Such a Couple! One Sword Defeats All Enemies!

"Whoa—!"

Wang Quan Yan declared that he needed only one sword to defeat the Qingyun Disciple from Dragon Head Peak before him, and his words immediately stirred up a huge commotion among the crowd.

Many Qingyun Disciples were gathered around the arena, watching.

They had come for the gossip in the first place, and now, seeing Wang Quan Yan so arrogant, one by one they perked up with interest.

As for that—

Some harbored doubts.

Did Wang Quan Yan really have that kind of strength?

After all—just a few months ago, he had been nothing but a waste who couldn't even break through to the Fourth Layer of Jade Purity. The Dragon Head Peak disciple before him was at the Sixth Layer of Jade Purity!

Could Wang Quan Yan truly be a match for him?

Some said Wang Quan Yan had already reached the Ninth Layer of Jade Purity, while others claimed he was still a waste at the Third Layer of Jade Purity—all kinds of rumors were flying around...

On the high platform.

The various peak masters found nothing unusual in Wang Quan Yan's arrogance.

After all—

They all knew exactly what his cultivation level was.

It was indeed the Peak of Ninth Layer of Jade Purity Realm.

A Ninth Layer of Jade Purity fighting a Sixth Layer of Jade Purity? Given Wang Quan Yan's combat prowess, one sword really was all it would take!

Shui Yue stared blankly at the youth on the arena.

She took in his peerlessly elegant bearing, and in her heart, she seemed to recall someone from the past. Their figures kept overlapping and merging in her mind, until finally...

The cold, aloof Daoist nun let out a soft sigh.

Daoist Cangsong's expression was somewhat stern.

He glanced at Qi Hao not far away.

In the end, he decided not to intervene. He would let Wang Quan Yan encounter him later—no matter how badly Wang Quan Yan beat him, he would say nothing...

Even if it meant killing him!?

Daoist Cangsong would still say nothing.

This, too, was his way of making amends to Wang Quan Yan.

"Sigh."

Daoist Cangsong sighed inwardly.

He thought of Wan Jianyi from days gone by, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him...

On the arena.

The youth wore a green Daoist robe. He stood there calmly, his face handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his black hair loose. A pair of deep, profound eyes flickered with a sharp sword intent, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze—

"Boom!"

The Sovereign Sword trembled faintly.

Even before it had been drawn from its sheath, strands of invisible sword intent had already filled the entire arena!

Seeing this.

Yang Chuan of Dragon Head Peak swallowed nervously.

He inexplicably felt a flutter of panic in his heart, as if the other party really could defeat him with just one sword?

'Impossible!'

'How could this be!'

'Three months ago, he was nothing but a waste at the Third Layer of Jade Purity!'

'How could he possibly defeat me with one sword?'

Yang Chuan tried to comfort himself inwardly.

Before stepping onto the arena, he had already received Qi Hao's instructions: if Wang Quan Yan's cultivation hadn't broken through, then toy with him a little and make him lose face in front of everyone...

"Hmph!"

Yang Chuan let out a deliberate cold snort.

He looked at Wang Quan Yan before him, thinking that he was just putting on a bluff.

After all—

Who could possibly break through from the Third Layer of Jade Purity straight to the Ninth Layer of Jade Purity overnight? Such a thing sounded fake the moment it was said—it was a hundred percent certain that Wang Quan Yan was deceiving others.

Leaping six major realms in a single night?

Faker than fake could ever be!

Did you think you were Ancestor Qingye reborn? Even Ancestor Qingye couldn't be this unreasonable!

With that thought, Yang Chuan's confidence swelled.

He looked down at Wang Quan Yan before him and said haughtily, "I hear Junior Brother Wang has been stuck at the Third Layer of Jade Purity for a while now, unable to break through? Why don't you let your junior brother make the first move?"

Seeing Yang Chuan's posture—

He seemed to want to offer Wang Quan Yan some guidance?

At this, Wang Quan Yan smiled.

Not just him, but even the disciples of Grand Bamboo Peak broke into laughter.

Tian Ling'er furrowed her brows slightly.

She pouted as she stood among the crowd. Just moments ago, she had been flirting with Qi Hao over at Dragon Head Peak, and before long, Wen Min had dragged her back here...

Now, Tian Ling'er watched her old man's face darken.

She could only purse her lips and say nothing—after all, that slap Tian Buyi had given her three months ago had truly scared her...

In the crowd, the aloof maiden stood spotless.

She calmly watched the arrogant Yang Chuan on the stage, the disgust in her eyes growing heavier. The disciples of Dragon Head Peak really were all the same.

Disgusting!

At this, Lu Xueqi made up her mind.

From now on, whenever she ran into a Dragon Head Peak disciple? She'd beat them to death without mercy!

The aloof maiden felt a strange indignation in her heart.

Was she truly disgusted with Dragon Head Peak? Or did she want to vent on Wang Quan Yan's behalf?

Ah~

So hard to guess~

On the stage, facing the arrogant Yang Chuan, Wang Quan Yan smiled and shook his head.

Why did he smile? Naturally, because this man didn't know his own limits.

"Junior Brother Wang, won't you draw your sword yet?"

Yang Chuan said with a proud expression.

Hearing this, Wang Quan Yan's face was calm.

"Draw my sword? You—are not worthy!"

He said so.

The moment the words fell, Wang Quan Yan slowly raised his right hand.

"Boom—"

In an instant, a dazzling sword intent surged wildly.

A blade of light suddenly appeared in Wang Quan Yan's hand—a sword he had conjured from sword intent. After all, Yang Chuan wasn't worth him drawing the Sovereign Sword; that would be making a mountain out of a molehill...

"I told you."

"To defeat you? It takes only one sword!"

The young man in green robes said calmly.

As his words landed, the sword in his hand fell.

"Boom—"

Under Yang Chuan's stunned gaze.

Under the stunned gazes of the onlookers.

An endless sword light surged from the depths of everyone's hearts, a brilliant sword intent piercing the heavens, an unstoppable momentum soaring skyward, and an infinite Sword Momentum spreading wildly, as a fierce gale swept across the entire arena.

"Boom!"

The next moment.

Sword Qi Fills the Universe.

A short while later—

The sword light slowly faded into the sky.

The crowd rubbed their sore eyes and instinctively looked toward the arena, where a young man stood proudly, his azure robes fluttering, black hair cascading over his shoulders, his deep, unfathomable eyes as calm as still water, his garments spotless.

Wang Quan Yan stood there, peerless and transcendent.

He had not moved a single step from start to finish.

But—

His opponent had already fallen to the ground.

"Pfft!"

Yang Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

No visible injuries marked his body, but the natal immortal sword in his hand had shattered into countless fragments.

This scene?

How familiar it was!

Someone instinctively glanced at Lu Xueqi.

Hiss—why does it suddenly feel like these two have a bit of a couple's resemblance?

On the arena.

The azure-robed youth cast a glance at the fallen Yang Chuan, then turned without hesitation and left the arena, for the outcome was already decided...

Stepping down from the arena.

Wang Quan Yan met Lu Xueqi's gaze across the crowd.

'See, this is how a Dragon Head Peak disciple should act!'

'Exactly!'

The aloof maiden returned him a confirming look.

At the same time.

The elder of Tongtian Peak on the arena snapped back to his senses.

He dazedly struck the bronze bell, announcing the result of this match:

"Grand Bamboo Peak, Wang Quan Yan, wins!"

With that.

The 64-to-32 round of competition came to an end.

Next to begin was the 32-to-16 round.