On the final main arena, wild winds whipped at the garments of the two figures.
As the elder's call of "The duel begins!" rang out, a burst of milky-white Profound Communion profound qi erupted outward all around Xiao Wuji. A layer of solid profound qi protective shield enveloped his entire body, and the protective mystic jade beneath the lapel at his chest circulated a faint, dim glow, stacking a double layer of defense.
Shen Yuan, since you insist on courting death, I will grant your wish.
With a cold snort, Xiao Wuji stamped his foot fiercely onto the bluestone arena, and cracks spread across the ground like a spiderweb. He did not draw the longsword at his waist, instead driving his specialized martial art, the Mountain-Splitting Palm, directly. His palms wrapped in heavy profound qi, rolling in like a collapsing mountain and a churning sea as they crushed down toward Shen Yuan.
The true qi of the Profound Communion Realm extended outward, and before he even truly closed the distance, the surging force scraped Shen Yuan's cheeks with a stinging pain. Above the spectator stands, the entire scene was dead silent, everyone staring intently at the arena.
Shen Yuan dared not show the slightest bit of arrogance, gripping the azure-steel longsword in his right hand as he instantly unleashed the seventh form of the Azure Cloud Thirteen Swords, [Cloud Descending on a Thousand Mountains]. Layers upon layers of sword qi rolled like a drooping sea of clouds, crashing head-on against the billowing palm waves.
Boom!!
Sword qi and palm force collided violently, and a berserk shockwave exploded toward the surroundings, sending shattered stone and debris flying wildly across the arena.
Shen Yuan slid backward several feet across the ground, his heels plowing two shallow grooves, and his entire arm was