Challenging a Crowd Alone

As Wang Ritain traveled, he circulated his internal energy. His Innate Dao Body acted like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal his internal injuries.

He would occasionally glance down at the system panel, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips.

"This reputation is coming in really handy," Wang Ritain murmured to himself, his eyes sparkling with excitement. After a brief pause, he willed his thoughts, using his reputation points to exchange for healing. In an instant, a warm, gentle power flowed through his body. Wherever it went, the meridians and internal organs damaged by the battle were like land parched by drought, quickly nourished and recovering at a visible rate. Not only that, but Wang Ritain then invested the remaining reputation points into improving his cultivation. His aura suddenly changed, and he successfully broke through to the Great Grandmaster realm. At this moment, the true qi within him surged like a torrent, forming a terrifying vortex. Wisps of demonic energy mingled with the true qi, slowly leaking out as if announcing his extraordinary nature to the world. The quality of this true qi had long surpassed that of Xuanyuan Jingxuan. If he were to spar with an ordinary Finger Profound Realm expert in terms of internal energy, Wang Ritain was fully confident he could crush them.

However, Wang Ritain knew that with his current strength, he was still far from being able to contend with a top-tier figure like Xuanyuan Dapan, a half-step Martial Emperor. He stood on a mountain peak, the wind whistling past his clothes, making them flap loudly. Wang Ritain's brow furrowed, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. He decided to continue improving his strength. "System, exchange for Sword Twenty-Three," Wang Ritain silently commanded.

As soon as the words left his mind, an incredibly terrifying sword intent shot up into the sky, like a white lightning bolt piercing the firmament. This sword intent instantly swept across the entire martial world, drawing the attention of countless experts. Those who were practicing their swords felt their weapons hum, as if surrendering to this powerful sword intent. They all stopped their movements, looking in the direction of the sword intent with terrified expressions. "This... what kind of terrifying sword intent is this?" a veteran swordsman stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.

After the sword intent dissipated, Wang Ritain stood quietly in place. Though he held no sword, his entire being exuded the sharp aura of a divine sword unsheathed. At this moment, if someone in the Vajra Realm stood before him, they would feel their body as fragile as paper, liable to be torn apart by this sword intent at any moment. Wang Ritain waved his hand gently, feeling the powerful force within him, a confident smile appearing on his lips. He knew the immense power of Sword Twenty-Three, which gave him a little more confidence in defeating Xuanyuan Dapan.

Wang Ritain continued on his way, pondering how to gain more reputation points as he walked. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his gaze fell upon Martial Emperor City. Martial Emperor City, located on the coast of the East Sea, was like a brilliant pearl embedded in the vast land. This city was guarded by Wang Xianzhi, who had held the title of number one in the Liyang martial world for sixty years. For many years, countless martial arts experts had come to challenge him, hoping to make a name for themselves against this legendary figure. However, without exception, they all ended in failure. Outside the walls of Martial Emperor City, a dense array of weapons left by defeated challengers hung, swaying in the wind as if recounting past tragedies. Wang Xianzhi, this legendary figure, had fought bare-handed for over sixty years, never once tasting defeat. In the hearts of martial artists, he was an insurmountable mountain. Wang Ritain, however, believed that Martial Emperor City was an excellent place to make a name for himself. If he could carve out a path there, his reputation points would surely soar again. With this thought, Wang Ritain quickened his pace, heading towards Martial Emperor City.

Several days later, Wang Ritain set foot in Martial Emperor City. The city was bustling and lively, with traffic jamming the streets and people coming and going. Shops lined the streets, their wares displayed, the sounds of hawking and laughter intermingling to form a vibrant scene. However, Wang Ritain's appearance instantly shattered this bustling atmosphere. Many martial artists looked at him with surprise. "Isn't that Wang Ritain? He's being targeted by Xuanyuan Dapan, and he still dares to show up here?" one martial artist whispered, his eyes filled with confusion.

Wang Ritain ignored the gazes of the crowd and walked directly to the center of Martial Emperor City. This was a wide square, usually a place where martial artists practiced their skills. Wang Ritain stood in the middle of the square, took a deep breath, and circulated the Three Points Return to Origin Qi. True qi surged around him, the powerful force causing the ground to tremble. Then, he slammed his hands forward, forcefully lifting a hundred-meter radius of land, and a simple yet imposing arena appeared before the crowd.

"I, Wang Ritain, hereby set up this arena today, wishing to spar with martial artists from all over the world!" Wang Ritain's voice boomed like a great bell throughout Martial Emperor City. This shout was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples. Martial Emperor City erupted in an instant, and people surged towards the square, eager to witness the spectacle of Wang Ritain, who dared to challenge the Ancestor of the Xuanyuan Family.

"This Wang Ritain is too arrogant! To dare set up an arena in Martial Emperor City."

"Yeah, who does he think he is? This isn't a place for him to run wild."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, Wang Ritain's arrogance angering many. Several experts in the Three Shattered Realms appeared near the arena. Among them was a burly man in the Vajra Realm, his muscles bulging like small mountains, his eyes radiating a fierce aura. There was also a middle-aged man in the Finger Profound Realm, clad in a black robe, his face somber, exuding a mysterious aura. And an elder, half-step Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, his hair white, but his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. They unceremoniously released their imposing auras, attempting to pressure Wang Ritain.

Wang Ritain looked at the people before him with a calm expression, as if their auras had no effect on him. "Come at me all at once," Wang Ritain said indifferently, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Kid, you're too arrogant!" a Vajra Realm expert roared, wielding a long spear whose tip glinted with cold light. With that, he stomped his foot and charged at Wang Ritain like a black lightning bolt. The spear danced, creating a whistling wind, its momentum terrifying, as if it intended to pierce Wang Ritain through.

Seeing this, Wang Ritain calmly waved his hand, and a blade aura mixed with dense demonic energy instantly appeared in his hand. The blade aura, like a black crescent moon, slashed towards the spear. With a "crack," the spear was instantly cut in two. The Vajra Realm expert's eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could react, the blade aura sliced through his body, splitting him in half. He fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

"This... how is this possible?"

"Wang Ritain's strength is actually this terrifying!"

Witnessing this, everyone cried out in shock. The remaining experts exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation flashing in their eyes, but soon their gazes turned firm. Unwilling to be intimidated by Wang Ritain, they all attacked, charging towards him. In an instant, blades flashed and swords gleamed, various powerful martial arts techniques blooming on the arena. However, no matter how high their realm, even the half-step Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts were like fragile ants before Wang Ritain. The blade aura in Wang Ritain's hand was like the scythe of death; with each swing, someone fell. Over ten people perished, the arena already stained red with blood, the scent of gore filling the entire square.

The crowd watched Wang Ritain in terror, realizing at this moment that he was using a demonic blade. That monstrous demonic energy inspired awe and fear. "He's using the Seven Demonic Blades! The power of this demonic blade is actually this immense!"

Just then, a group of people who had just arrived saw the bloody scene and asked in shock, "What on earth is going on? Who is this person?" Someone quickly replied, "He's Wang Ritain, the Wang Ritain who dared to challenge the Ancestor of the Xuanyuan Family!"