The Eagle King took the stage
Li Jiusheng unleashed his Pure Yang Imprint sword strike, causing Cao Tiandao to stagger backward. Finally, to everyone's disbelief, he fell off the Venerable Arena.
This sword strike was like a thunderbolt, shattering the reverence everyone held for their patriarch.
Before the Venerable Arena, many truly talented young people trembled with excitement upon witnessing this scene, exclaiming, "Past legends about the Ancestral Master all say he was invincible; no one below the Ancestor Realm could rival him. Some even say that the Ancestral Master is the starting point of cultivation. But now, the Ancestral Master, having suppressed his realm to the Venerable level, was actually cut down from the arena with a single sword strike! He's too powerful!"
Not only were the truly talented young people excited, but some elderly cultivators also felt a long-lost surge of passion welling up in their aging bodies upon witnessing this scene.
Within the Venerable Realm, even a Patriarch would be no match for this nameless Sword Cultivator.
"I'm absolutely certain that this person is a peerless genius cultivated by the remnants of the Heavenly Emperor City. Sending him here is to intimidate various forces and lay the foundation for the return of these remnants." An old man stroked his beard and spoke his guess.
"Indeed, to be able to defeat the patriarch with Venerable First Heaven, even if the patriarch suppressed his realm to the Venerable Peak, is still the patriarch's fate. To defeat such a powerful and resolute force so cleanly and decisively is something only the Heaven and Earth City, which once ruled over many territories, could possess," someone said excitedly.
"I don't believe the Heavenly Emperor City Ruins are just a bunch of old fogies thinking about restoration. How could they have nurtured such a prodigy? I'm increasingly certain now that this person comes from heaven, is a visitor from the heavens, an absolute prodigy." Some people objected, firmly believing that Li Jiusheng was Heavenly Visitor, and that this land could not have nurtured such an unparalleled genius as Li Jiusheng.
"Cao Tiandao, as the number one rogue cultivator, is already invincible in strength, yet he was still defeated so decisively. Doesn't that mean no one can shake the position of this mysterious swordsman?" Some people were surprised, and then shocked. A swordsman at the first level of the Venerable Realm was actually able to suppress the outstanding successors of many forces and occupy the first place in the three arenas. This was simply unprecedented.
The crowd buzzed with discussion, their voices filled with fervor. Everyone shared their speculations.
On the arena, Li Jiusheng's Pure Yang Imprint stood silently, extremely illusory, as if it were a figure in a dream, not existing at all, appearing to the naked eye like a wisp of green smoke.
Looking at Li Jiusheng's Pure Yang Imprint, Jin Jiuling excitedly whispered in Li Jiusheng's ear, "Dao Friend, when I first met you, I felt you were extraordinary, like a god descended to earth, unlike any mortal. Now it seems my guess was right. When Fellow Dao Friend breaks through to the Venerable and enters the Ancestral Master realm, who will be able to defeat you?"
Li Jiusheng was not arrogant; on the contrary, he was very modest and shook his head, saying, "Brother Jin, you flatter me. There are countless geniuses in this world. I am merely the best in this small area. How dare I underestimate the heroes of the world? Besides, it's not like no one has come to challenge me."
After he finished speaking, Daoist appeared on the Venerable Arena.
The moment this person stepped onto the Venerable Arena, he drew gasps of surprise from the crowd.
"It was him?"
"If he comes, his combat power will be extraordinary. Cao Tiandao is strong, but compared to this person, he is still slightly inferior."
"Yes, Cao Tiandao is just a rogue cultivator within the Ancestor Realm, with limited resources. This person comes from a Buddhist Sect temple and is rumored to be the mount of a Bodhisattva, possessing extremely strong abilities. He just won first place in the Ancestor Arena. Is he aiming to take the Venerable Arena as well?"
The newcomer was none other than Eagle King, the champion of the Venerable Arena.
He resembled an old man, with a full head of white hair tied back, a stern face, deep-set eyes, and a hook-shaped nose that revealed his true form.
Upon arriving at the Ancestor Arena, the Eagle King remained serious and unsmiling.
