigeng said thoughtfully:
"I kept feeling that just now, the spiritual power fluctuations in the arena were