True Despair, the Victor-Qin Wangchuan!

Although the Taichu God-Burial Sword is powerful, it is not fast and is easy to dodge.

Qin Wangchuan hadn't used it yet because he was waiting for an opportunity.

And now, the opportunity has arrived.

At extremely close range, there was no way to dodge the Taichu God-Burial Sword.

Chu Wujiu was suddenly plunged into a Deathly Stillness.

He could not hear the roars of the crowd, nor the clanging of the halberds cutting through the air, and even the sound of his own heartbeat had disappeared—as if someone had cut off all sound in the world.

My vision began to fade.

First came Qin Wangchuan's smiling golden dragon eyes, then the shattering Sword Light that filled the sky, and finally even his own flesh and blood turned into a pale silhouette.

Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Chu Wujiu's lips.

'You're enjoying this battle too...'

Having used every trick in the book, he had long forgotten his previous grudges and was completely immersed in the battle.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Win!

But reality is cruel.

With the enhancement of his Battle Intent Furnace, Chu Wujiu's physical strength was terrifying. Although he was not cut in half at the waist by this sword, most of his body was gone.

He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and then disappeared without a trace.

Without Chu Wujiu, the remaining people are no threat.

"Damn it! I'll risk it all!" Yun Zexuan spat a mouthful of blood onto the compass in his hand as he calculated the way to victory.

Ye Lingchuan hurriedly held the Immortal Burial Coffin upright in front of him, accelerating the release of the seal, muttering, "You guys hold me off, give me some time, I can win, I can win, I can win!"

I want to win!

"I'll do it!" Zhao Lingyun threw out all the remaining Paper Figurine, which turned into Soldier Puppet on the ground.

This is not Martial Arts Competition, but a fight to the death.

They have to win!

However, this will is utterly laughable in the face of pure power.

Qin Wangchuan merely swept his dragon tail across the room, and the thousands of Paper Figurine were like thin paper in the face of absolute power, instantly turning into countless fragments.

With a single step, the space distorted, and he appeared before Ye Lingchuan.

The moment the dragon claw gripped his throat, Ye Lingchuan's pupils suddenly contracted—he saw his reflection in those golden dragon eyes, as small as an ant.

"Next plan—" Qin Wangchuan clenched his fingers, his knuckles cracking, "Remember, don't let the enemy hear it."

Call out--!

A white rainbow streaked across the sky.

The immortal feathers behind Zhou Yunyi ignited with crimson flames, tearing through the air at a near-self-destructive speed.

At the critical moment, he snatched Ye Lingchuan and the Immortal Burial Coffin, leaving scorched trails in his wake.

"Damn it, let's fight!" Zhou Yunyi's mouth was bleeding, but he held onto Ye Lingchuan tightly. "Ye! Can you really win?"

Ye Lingchuan struggled to turn his head amidst the howling wind, a resolute smile curving his bloodied lips, "I can win!" His ten fingers were already pressed against the coffin seal. "There's a Pseudo-Immortal Body inside! Pseudo-Immortal Body made from Remnant Dao Yuan Corpse, do you understand?!"

"If we are released, we will both die, but Qin Wangchuan will die too!"

"It's a draw!"

"A draw is enough, let's go for it!" Zhou Yunyi roared, and the immortal feathers behind him suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, increasing his speed once again.

Qin Wangchuan raised the Azure Luan, and with a light touch of the tip, seven "kill" characters formed again in the sky.

But this time, Li Xuan wasn't there to hold him back.

Zhao Lingyun had used up Paper Figurine and could only watch in despair as the Sword Seals fell.

He was nearly beheaded with just one sword strike.

Despite his desperate attempts to dodge, he still lost an arm and a leg.

Yun Zexuan staggered through the sky filled with Sword Intent. Above, one after another, fierce Sword Seals crashed down, but at the last second, they all managed to dodge them.

Finally, the compass in his hand stopped spinning, and then Yun Zexuan suddenly looked up.

"The only solution... is here!"

"A draw is a victory, that's a win!"

After saying that, he suddenly threw out the Sanqi Liuyi Compass in his hand.

In that instant, the Sword Seals in the sky fell, landing directly on Yun Zexuan's head.

Zhou Yunyi was still leading Ye Lingchuan as they fled through the sky filled with Sword Seals, but he forgot one thing.

As Yun Zexuan's Spiritual Power dissipated, the chains that had previously imprisoned the Void Divine Feather also disappeared.

The Void Divine Feather unfolded, their wings carving out spatial rifts in the air.

Qin Wangchuan took a step forward and instantly arrived five zhang away from Zhou Yunyi.

"General."

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and a wisp of Sword Qi gradually lit up. Despair was already showing on Zhou Yunyi's face.

However, at that moment, the compass Law Artifact that Yun Zexuan had just discarded landed between the two of them and gradually began to emit light.

If I were to attack now, my attack would certainly be blocked.

