Decisive Battle! Senior Sister, Watch This Sword Carefully!

Decisive Battle! Senior Sister, Watch This Sword Carefully!

True Master Daoxuan was also startled by Ji Changfeng's words.

What did he mean?

Caomiao Village had been massacred by Divine Monk Puzhi?

How was that possible?!

"Divine Monk Puzhi's Buddhist cultivation was profound. He should not have been capable of committing such an evil deed."

True Master Daoxuan frowned slightly.

But at that moment, Cangsong Daoist seemed to have thought of something and reminded him, "Senior Brother Sect Master, Divine Monk Puzhi once found the Blood Refining Hall's supreme treasure—the Blood-Devouring Bead—in the Western Great Swamp!"

"He carried that evil artifact with him all the way, and then I seriously wounded him..."

Cangsong Daoist did not continue.

But those who understood, understood.

Carrying an evil artifact by one's side for so long, one would inevitably be invaded by its sinister nature—let alone after suffering grievous injuries...

At this, True Master Daoxuan's gaze flickered slightly. He sighed. "Forget it. Have Zhang Xiaofan brought in for questioning tomorrow, and we will know all the answers."

"Martial Uncle Sect Master, I'm afraid that would be inappropriate." Ji Changfeng shook his head gently and explained, "Xiaofan is stubborn by nature. If he promised someone something, he would rather die than break his word. You..."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to get anything out of him."

True Master Daoxuan frowned, displeasure stirring in his heart. But for Ji Changfeng's sake, he ultimately said nothing.

"Forget it. I shall write a letter tomorrow."

"And ask Divine Monk Puhong, abbot of Tianyin Temple, exactly what happened here?!"

The next day.

Tongtian Peak was packed with people.

Countless disciples had gathered in the plaza.

For today was the final battle of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament.

The champion of this Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament—

Would be decided today!

"Who do you think will win? Senior Brother Ji or Senior Brother Qi?"

"Of course Senior Brother Qi!"

"Oh, come on. Could Senior Brother Qi withstand the sword Senior Brother Ji used yesterday?!"

"I think Senior Brother Ji has a better chance of winning."

"I think so too..."

Countless people discussed it fervently.

Ji Changfeng had clearly been in the sect for less than five years.

Yet these people addressed him as Senior Brother. Clearly...

They had already been won over by the cultivation he displayed yesterday!

In the Cultivation World, strength reigned supreme!

Dong—

The Arena Guardian Elder lightly struck the bronze bell.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Countless people held their breaths.

Quietly awaiting the start of the match.

"This battle is the final battle of this Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament!"

"Dazhu Peak disciple Ji Changfeng versus Dragon Head Peak disciple Qi Hao!"

As the Arena Guardian Elder's voice fell—

Whoosh—

A figure flashed.

Ji Changfeng had already appeared on the arena.

At the same time.

Qi Hao stepped forward, Cold Ice Sword in hand.

His expression was somewhat grave, and the way he looked at Ji Changfeng was filled with unusual wariness.

Last night, he had gone to see his master, Cangsong Daoist, hoping to ask just what level Ji Changfeng's cultivation had reached, but...

Cangsong Daoist had merely shaken his head lightly.

He had said, "Hao'er, do not compare yourself to Nephew Changfeng. You are no match for him."

Hearing his master's words, Qi Hao had been completely dumbfounded.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Fine, if he could not beat him, then he could not beat him.

But what did "no match for him" even mean?!

Qi Hao's expression was exceptionally grim. He silently tightened his grip on the Cold Ice Sword, swearing to reclaim everything that belonged to him!

"Ji Changfeng! Go get him~"

A crisp voice suddenly rang out.

Ji Changfeng turned to look.

Tian Ling'er stood beneath the arena, cheering him on. All the other disciples of Dazhu Peak were there as well.

"Seventh Senior Brother, go get him!" Zhang Xiaofan cheered from nearby too.

Zeng Shushu, Qingyun's second-biggest Ji Changfeng fan, had also dragged a group of Fenghui Peak disciples over.

"Go get him, Junior Brother Ji!"

Looking around, there were many people supporting Ji Changfeng.

In contrast, Qi Hao had only a small group supporting him.

Most of them were disciples of Dragon Head Peak.

"Whoosh—"

Just then, Ji Changfeng noticed a cold gaze.

He turned his head slightly and saw a cold girl standing at the edge of the arena, Tianya Sword cradled in her arms.

Lu Xueqi.

She had come to watch this final battle for the championship as well.

Ji Changfeng gave her a gentle smile.

In an instant, Lu Xueqi could not help turning her head away. A flush appeared on her cool, lovely face as she inexplicably thought of that warm embrace from yesterday...

Lu Xueqi wanted to leave.

But...

"Ji Changfeng! Go get him~"

The voice coming from not far away stopped her from leaving. She returned to her original spot. Though she could not bring herself to cheer for Ji Changfeng aloud, her clear, bright eyes had already said everything.

Ji Changfeng turned back slightly.

He looked at Qi Hao before him. The other man gripped his Artifact tightly, as though he were under immense pressure.

"Clang—"

The Bronze Bell rang.

The Arena Guardian Elder formally announced, "The match begins!"

The moment his voice fell, neither man on the arena made the first move.

After hesitating for a moment, Qi Hao said, "Junior Brother Ji, I know my cultivation is inferior to yours, so..."

"Let us decide the outcome in a single move!"

"Alright." Ji Changfeng nodded slightly.

"Whew—" Qi Hao took a deep breath.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, he slowly raised the Cold Ice Sword in his hand.

"Junior Brother Ji, be careful."

The moment his words fell, Qi Hao shot into the air.

He rose high into the heavens, his expression sharpening as the Cold Ice Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling icy radiance.

"Crash—"

A dense chill gradually spread outward.

Qi Hao intended to give it everything he had.

He was going all out from the very start!

If he still lost like this—

Then so be it.

At least he had tried.

"Rumble—"

Icy energy continued to spread.

What Qi Hao unleashed was still the Heavenly Ice Earthfall True Art he knew best!

"Pure cold of the nine heavens, ice crystals spanning ten thousand miles!"

The chill in the surroundings grew increasingly intense.

Yet Ji Changfeng, standing on the arena, still made no move.

He quietly watched Qi Hao perform his Sword Technique, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Ji Changfeng turned his head slightly.

His gaze fell upon somewhere behind him.

Tian Ling'er was there;

Lu Xueqi was there as well.

"Senior Sister, watch this sword strike closely!"

A clear voice rang out.

The moment the words fell, a brilliant flash of sword light vanished in an instant.

Dragon Slaying Sword, unsheathed!

"Hm?" Tian Ling'er noticed Ji Changfeng's gaze, and a gleam flickered in her eyes.

Was he... looking at me just now?

Behind her, Lu Xueqi could not help but freeze.

Senior Sister? Was he calling me just now?

"Clang—"

A crisp Sword Cry rang in everyone's ears.

Ji Changfeng smiled faintly.

"This sword strike will be very cool!"

He raised his hand and gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword, then formed a sword seal with his fingers and recited an incantation that sounded unfamiliar to everyone:

"Righteous energy fills heaven and earth, enduring in boundless majesty!"

"I seek not Zhuxian, only to Slay Ghosts and Gods!"

As his words fell, a tremendous Sword Intent shot into the heavens!

The Dragon Slaying Sword charged forward without retreat; Myriad Swords Return to One, Slay Ghosts and Gods!

On the high platform, Master Shuiyue abruptly rose to her feet.

Her eyes were fixed tightly on Ji Changfeng, disbelief surfacing in their depths.

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