Accompanied by a tremendous bang, the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's agonized wails rang out from within the sea of fire that filled the sky!
"Roar—"
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, holding their breath. The arena was silent as death.
The entire crowd erupted!
Countless people burst into deafening cheers.
"He won... He actually won!!"
"Xuan Aotian actually defeated a demonic beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm!!"
"We're rich!"
Xuan Aotian hovered in midair, his expression indifferent, neither sorrowful nor joyful.
"The Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm?"
"Nothing more than this."
A sword mark appeared in his palm as he prepared to recall the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
Yet he suddenly discovered that the Immortal Slaughtering Sword seemed to have been firmly locked down by something. It did not move for quite a while.
Xuan Aotian frowned, looking doubtfully at the blazing sea of fire below as he muttered.
"What's going on?"
Suddenly!
An incomparably violent beastly roar that shook the soul resounded from within the sea of fire!
"Roar!!"
The surging sea of fire was actually torn apart, and the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's incomparably ferocious head shot out from within!
Its beastly eyes burned with hatred and fury. It opened its fang-filled, blood-basin mouth, and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was shockingly embedded in its thick tongue!
How was this possible?!
He had clearly already...
Xuan Aotian's pupils abruptly contracted as he stared at the scene in disbelief.
An extremely terrifying crimson radiance brewed in the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's mouth, with flames capable of incinerating all things spilling forth.
Boom!
Endless flames came pressing down. This sudden turn of events left him no time to think.
Xuan Aotian had no choice but to strike out with his palm, unleashing a terrifying sword radiance to block it as he hurriedly dodged aside!
With the Sky Dome Sword Body, every move and stance contained powerful sword intent!
Rumble—
Within that boundless sea of scarlet flames.
A human-shaped blaze was blasted flying from within.
It rolled several times before crashing heavily onto the distant arena grounds.
Ding! Destiny protagonist Xuan Aotian has suffered severe injuries. Destiny Value reduced by 2000!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2000 Villain Points!
Everyone looked upon this scene in disbelief and cried out.
"What's going on? That Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon isn't dead?!"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Within the arena, Xuan Aotian's Treasure Body erupted with divine radiance, shaking away the flames on his body. He immediately took out a Saint Grade Pill to recover.
After all, it was a ferocious beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm. The taste of its flames was far from pleasant.
Though he possessed the Sky Dome Sword Body, as a sword cultivator, his offense was peerless but his physical body was not particularly formidable.
Thus, during battle, he had tried his utmost to avoid the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's flames.
But what he had not expected was that his previous strike had failed to kill this beast!
The formerly indifferent and arrogant expression was gone. Xuan Aotian's eyes were filled with doubt and incomprehension.
"Damn it, how could my sword have deviated?!"
"Roar!"
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon gave him no chance to catch his breath.
It whipped up towering flames, charging headlong as it roared in extreme fury.
The flames danced and surged like tidal waves. That incomparably terrifying heat and astonishing killing intent immediately jolted Xuan Aotian awake.
His expression darkened, and with icy fury in his eyes, he shouted.
"Beast! Do you think that without a sword, I, Xuan Aotian, would fear you?!"
The Heartless Sword Art circulated, and Xuan Aotian's entire aura underwent a sudden, drastic change.
Vast sword intent erupted without concealment. The earth trembled, and behind him, Qi transformed into swords. In an instant, thousands of Sword Qi condensed from True Qi floated in the air.
The Heartless Great Dao emerged at his side. At this moment, Xuan Aotian was like a Sword Immortal, coldly gazing at the Ghost Flood Dragon before him.
"Originally, there was no need to use this move against a beast like you..."
"You can consider your life well-lived!"
"Die!"
As his words fell, thousands of Sword Qi condensed from True Qi shot forth, blotting out the sky and covering the earth!
This Sword Qi seemed capable of tearing apart everything beneath heaven, breaking all things and prevailing wherever it went!
The surging sword radiance plunged into the raging sea of fire. A trace of fear flashed through the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's eyes as it drew in all its scales to defend itself!
In an instant.
Thousands of Sword Qi shattered those indestructible scales and pierced straight through its enormous body!
"Roar—"
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon let out a deafening cry of agony.
With deep resentment and unwillingness, it crashed to the ground with a boom, its aura completely extinguished.
Xuan Aotian's chest rose and fell. Clearly, that strike had consumed a great deal of his strength.
He slowly walked over, the surrounding flames unable to touch him in the slightest.
Xuan Aotian arrived beside the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's corpse and forcibly pulled out the Immortal Slaughtering Sword embedded in its mouth!
Squelch!
Then, he cast a cold glance at the stunned Fat Deacon on the platform, who had yet to recover, and said icily.
"Prepare the next match."
Only then did the Fat Deacon come to his senses. He hurriedly shouted.
"Young Master Aotian has slain the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon and achieved his ninety-sixth victory!"
Inside the Supreme Room.
When Xuan Ning saw Xuan Aotian use the move that slew the Ghost Flood Dragon.
His expression abruptly changed, becoming incomparably unsightly as he said.
"The Nameless Sword Art?!"
"Damn it! I never expected Father to bestow even something like that upon him!"
Ding! Destiny protagonist Xuan Aotian has incurred the hatred of his younger brother. Destiny Value reduced by 1000!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 Villain Points!
Su Chenxiao looked over.
"The Nameless Sword Art?"
Liu Zishan also looked over with immense curiosity.
"That divine ability Young Master Aotian used just now was truly extraordinary. I never expected him to be able to kill that Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon even without a sword."
"Could this also be a divine ability of the Xuan Family?"
Xuan Ning's eyes were full of jealous fury as he said coldly.
"The Nameless Sword Art is a cultivation technique and divine ability passed down through my mother's family."
"Though it is merely an incomplete volume, its power is boundless. By cultivating this art, even without a treasured sword in hand, one can transform Qi into swords, with power no weaker than that of a magical artifact!"
Ever since his mother's death, this Nameless Sword Art had remained with his father.
His heart was full of confusion. He was also the son of his father and mother, so why did his father favor his elder brother so greatly, passing this divine ability on to him rather than himself?!
Xuan Ning gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as his entire body trembled.
Su Chenxiao's eyes flickered, and he said with some regret.
"Alas, so such a thing happened."
"I never expected Patriarch Xuan to be so partial. It seems that even though your elder brother has severed his ties with the Xuan Family, your father still cannot set his mind at ease over him..."
As though he had thought of something, Su Chenxiao feigned sudden realization.
"I noticed that the treasured sword he wields is also quite extraordinary. It seems to contain imperial essence. Although it is somewhat damaged, it must once have been a peerless imperial sword..."
"Could that sword also be a relic left behind by your mother?"
Xuan Ning closed his eyes and gave a self-mocking laugh.
Throughout the entire Xuan Family, the cultivation technique practiced generation after generation had always been the Xuantian Record. There were very few sword cultivators.
Only his mother had once been a sword cultivator.
If this sword was not his mother's relic, then what else could it be?
Xuan Ning opened his eyes, which were full of desolation and pain.
"Heh..."
"With Xuan Aotian's cultivation at the Undying Realm, if not for my Ancient Clan Xuan Family, how could he possess so many supreme treasures?"
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