The arena rang with thunder and wind. Behind Mu Zhaoxi, the phantoms of six crescent-shaped blades rose and fell, crisscrossing as they sliced through the void, their keen edges radiating a bone-chilling sharpness.
The royal family of the Silverfeather Dynasty cultivated the path handed down by their ancestor, the Holy Lord Silverfeather. It was a superior cultivation art that led straight to the Supreme Realm, contained a method for condensing a Dao Fruit, and was exceptionally compatible with the Wheel of Defiance.
Her opponent was a young man two years her senior, already nearing adulthood. His cultivation was still inferior to hers, only at the peak of the fifth stage. He followed the path of Daoist arts, and five-colored Azure Dragon banners circled him. The power of the five elements flowed within them, ceaseless and unending, while multicolored clouds surged around them. They were a rare treasure.
Magic treasures and talismans were permitted in martial combat, but there were explicit rules. First, such external items had to come from the contestants themselves. Even if a senior had bestowed one, it could not exceed the user's current cultivation realm. If a violation was discovered, the dynasty behind the prodigy would face severe punishment, with dire consequences.
Behind the Myriad Dynasties' Prodigy Tournament stood all the transcendent forces of the Divine Martial Great World. No living being dared risk breaking the rules.
The gap between the young man's cultivation and Mu Zhaoxi's was enormous. Even relying on his five-colored banners, he managed only to delay her for half a quarter of an hour before more than ten streaks of blade light tore through his protective radiance and sent him flying off the arena.
Mu Zhaoxi leaped down from the arena. Excitement shone in her eyes, but there was little conceit in her