Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The martial arts square.
"What a hassle."
The next moment.
Zeng Shushu spread his palm.
An ancient, boundless, awe-inspiring aura suddenly descended upon the arena.
The bright sunlight seemed to dim slightly at that very moment.
All the radiance converged in Zeng Shushu's hand.
It was a sword.
Its entire body was golden. One side of the blade was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, while the other bore mountains, rivers, plants, and trees.
The Xuanyuan Sword!
The instant this sword appeared.
All the magic treasures wielded by the sword-bearing disciples below the stage let out a low hum, as though ministers had seen their king.
"So that's the Xuanyuan Sword?"
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes.
In any world.
As long as the Xuanyuan Sword appeared, it was always an extraordinary Divine Artifact.
The Zhu Xian World was no exception.
For example, although the Xuanyuan Sword in Zeng Shushu's hand was inferior to the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword.
But this Zhu Xian Sword was still an exceedingly rare Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.
Even according to the system's evaluation, it was a top-grade spiritual artifact, three minor grades higher than Ye Xuan's Chang Qing Sword.
"Go."
Zeng Shushu gave a soft shout.
The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand simply swung forward.
There were no flashy sword techniques.
Only the suppression of pure strength.
The golden sword energy looked ordinary, yet carried an unstoppable heaviness.
"Rumble—"
The jade-green rainbow and golden sword energy collided violently in midair.
The impact was like two great mountains collapsing.
Waves of air rolled outward, whipping the clothes of the disciples below the stage. Those with weaker cultivation could barely remain standing.
The dust and smoke dispersed.
Lin Jingyu was kneeling on one knee, the Shocking Dragon Sword embedded in the stone slab before