He was thin and frail, with barely any flesh on his body; his skin clung to his bones. He extended his hand, his five fingers sharp like eagle claws, his bones clearly defined and veins prominent. Pointing at Li Jiusheng's Pure Yang Imprint, he said indifferently, "Venerable First Heaven is unworthy of first place. Give it up."
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
The Eagle King arrived with an air of superiority, though he did not display any imposing manner, his confidence was evident in his words.
As soon as he opened his mouth, most of the spectators around the arena immediately switched sides, firmly believing that Eagle King could defeat Li Jiusheng.
"This is going to be a good show! The number one player on the Ancestor Arena versus the number one Venerable Arena —it's sure to be an exciting battle."
"Yes, the Eagle King is incredibly powerful. His understanding of the Great Dao is extremely profound, and his physical body is tempered like an ancient, extraordinary physique. Don't let his slender appearance fool you; the force he unleashes is like a force that can shake the heavens. On the Ancestor Arena, he defeated five opponents without a single loss. Even if such a powerful figure suppresses his cultivation to the Venerable Peak, this nameless Sword Cultivator is no match for him."
"I hope the Eagle King can Sword Cultivator so I can see the Dao he has comprehended. If I can grasp even a fraction of it, I might have a chance to break through to the Ancestral Master level."
"The Eagle King comes from the Buddhist Sect temple and is rumored to be almost at the Ancestor Realm. This level of strength is absolutely unmatched in the Ancient Castle. That nameless Sword Cultivator could never be his match."
For a time, everyone was full of praise and excitement, believing that the Eagle King was bound to win.
Behind the crowd, Li Qingshan frowned as he looked at Eagle King's retreating figure and asked, "Senior brother, Eagle King is indeed very powerful, shining brightly on the Ancestor Arena. Are you confident in your abilities?"
The Jin Family Old Ancestor also said, "The Eagle King a naturally born extraordinary species with an extremely powerful physical body. Dao Friend, I'm afraid you'll have to personally engage in battle."
Both patriarchs had fought against the Eagle King and knew how terrifying he was. Even if he suppressed his cultivation to the Venerable Peak, he would still stand out from the crowd.
Even the Jin Family Old Ancestor believed that Li Jiusheng's Pure Yang Imprint could not stop the Eagle King, and that he had to go and fight him in person.
"Whether I can win or not, we'll only know after we fight. If he can block one of my swords, then he can be considered a genius," Li Jiusheng said calmly. The Eagle King was arrogant and said right away that he was not worthy of being the number one Venerable, so Li Jiusheng naturally wouldn't be modest with him.
Once Li Jiusheng establishes himself within the Ancestor Realm, he will avoid his sharp edge.
Once he reaches the Venerable Realm, he'll have to witness firsthand what Innate Sword Body truly is.
On the Venerable Arena, the Pure Yang Imprint, like a wisp of green smoke, moved. Without uttering any words, it simply drew its sword to meet the Eagle King's provocation.
With a clang, wisps of Sword energy rose from the body of the Pure Yang Imprint.
Then, he used his finger as a sword and slashed forward, unleashing a dazzling array of colorful sword light that shot into the sky, resembling the Peacock King spreading its tail feathers in Buddhism.
In that instant, all the sword beams intertwined, surged forward, and then merged into a single sword strike, slashing down.
This sword strike did not produce any violent energy fluctuations, and it was silent afterward, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all the onlookers.
Especially those Sword Cultivators, upon seeing this sword strike, felt as if they had seen a god.
Some older Sword Cultivator shook their heads and smiled bitterly, lamenting that all their years of cultivation had been for naught.
On the Venerable Arena, Eagle King was very confident and arrogant, but when faced with Li Jiusheng's sword, his expression turned serious.
However, he still sounded very confident.
"That sword strike was somewhat interesting, but only somewhat interesting," the Eagle King said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved sideways, instantly creating dozens of afterimages—the result of his extreme speed, leaving behind one after another of residual images.
Then, in a fleeting afterimage, the Eagle King took out his magical artifact, a bow and arrow made of ancient wood, its colors bright and flowing with Qi Yu's energy, intertwined to form the bowstring.
He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and with a whoosh, an invisible arrow shot out, striking Li Jiusheng's Sword energy. With a boom, it directly knocked away some of Li Jiusheng's pure Yang sword light.
But there were only a few.