Smash Ji Fengliu, Battle Xuan Zhou!

"I'd like to see exactly what that Extreme Thunder Sword of yours looks like!"

Ji Fengliu had also lost to Ye Xuan in the art of forging, but he refused to accept it!

He had spent a full two years preparing to forge the Flowing Wind Sword in his hand!

"Heh heh..."

Yet Ye Xuan merely shook his head. Then, with a raise of his hand, he drove the Extreme Thunder Sword into the paving stones before him with a hum.

However, the Extreme Thunder Sword was still sheathed, its sharpness concealed.

"You are not worthy of making me draw my sword."

"Make your move!"

Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair drifting lightly in the wind.

But as his voice spread across the plaza, every cultivator present could not help but suck in a sharp breath.

Not worthy of making him draw his sword!?

Just now, Ji Fengliu had dissolved the combined attack of Wen Yuyan and the other three with a mere wave of his hand. As Barren Continent's publicly acknowledged number-one prodigy, could Ye Xuan truly fight him without even using a weapon!?

Arrogant—too arrogant!

"Not drawing your sword?!"

Ji Fengliu's face twitched at those words.

Over all these years, not even Chu Wan'er had ever acted so arrogantly before him.

What gave Ye Xuan the right!?

"I hope your strength is as hard as that mouth of yours!"

Fury raging in his heart, Ji Fengliu set down the Flowing Wind Sword in his hand and abruptly raised his other hand.

In an instant, a fierce gale rose, gathering within his palm.

"Cloud Dispelling Palm!"

Buzz!

In a flash, a Palm Print formed from a storm shot forth, infused with Ji Fengliu's sword intent as it swept forward and bore straight down on Ye Xuan!

Since Ye Xuan would not draw his sword, he naturally could not use his either!

Otherwise, even victory would be dishonorable!

"Cloud Dispelling Palm—the Ji Family's inherited ultimate art!"

"Ji Fengliu's cultivation has nearly reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. He is far above Ye Xuan!"

"Ye Xuan is finished!"

As Ji Fengliu unleashed that palm strike without holding anything back, many cultivators in the venue shook their heads.

Ye Xuan might be astonishing, but Ji Fengliu's foundation was not something just anyone could compare to.

"A feeble, powerless punch like that—don't bring it out just to make a fool of yourself!"

Yet facing the enormous palm Ji Fengliu had struck out with, Ye Xuan merely gave a cold, mocking laugh.

Then, the Big Hand behind him stretched forth once more. Thunder surged wildly, instantly gathering over its five fingers.

Its fist clenched tight, then suddenly blasted out!

Six Treasury Explosive Thunder Fist!

Buzz!

In an instant, arcs of lightning intertwined, condensing into a dazzling, eye-searing fist radiance that bloomed before Ye Xuan and then exploded forward!

This was the fourth form of the Six Treasury Thunder Fist!

Crack!

But at the very instant fist and palm collided, Ji Fengliu's expression changed drastically!

Because the palm strike he had unleashed with all his strength shattered with a thunderous crash the moment they met!

The thunder fist boomed, its soundwaves surging like a tide. Mountain-shattering force shook the void, pulverizing the cloud palm and charging straight at him!

Ji Fengliu dropped his sword, cracking the ground beneath it, and raised his hand to throw out another palm strike.

Buzz!

Yet even so, beneath that terrifying thunder fist, he was still blasted backward again and again. Only after retreating more than a dozen steps did he forcibly steady himself.

But by then, Ji Fengliu's broad sleeve had shattered, his temple hair was disheveled, and he cut a thoroughly bedraggled figure.

Hiss! Hiss!

For a moment, gasps rang out one after another across the venue.

Ji Fengliu's first attack had actually fallen completely into the disadvantage?

Hadn't Ye Xuan only just advanced into the Heavenly Dipper Realm? Didn't he need time to stabilize his cultivation?

At this moment, all the cultivators of the Lin Tian Sword Sect could not help but grow solemn.

This Ye Xuan truly seemed no weaker than Ji Fengliu.

"Heh, the number-one prodigy?"

"Nothing special!"

At this moment, Ye Xuan lowered his hand. The Extreme Thunder Sword before him still stood where it was, utterly unmoving!

"Damn it!"

Ji Fengliu's shoulders shook violently before he finally dispelled the lightning power that had invaded his body.

Only now did he truly understand Ye Xuan's combat strength.

Not only was this man more perceptive than him, and his Heavenly Tribulation greater in scale, but even his current battle prowess was impossible to fathom.

