Let Your Ghosts and Monsters Come; I Will Still Slice Them Down with One Sword!

"Splash—"

As the elder of Tongtian Peak on the arena announced the next round's match list, the entire square of Qingyun disciples immediately erupted into clamor.

Countless Qingyun disciples buzzed with discussion.

One after another, they all converged toward the edge of the arena, trying to find the best spot to watch.

At the same time, all kinds of noisy voices rang out.

"Here it comes, here it comes?"

"The real show is finally starting!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"I heard that Junior Brother Wang Quan from Grand Bamboo Peak is also at the Ninth Layer of Jade Purity Realm? I wonder how he compares to Senior Brother Qi Hao?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"Senior Brother Qi Hao was already at the Peak of Ninth Layer of Jade Purity Realm decades ago... What does Junior Brother Wang Quan have to match that?!"

Voices of debate rose from the crowd.

Many Qingyun disciples began to argue among themselves.

Some of them praised Qi Hao, while others thought Wang Quan Yan had a better chance of winning, but...

Compared to Wang Quan Yan?

Qi Hao clearly had more supporters!

After all.

Qi Hao's age was right there.

An old man nearing a hundred years old—he deserved at least a little favoritism...

At this very moment.

The attention of the entire venue was drawn over.

The aloof maiden had just stepped down from the arena when she heard the surrounding chatter.

For a moment, she frowned slightly in displeasure.

To be honest, she didn't know why she felt displeased.

Was it because she heard those people gossiping about Wang Quan Yan?

Lu Xueqi didn't know.

She chose to follow her own heart.

Since she wasn't happy.

Then she just wasn't happy.

"Shua!"

The aloof maiden lowered her gaze slightly.

She looked toward Wang Quan Yan not far away, a flicker of unreadable emotion in her eyes. So...

Would he win?

On the high platform.

Many of the peak masters also turned their gazes over.

There was a trace of surprise in their eyes, clearly not expecting that Qi Hao and Wang Quan Yan would meet in the round of sixteen advancing to eight?

What a coincidence!

Tian Buyi's eyes flickered faintly.

He glanced at Cangsong not far away, his mind uncertain as to what he was thinking...

According to past custom.

Those disciples with higher cultivation wouldn't meet so early.

At the very least, they would only cross paths in the round of eight advancing to four. Now, for Wang Quan Yan and Qi Hao—both hot contenders for the championship—to meet in the round of sixteen advancing to eight...

It was hard to imagine there was no behind-the-scenes manipulation?!

Tian Buyi opened his mouth.

He ultimately said nothing.

Because even he was now somewhat uncertain about Cangsong's attitude.

If you said he treated Wang Quan Yan poorly, he had gone and sent the Dragon Slaying Sword over; if you said he treated Wang Quan Yan well...

Then why had he rigged things behind the scenes to make Qi Hao and Wang Quan Yan meet so early?!

What was Cangsong really thinking?

Tian Buyi furrowed his brow, saying nothing.

At that moment.

Daoist Cangsong slowly opened his eyes.

That was right—making Qi Hao and Wang Quan Yan meet ahead of time was indeed his own behind-the-scenes manipulation. He had already decided to put an end to this farce early...

No matter what.

This whole farce was Qi Hao's fault.

Since he had done wrong?

Then let him accept his punishment!

Cangsong stared coldly at Qi Hao not far away.

He had already made up his mind: no matter if Qi Hao was beaten to death or crippled later—

He would not intervene!

After all—

Wang Quan Yan was Senior Brother Wan's successor!

Daoist Cangsong's heart stirred with emotion.

In his eyes?

Wang Quan Yan was far too similar to Senior Brother Wan.

He had inherited Ghost Slaying God, become the master of the Dragon Slaying Sword, and had his fiancée stolen from him—wasn't this just a reincarnation of Senior Brother Wan?

In the past, Senior Brother Wan had also been so peerlessly brilliant, cultivating Ghost Slaying God, wielding the Dragon Slaying Sword, and then having his beloved Su Ru snatched away by Tian Buyi.

The two men's experiences were far too alike!

"So—"

"Senior Brother Wan, are you still alive after all?"

Cangsong murmured softly in his heart.

"Shua!"

True Person Dao Xuan cast a slight glance at Cangsong.

He was well aware of Daoist Cangsong's little schemes and knew the other was pulling strings behind the scenes, but he did not stop him...

After all.

Over the years, Cangsong had helped him a great deal.

A certain degree of favoritism within bounds?

True Person Dao Xuan was happy to indulge him.

Besides.

True Person Dao Xuan also knew Wang Quan Yan's strength.

He roughly understood Cangsong's thinking—perhaps he wanted Qi Hao to run into Wang Quan Yan early, so that Wang Quan Yan could vent his anger?!

In any case.

Given Wang Quan Yan's current strength.

Qi Hao was definitely no match.

That was precisely why.

True Person Dao Xuan had not interfered.

Moreover.

He also wanted Wang Quan Yan to resolve this farce quickly. Since Qi Hao bore the most blame in this matter? Then let him suffer a little punishment...

Again, the same old saying.

A genius? They always had certain privileges!

"Dang!"

As the bronze bell on the arena was struck.

The elder of Tongtian Peak formally called out the contestants' names, signaling that both sides could now ascend the stage.

At this moment.

The atmosphere instantly reached its peak.

The many disciples of Qingyun's seven peaks all turned their gazes toward Grand Bamboo Peak and Dragon Head Peak.

"Swish!"

Qi Hao was the first to step out from the crowd.

His white robes fluttered elegantly, making him appear extremely refined. The moment he appeared, he immediately drew the attention of many—no wonder so many in Qingyun Sect held him in such high esteem...

At the same time.

Wang Quan Yan also stepped out from the crowd.

The young man's green Daoist robe billowed freely, and at his waist hung two divine swords—one named Dragon-Slayer, the other Wang Quan.

His figure was tall and straight, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, his face handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes. Even though the surrounding crowd was pointing and whispering, he paid them no mind at all.

Because.

He knew in his heart.

It was time for this farce to end.

After today's battle, the name 'Wang Quan Yan' would be thoroughly renowned!

"Swish!"

The young man's figure flickered.

He instantly appeared on the arena platform, his gaze calm as he looked at Qi Hao before him. There was not a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if he didn't even regard him as worthy of notice...

Because, Qi Hao was not worthy.

"Junior Brother Wang Quan, I didn't expect we would meet in this round of competition."

Qi Hao said gently and amiably.

His expression appeared very mild, but if one looked closely, the delight in his eyes was still discernible...

Qi Hao had already planned ahead.

He intended to publicly declare his feelings before the fight began, stating that he admired Tian Ling'er, then defeat Wang Quan Yan on the spot, using his strength to legitimize his claim.

But—

Would that really work?

Actually, it would.

Only.

The prerequisite was that Qi Hao could truly defeat Wang Quan Yan.

As long as he could defeat Wang Quan Yan, then his entire series of plans would succeed!

It had to be said.

Qi Hao was quite skilled at scheming.

After all, He was, at the very least, an old thing who had lived for over a hundred years.

It was only natural for him to understand such cunning.

But, No matter how many tricks he had up his sleeve?

In the face of absolute strength, everything was nothing!

No matter what demons and monsters you send my way—I shall cut them down with One Sword!