Qingyuan Battles Duobao, A Duel Between Sword Dao and Sword Dao!

"Who do you think will win the bet?"

At this.

Chijingzi smiled bitterly. "How could I dare wager the treasures bestowed by our teacher, Senior Uncle, and Junior Uncle? I hope you'll forgive me, Senior Disciple Brother."

"That was indeed rash of me. How about we use the pills granted by Senior Uncle Taiqing as the stake instead, to add a bit of spice to this tedious life? What do you say?"

Guangchengzi winked, and Chijingzi had no choice but to agree. "Since you've put it that way, Senior Disciple Brother, how could I refuse? That would be my fault."

"Hahaha, good. Then who do you favor, Junior Disciple Brother?"

"And who do you favor, Senior Disciple Brother?" Chijingzi countered.

"Daoist Duobao, of course!"

Guangchengzi spoke bluntly. "Daoist Duobao has a multitude of treasures and vast divine powers. Even though I've been a disciple for a short time, I can see his extraordinary talent. He's a Golden Immortal. No matter how deep Qingyuan's comprehension of the Law of Swordsmanship is, his cultivation base is a whole major realm lower—that's like a rootless source. How can he bring it to bear?"

"On the other hand, I also sense a considerable sword intent from Daoist Duobao."

"Look at Daoist Duobao—everything he wears is a treasure, including Innate Spiritual Treasures. How could he lose to Qingyuan in a duel?"

"Heh, impossible!"

Hearing Guangchengzi's analysis.

Chijingzi nodded, then suddenly realized something.

He said bitterly, "Then no matter how I choose, you've already picked the best option, Senior Disciple Brother. It looks like you'll win again."

"Haha, just a little game."

Guangchengzi chuckled, then turned to Immortal Elder Nanji. "Would you like to join, Senior Disciple Brother?"

"I'll pass."

Immortal Elder Nanji shook his head, his deep eyes fixed intently on the Sect of Interception.

A hint of worry stirred within him.

The Sect of Interception was so strong and growing—within it, there were first the Innate Spirits like Duobao, Jinling, Wudang, Jinguang, and Pilu as disciples, mostly Mystic Immortals and Golden Immortals, with a vast number of followers.

On Kunlun Mountains, they were 'loud and imposing.'

Outsiders now knew only of the Sect of Interception, not the Human Sect or the Chan Sect.

If this continued, it would bode ill for their Chan Sect.

The dojo of Qingyuan was buzzing with activity, more and more cultivators gathering and discussing.

Meanwhile, Qingyuan and Daoist Duobao were locked in a clash of gazes.

A moment later.

Qingyuan said coldly, "A spar between fellow disciples should have its limits. How about we set some rules? Let's decide how to duel. If you lose, you'll never bring this up again. We disciples of the Sect of Interception should work together to glorify our sect, not stir up endless internal strife. What do you think, Junior Disciple Duobao?"

"Agreed!"

Daoist Duobao nodded and asked, "Senior Disciple Qing, please tell me what you want to compete in."

"I am your senior, so I should yield to you. You name it, Junior Disciple Duobao. I dabble in a bit of everything!"

Qingyuan smiled gently.

Such arrogant words stirred murmurs among the Disciples of the Sect of Interception. Duobao's expression shifted slightly as he shot into the sky with the fire-light sword on his back, shouting, "It seems today, Senior Disciple Qing, you intend to make me submit wholeheartedly! Fine! Fine! Fine! Then I'll accept the challenge!"

"I, Duobao, am unworthy, but over the years following our teacher, I've also grasped the Law of Swordsmanship. Today, I wish to compare swordsmanship with Senior Disciple Qing!"

"But this sword in my hand is the Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Crimson Flame Nine Dragon Firelight Sword, with terrifying power. I wonder if Senior Disciple Qing dares to match it!!"

Daoist Duobao's aura surged as he pointed his sword at the void.

Qingyuan's words seemed modest.

But Duobao saw through them—this 'Senior Disciple Qing' wanted to outshine him in every way, to make him submit completely, to live forever in Qingyuan's shadow, never daring to act treacherously again.

But...

His actions were indeed treasonous!

If he won, he could become the sole Senior Disciple Brother of the Xuan Sect.

Supreme above heaven and earth as the Xuan Sect's first disciple!!

If he lost...

Outmatched... he'd have nothing to say!

"The Crimson Flame Nine Dragon Firelight Sword? That treasure! Last time I traveled with Senior Disciple Duobao, he sensed a spiritual treasure emerging and went deep into a volcanic mountain range, guarding it for tens of thousands of years before obtaining this sword. Its power is astonishing, but I never thought it would shine today."

"Senior Disciple Qing's comprehension of the Law of Swordsmanship is terrifying, but his realm is far below Senior Disciple Duobao's, and he has no treasures to rely on. He might not win in a sword duel!"

"What a fearsome sword..."

The immortals buzzed with discussion.

Yet Qingyuan's face showed no ripple. He said calmly, "Please!"

Daoist Duobao wasted no words, swinging the Firelight Sword as he charged at Qingyuan.

The first strike was merely a probe.

But Duobao gave it his all, pouring his vast Golden Immortal mana into the sword, while also infusing this single blow with years of insight into the Law of Swordsmanship. In an instant, flames blazed, sun and moon dimmed.