Faced with Ye Xuan's contemptuous gaze and tone, Ji Fengliu could no longer remain calm!

"You forced me to do this!"

The Cloud Dispelling Palm was useless now. Ji Fengliu abruptly raised the Flowing Wind Sword in his hand.

Buzz!

In an instant, Ji Fengliu's gale sword intent erupted, and a manifestation soared above his head.

It was shockingly a chaotic, turbulent storm. As the currents intertwined, they instantly formed an azure sword shadow nearly a hundred zhang in length!

At this moment, Ji Fengliu had unleashed his full combat power. Wild winds raged around him, whipping his black hair into a frenzy!

"Gasp, Ji Fengliu is going all out!?"

"Storm Spiritual Body, sword intent at minor completion!"

"He entered the Heavenly Gang Realm only a year ago, yet his sword intent has already reached minor completion. With such talent in the sword, he would not be considered poor even at the academy!"

In an instant, cries of alarm rose across the venue once more.

"Ye Xuan, for you to make me use this sword, your defeat will not be unjust!"

At this moment, Ji Fengliu hung in midair, the tip of the Flowing Wind Sword lowered. His pressure was mighty and imposing, like a king among swords!

Flowing Wind Hanging Waterfall Slash!

Buzz!

As his voice fell, his sword suddenly slashed down!

This sword strike, containing all of Ji Fengliu's strength, abruptly transformed into a hundred-zhang Sword Qi that tore through the void!

"It's here—the foremost sword inheritance of the Lin Yun Sword Sect!"

"It was created by the founding patriarch who split the mountain to establish the Sword Sect. Who would have thought Ji Fengliu would master it at such a young age!"

"This sword can slay an early-stage Heavenly Gang Realm cultivator!"

Throughout the venue, countless Sword Cultivators rose to their feet.

Although Ji Fengliu had just been knocked back by Ye Xuan's punch, that had not been his strongest state.

When it came to the sword, they truly could not think of anyone among the younger generation of the Barren Continent who could rival Ji Fengliu!

"The sword?"

"Before the Inquiry Stele, do you still not know yourself?"

Yet as he watched the storm Sword Qi slash down from the sky, Ye Xuan, standing behind the Extreme Thunder Sword, still wore only a mocking sneer on his lips.

Then, with a slight stir of his Divine Sense and the activation of his sword intent, the Extreme Thunder Sword on the ground trembled and rose.

Ye Xuan gripped the sword in one hand. Its edge remained sheathed, yet Lightning Sword Intent instantly flooded its blade!

Crackle!

In an instant, the overwhelmingly tyrannical Lightning Sword Intent shook the void. Thunder boomed, while dazzling radiance rose from the arena like a sun of lightning!

"No, what is that!?"

"Lightning sword intent—and it seems to be sword intent at major completion!"

"Didn't he just advance to the Heavenly Gang Realm? Why has his sword intent already reached major completion!?"

The Sword Cultivators who had just been praising Ji Fengliu were now all dumbfounded.

The sword was exceedingly difficult. In the Barren Continent, comprehending sword intent in the Heavenly Gang Realm was already rare, let alone reaching major completion!

Even those in the Myriad Manifestation Realm might not possess such attainments in the sword.

Aside from his monstrous physique, why was Ye Xuan's swordsmanship also so powerful!?

"Not good!"

On the first high platform, Xuan Zhou's expression finally changed.

He abruptly rose to his feet, about to intervene.

But within the arena, Ye Xuan's lightning sword was simply too fast.

The instant he raised it, that thunder-bathed sword swept forth in a savage slash with the force of withering all in its path!

Riiip!

The moment the two streams of Sword Qi collided, the tempest Sword Qi was sliced apart as easily as thin paper!

Crack!

Ji Fengliu raised the Flowing Wind Sword for one final struggle, but the sword wind shattered, and he himself was swallowed by Sword Qi.

"Fengliu!"

At that moment, the Sect Master of the Lin Tian Sword Sect and the others rose to their feet in alarm.

They knew Ji Fengliu had already lost. They could only hope that he had not been severely injured!

At that moment, silver radiance appeared beneath Ji Fengliu's tattered white robes.

It was unmistakably the glow of battle armor. Faced with Ye Xuan's thunder Sword Qi, the armor's light flared, blocking the attack!

"Stop!"

"Otherwise, you will surely die!"

From the first elevated platform, Xuan Zhou finally roared in fury.

The Ji Family served under the Xuan Clan, and Ji Fengliu had been his childhood companion. He did not want to see Ji Fengliu injured!

