Winning the Championship! Seven Peaks Champion Lu Xueqi!

"Boom——"

The pitch-black tribulation cloud gathered above the sky dome.

The muffled roar of thunder continuously rang in everyone's ears, as fierce winds howled and thunder rolled, a white skirt fluttering in the air.

The voice of the cold and aloof girl echoed through heaven and earth.

At this moment.

Everyone was stunned.

Staring at this extraordinary sight before them, they all couldn't help but gasp sharply.

"Divine Sword Controlling Thunder?"

"This is the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art!"

"Heavens!"

"Senior Sister Lu actually unleashed the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art!?"

Many of the Qingyun Sect disciples watching were greatly alarmed.

The Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art was one of the Qingyun Sect's Four Great Mystic Arts. This sword technique was immensely powerful, and the slightest misstep could backfire on the caster—after all, it controlled the divine thunder of heaven and earth...

Only a formidable cultivation base could unleash it.

Thus.

In the hearts of the many Qingyun Sect disciples.

The Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art had nearly become a secret art of the Upper Purity Realm, requiring a cultivation at the Upper Purity Realm to perform it...

This notion was actually incorrect.

Although.

To perform the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art did indeed require a powerful cultivation base.

It didn't necessarily have to be the Upper Purity Realm.

The Peak of Ninth Layer of Jade Purity was also possible.

It was simply a matter of whether one had the courage.

Outside the arena.

Ye Changfeng stared intently at Lu Xueqi in the air.

He witnessed with his own eyes the girl's delicate face gradually turning pale and weak—a sign of her mana running dry. She was on the verge of collapse...

Fortunately.

Lu Xueqi was now at the Peak of Ninth Layer of Jade Purity.

Though she still struggled somewhat to perform the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art, she could ultimately pull it off...

For a time.

Ye Changfeng felt relieved.

On the arena.

Qi Hao watched the extraordinary scene before him.

He witnessed the gathering of divine thunder from heaven and earth, the sound of rolling thunder filling his ears, and he stood there dumbfounded...

"Gulp~"

Qi Hao couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He stood frozen in place, staring at the lightning above the sky dome, thinking: "That thing's going to strike me in a bit? For real or not..."

Qi Hao was dazed for a moment.

Could he win?

"Boom——"

The muffled roar of thunder rolled on.

Vaguely telling him the answer: "Relax! You're dead for sure!"

At this moment.

The nearby Thunder-Guarding Elder nimbly jumped off the arena.

If he didn't get down now, there'd be no chance later.

His scalp tingling as he looked up at Lu Xueqi above the sky dome, he thought:

"Is this even still a sparring match?"

On the high platform.

The Seven Peaks' Masters witnessed the entire process of the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art being executed.

Cangsong Daoist abruptly rose to his feet.

His gaze was fixed tightly on the arena, a flicker of wariness flashing in his eyes. Then he slowly turned his head to look at Shui Yue'er, his voice carrying a hint of sigh:

"Junior Sister Shui Yue."

"You've truly taught an outstanding disciple."

Hearing this.

Shui Yue'er paid him no attention at all.

She looked up at the arena with some concern, her clear eyes staring blankly at the Cold and Aloof Girl standing amidst the fierce wind, murmuring: "Xueqi..."

True Lord Daoxuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He hadn't expected Lu Xueqi to actually be able to execute the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art.

"Boom--"

Under the gaze of thousands.

Lu Xueqi endured the backlash and successfully executed the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art.

Terrifying thunder tore through the Sky Dome.

An unimaginable aura of heavenly might spread out.

A ferocious bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the Cloud Layer, roaring and lunging without hesitation toward Qi Hao on the arena.

Seeing this.

Qi Hao quickly snapped back to his senses.

Damn it, if he didn't wake up now, he'd be dead for sure.

He raised his Ice Immortal Sword, channeled all his strength, and desperately conjured layer after layer of ice shields in front of himself, hoping to use their defensive power to weaken the Divine Thunder's force...

He didn't aim to block the thunderbolt entirely.

He just wanted to survive.

"Boom!"

The thunderbolt tore through everything.

The several ice shields before Qi Hao couldn't stop its advance at all; in an instant, they were shattered into pieces.

"Boom--"

The final thunderbolt struck down fiercely.

Qi Hao let out a sigh.

He resignedly dropped his defense.

And then...

"Bang!"

The once elegant and poised senior disciple of Dragon Head Peak was blasted away, his white robes scorched black, his hair standing on end.

Fortunately, the thunderbolt's power had been weakened beforehand.

Otherwise...

He really would have been dead.

"Cough, cough."

Qi Hao lay on the ground, utterly defeated.

He coughed violently a few times, expelling the burnt air from his lungs, then unhesitatingly passed out.

For a time.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

They glanced now at Qi Hao, lying on the ground like a dead dog, and now at Lu Xueqi on the arena.

"Shua!"

Lu Xueqi stood somewhat weakly on the platform.

Though her pretty face was a bit pale, she was actually fine—just slightly drained...

"This match."

"Little Bamboo Peak, Lu Xueqi—wins!"

Listening to the voice beside her.

The cold and aloof girl was momentarily dazed.

Her gaze instinctively fell on the white-clad youth outside the arena, and they exchanged a glance, seeing the feelings in each other's eyes.

"I won!"

The girl said so.

"I saw it!"

The youth nodded with a smile.

Thus.

Lu Xueqi officially won the championship.

Becoming the champion of this Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

On the high platform.

Cangsong Daoist suddenly stood up.

He cupped his hands toward True Lord Daoxuan.

Then, with a grim expression, he stepped forward, picked up the unconscious Qi Hao, and carried him away.

At this moment.

Many people's attention was on Lu Xueqi.

They all marveled that she truly lived up to the Heavenly Curtain's evaluation of the Number One Female Sword Immortal Under Heaven—daring to execute the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art with only the Ninth Layer of Jade Purity...

What boldness.

A glint of relief flickered in Shui Yue'er's eyes.

He carefully examined his precious disciple's condition and, finding her merely exhausted, finally let go of his worry...

"Junior Sister Shui Yue'er has taught a fine disciple."

True Lord Daoxuan remarked with a sigh.

Then he added:

"Sister, take a look at Niece Xueqi's condition later. If she's fine, have her come to Yuqing Hall."

"Yes, Sect Leader Brother."

Shui Yue'er nodded slightly.

Thus.

This Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament came to a successful conclusion.

Although, from a time perspective.

This tournament had been somewhat rushed, the final outcome was still good.

Disciples from each peak departed one after another.

As they left, they continued discussing the matches, clearly deeply impressed by this tournament.

At this moment.

The sky was growing dark.

The Seven Peaks' Masters did not organize their disciples to return immediately but planned to stay another night on Heaven-Reaching Peak. Only Cangsong Daoist took Qi Hao back first to treat his injuries.

Shui Yue'er examined his precious disciple's condition and, finding that Lu Xueqi was indeed unharmed...

Brought her to Yuqing Hall.