The sky turned into a sea of red, a blazing inferno.

Nine Wrathful Dragons howled past, and the sharp, terrifying Law of Swordsmanship flooded heaven and earth like a tide—silent as spring breeze, yet biting as the bitter cold of winter, enough to make one's hair stand on end!

Overwhelming and all-encompassing.

A tidal wave of Sword Qi, all fused with the Law of Swordsmanship!!

Seeing such terrifying momentum.

Countless cultivators on the scene held their breath, eyes wide as they watched to see how Qingyuan would respond.

"Well struck."

Qingyuan smiled faintly.

In his hand, a pitch-black longsword suddenly appeared. Its blade was carved with intricate, exquisite patterns depicting a surging Black River Sea, waves crashing against the shore, devouring myriad realms. The moment it emerged, the surrounding temperature plummeted as if winter had descended!

He fixed his gaze.

And swung the sword.

In that instant.

Behind him rose a colossal wave, taking on the form of Kunpeng Momentum—vast, pitch-black, devouring heaven and earth and all living things. The cold, deadly Heavenly Water surged endlessly, flooding mountains and rivers as the longsword swept forward!!

A sharp-eyed cultivator noticed.

And was stunned.

This fierce, onrushing Heavenly Water was actually formed from countless strands of the Law of Swordsmanship, condensed to their utmost limit.

Every drop, every ripple, was a convergence of the Law of Swordsmanship!!

Such a display was unheard of!

Since when could a Mystic Immortal grasp such profound Great Dao Laws?

It seemed like a long time.

But in truth, only a moment passed before the two clashed in their swordsmanship, colliding head-on!!

Boom!!!

'Water' and 'fire' met, churning up vast clouds of 'mist,' turning the entire sky into a hazy gray. Thunderous booms rose and fell without cease, and countless cultivators, faces pale, scrambled backward.

Only those with profound, unfathomable divine abilities.

Could see.

The collision of Heavenly Water and sea of fire was a clash of the Great Dao Laws of the Sword between two great cultivators—destruction and devastation born from impact!

Amid the destruction.

Both sides' understanding of the Law of Swordsmanship was also being laid bare.

Duobao, as the aggressor, was fierce and boundless, wielding overwhelming force, seeking to crush Qingyuan with his superior realm and immense power. Thus, from the start, he pressed down with an overwhelming momentum!

But who would have guessed.

Qingyuan countered force with force.

His terrifying grasp of the Law of Swordsmanship not only withstood Duobao's crushing assault but even struck back, devouring and overwhelming Duobao's sword-law step by step!!

In a contest of pure strength.

He not only endured the full-force strike of a mid-stage Golden Immortal but also dismantled the ferocity of his opponent's sword!

Such a display of raw power.

Left countless cultivators grim-faced.

Unable to believe that Qingyuan was merely a Mystic Immortal.

Yet no one knew that since Qingyuan had stepped into the Ultimate Innate realm and switched to practicing the Mystic Art and Primordial Art, his foundation had become terrifying beyond measure. With two disciples who were Innate Variants boosting his realm, divine abilities, and talent, his combat strength had long surpassed that of a Mystic Immortal.

Even if he faced a late-stage or even peak Golden Immortal with extraordinary origins.

He might not necessarily lose.

Let alone merely debating the Dao with Duobao?

"Well played, Senior Disciple Qing—your hidden depths are truly remarkable!"

Duobao's expression shifted slightly.

He willed his intent to manifest the Law of Swordsmanship.

In an instant, the sea of fire condensed into nine sword-law fire dragons, their terrifying, scorching heat laced with sharp, concentrated, life-or-death ferocity!

As if with one blow, he would shatter Qingyuan head-on!

But alas, this momentum was like throwing an egg against a rock. Beneath the surging black waters, the fire dragons wailed and curled in on themselves.

Duobao gritted his teeth and evolved the Law.

Boom!

In an instant, Heaven and Earth Lost Color, Sun and Moon Lost Light.

Infinite cosmic realms collapsed and shattered, Minor Worlds crumbled as sword light shot to the heavens, faintly carrying the murderous sword momentum of Heaven-Opening destruction as it surged fiercely!!

This sword!

Struck fear into the faces of every living being present!

Whether it was Jinling, Wudang, or even Immortal Elder Nanji and his ilk.

All were greatly startled.

Exclaiming in shock.

A Heaven-Opening momentum?!

This sword actually contained the destructive sword momentum of Heaven-Opening—could this be the Law of Swordsmanship that Teacher/Uncle Tongtian taught Daoist Duobao?

With such momentum, intent, and Dao, I'm afraid even a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal wouldn't dare to simply contend with Laws alone?

"Heaven-Opening Sword Momentum?"

"A pity... I know a little of all three thousand sword paths."

Qingyuan's expression remained calm.

His intent shifted.

In an instant, behind him, three thousand cosmic realms collapsed, countless Major and Minor Worlds were destroyed and crumbled by the neat black torrent, terrifying sword paths converged into the surging black flood and washed away!!!

Rustle...

Countless living beings felt their hair stand on end.

As if everything had lost its reality.

When their perception recovered.

They saw.

In the void.

Daoist Duobao's robes had torn into strips, his hair disheveled, his body covered in dense sword scars.

On his face.

Utter defeat...