But Qin Wangchuan remained unmoved and continued to unleash his sword strike regardless of the consequences.

However, that was not ordinary Daoist magic, but rather—

"Supreme Dao Technique - Taichu God-Burial Sword!"

With the blessing of the Supreme Dao Heart, an enhanced version of the Supreme Sword flew out.

The Sanqi Liuyi Compass split in two, Zhou Yunyi lost an arm and flew backward, while Ye Lingchuan, who was hanging below, was directly cleaved in two.

The battle ended in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wangchuan's golden dragon eyes swept over the wreckage scattered on the ground.

Li Xuan coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Chu Wujiu's body was half annihilated, and he lay in a pool of blood, his fate unknown.

Zhao Lingyun, his limbs severed and his body mangled, leaned against someone else's corpse, barely clinging to life.

Yun Zexuan was pierced by the Sword Seals, and his Artifact Compass was shattered in two.

Ye Lingchuan was cleaved in two, and there was no hope of survival.

Qin Wangchuan's chest heaved violently, his golden dragon eyes burning with an unquenchable fighting spirit.

He looked down at his hands—his knuckles were white from excessive force, and his palms still bore traces of the enemy's blood.

"Ha... hahaha..." He suddenly laughed, panting heavily. His laughter was deep and excited, as if long-suppressed ecstasy had finally erupted.

That battle was so exhilarating!

Li Xuan's Sword Seals, Chu Wujiu's Battle Intent Furnace, Zhao Lingyun's Paper Figurine, Ye Lingchuan's Immortal Burial Coffin, Yun Zexuan's Heavenly Secrets Deduction, Zhou Yunyi's Immortal Feather Speed... Every opponent was ridiculously strong, and every move made his blood boil!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the distant spectator stands.

Ji Wuchen stood there, his long silver hair fluttering slightly in the wind, his face still showing lingering shock.

Clearly, he hadn't yet recovered from the shock of that earth-shattering battle.

With a whoosh, Qin Wangchuan flashed across a hundred feet in an instant, landing directly in front of Ji Wuchen.

Emotions never before revealed burst forth in a fit of extreme excitement.

He grabbed Ji Wuchen's collar, his hand staining the snow-white robe with blood. His golden dragon eyes burned like fire, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement:

"Did you see that?!" Qin Wangchuan tightened his grip even more. "Each of them is very strong... and they can become even stronger in the future!"

"Look!..."

Qin Wangchuan suddenly stopped.

Ji Wuchen's pupils trembled slightly, and his white hair fluttered in the strong wind.

The moment their eyes met, all words became superfluous—the longing surging in those eyes was exactly the same as Qin Wangchuan's.

Ji Wuchen saw it, of course he saw it.

His fists clenched, his heart burning with passion, he longed to rush onto the stage, even if it meant dying for it!

"Heh..." Qin Wangchuan suddenly laughed, gradually loosening his grip, but finally patted Ji Wuchen's shoulder heavily.

"Become stronger, Ji Wuchen."

Qin Wangchuan's voice suddenly turned deep as he spoke, "But not through such a foolish method as burning Origin Source."

"You think that burning your Origin Source to gain the chance to fight me is the path of the strong? And that it will make me look at you with new eyes?"

"The Great Dao should not be so narrow! The world is filled with powerful figures; only by surviving can one confront even more of them."

He gazed at Ji Wuchen's pale hair, a hint of regret flashing across his face:

So... don't die.

After saying that, Qin Wangchuan threw a token over.

It was none other than the Longevity Token that Jiang Xuanli had given him earlier.

This stuff can nourish your Origin Source, although the speed is ridiculously slow; wearing it will only increase it by 0.01 times in a month.

But at least it worked.

"Next time, let's fight."

"Let's have a great fight on the stage that belongs to the Prodigy!"

Qin Wangchuan's voice echoed in the wind, his tone carrying an undiminished fighting spirit.

This is neither the victor's pity nor the opponent's provocation.

Rather, it is an affirmation of the person before them and an anticipation of a stronger battle.

Ji Wuchen was the first young Prodigy Qin Wangchuan encountered who caught his eye, and they could also be considered close friends since childhood.

It would be such a pity if it were to fall like a shooting star!

Ji Wuchen's pale lips trembled, and in his usually deep eyes, it was as if cracks had suddenly appeared on the frozen lake, and something was awakening deep within.

He slowly closed his five fingers, tightly clenching the Longevity Token in his palm, as if holding a heavy promise.

"Good."

One word, clear and firm, like a stone falling to the ground, leaving no room for confusion.

'So, in your eyes, I am also a worthy opponent...'

This wasn't a one-sided affair; Qin Wangchuan also considered himself an opponent.

The thought filled Ji Wuchen, who was already excited, with strength.

In those icy eyes, a burning fighting spirit reignited, brighter and more surging than ever before.