Great Yin, Great Yang

At Message Peak of Ink Mountain, before the Dao Platform, Ning Chen walked over. Behind him, the awakened experts from the great sects showed little change in expression.

This was already the forty-seventh challenger. Aside from that young man in golden robes, no one else had managed to last beyond five moves.

The time limit was nearing; it would be difficult for the outcome to change any further.

"Please."

Seeing the young man approach, Qi Huan extended a hand and spoke courteously.

"Please."

Ning Chen responded. With a sweep of his right hand, green light flashed, and Taishi revealed its edge as it slowly descended.

The Daoist Sect's divine weapon appeared, its sword intent rumbling. The instant he gripped the sword, the expressions of the great sect experts changed.

An utterly different aura radiated from Ning Chen. After one step, he vanished from before his opponent's eyes.

With a ringing clang, palm struck sword edge, and Sword Qi scattered amid violent tremors.

The might of that single sword shocked the crowd, but then the sword's momentum abruptly shifted. The streak of light was so swift it could scarcely be discerned.

Qi Huan's expression turned solemn as he focused fully on responding, using his superior cultivation to suppress that extreme speed.

The lightning-fast exchange of attack and defense was too quick for the eye to follow. Before anyone could react, seven moves had already passed.

Unwilling to let it end there, Qi Huan gave a deep shout. The true essence around him drew upon the power of heaven and earth, gathering endless currents of air and forcibly blocking the sword edge closing in on him.

The sword was restrained for but an instant, and a shocking palm strike surged forth, its force like dead trees yielding before a gale, showing not