"Threatening me?"

On the arena, Ye Xuan, who had originally been preparing to withdraw his sword, suddenly turned cold.

Then, with a slight tremble of his palm, thunder surged once more!

Boom!

The thunder Sword Qi that had landed on Ji Fengliu exploded with a thunderous roar. The sound resounded throughout the venue as Ji Fengliu's armor burst apart, and he was viciously blasted from the arena amid a cloud of Blood Mist!

Only after Ji Fengliu hit the ground did the entire venue come back to its senses.

One punch, one sword!

Ji Fengliu, hailed as the number one prodigy of the Barren Continent, had lost just like that!?

What was more, his opponent had not even drawn his sword before blasting him apart!

"Fengliu!"

Having recovered from their shock, the Lin Tian Sword Sect cultivators rushed over.

Yet they discovered, to their horror, that Ji Fengliu's armor had shattered. A sword wound split from his chest all the way to his dantian. Though he was not dead, his foundation had been destroyed!

"Ye Xuan, how vicious of you! You actually crippled Fengliu!?"

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect rose with an enraged roar. The aura of the peak Myriad Manifestation Realm erupted in full force as he raised his hand to seize Ye Xuan!

Ji Fengliu was not merely a genius of the Ji Family; he was also the face of the Sword Sect. With him crippled, the Sword Sect's dominance would be broken as well!

Today, he would kill Ye Xuan!

"Sect Master Lin, you have quite the nerve!"

At that moment, Su Ziyun flashed forward, appearing before the arena. She spread her arms, her aura directly approaching the Late Myriad Manifestations!

Earlier, she had taken the Thunder Pill Ye Xuan had given her. Though she had not fully recovered, her cultivation had regained seventy or eighty percent!

Back then, she had been the strongest fighter among the four sects!

"Su Ziyun, do you really think you can stop me?" The Sword Master of Lin Tian frowned, killing intent surging.

"If we fight to the death, that remains to be seen!" Su Ziyun sneered, utterly fearless.

"Su Ziyun, and if you add us to the equation, what can you do even if you fight for your life!?"

At that moment, the leaders of the other sects, even the city lords of the three regions, rose one after another. The pressure of the Myriad Manifestation Realm burst from their bodies and pressed down upon Su Ziyun from every direction.

"What, do you think our Northern Region is easy to bully?"

Nangong Shou suddenly sneered. He then leaped directly onto the arena, standing shoulder to shoulder with Su Ziyun before Ye Xuan.

Though they still appeared badly outnumbered, neither showed the slightest intention of retreating.

The cultivators in the venue could not help exchanging looks, their faces filled with shock.

This sect assembly had actually descended into a complete mess?

A massive slaughter between Myriad Manifestation Realm cultivators!?

"Enough!"

Just as both sides stood at swordpoint, Qi Chuan erupted with an angry roar. His Nirvana Realm cultivation swept across the entire venue, crushing all the pressure from the Myriad Manifestation Realm cultivators!

"Do you still have any regard for me, Marquis Qi?"

Under the pressure of Nirvana, Myriad Manifestations fell silent.

Though the Sword Master of Lin Tian and the others found their hatred impossible to dispel, they could no longer make a move against Marquis Qi.

"Heh, if they're not up to it, then what about this young master?!"

Just as Qi Chuan was about to drive them away, Xuan Zhou's icy voice suddenly rang out from the seat of honor atop the platform.

"Young Master Zhou, you?"

Qi Chuan turned back with a frown, thinking to himself, Why is Xuan Zhou stirring up trouble at a time like this?

"Young Master Xuan Zhou, the tournament has already ended. Ye Xuan is the champion—no objections, right?" Su Ziyun asked, her expression taut as she looked toward Xuan Zhou.

"I am the Chief Judge. Whoever I say is the champion, is the champion!"

"But you!"

Xuan Zhou strode step by step toward the platform, his gaze locked viciously onto Ye Xuan as he snarled, "I told you to stop, yet you dared defy me?"

What Ye Xuan had done was plainly a slap to his face—a slap to the Xuan Clan's face!

"So what?"

Yet from behind Su Ziyun, Ye Xuan gave a cold snort. He then raised the Extreme Thunder Sword in his hand and pointed it straight at Xuan Zhou.

"That's because he was weak."

"If you have objections, come down and fight!"

The moment Ye Xuan's words fell, the entire venue went deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed. Even Qi Chuan looked at Ye Xuan in utter disbelief.

Had Ye Xuan gone mad?