The Sword Sect Arrived

Whoosh!!!

The next moment, a dazzling gleam of sword light blossomed in the void, tearing it apart, and several

young men stepped out, appearing in the square.

Leading them was none other than that swordsman in blue. With an ancient sword on his back, he wore white robes whiter than snow, handsome and dashing, a smile on his lips. He seemed to have become one with heaven and earth, giving off an ethereal impression.

Three others followed beside him. Each emanated wisps of icy sword intent.

"It's him?!!!"

A trace of surprise flashed through Zi Yan's beautiful eyes.

The swordsman in blue also noticed Zi Yan on the platform, and the two gazed at each other from afar.

"Hmm, why would the Holy Maiden of the Misty Rain Pavilion come?" A trace of puzzlement crossed the swordsman in blue's brow.

"Oh! To think the little Heavenly Moon Dao Domain actually managed to invite Zhang Yu of the Sword Sect. How impressive." A light, melodious voice spilled from Zi Yan's lips.

"The Sword Sect? They're from the Sword Sect?"

Hearing Zi Yan's form of address, the many martial cultivators around them drew sharp breaths.

The Sword Sect was a great sword cultivation sect whose legacy spanned countless ages. It had stood unshaken in the Immortal Domain for hundreds of millions of years. Every disciple possessed transcendent swordsmanship, entering the Dao through the sword and cultivating sword physiques. They had almost no rivals at the same level and could even match those on the Heavenly Pride Rankings.

Moreover, rumor had it that sword immortals presided over the Sword Sect.

"Zhang Yu? The Sword Sect's eighth senior brother!" Hearing that name, Chen Yunfei and his two companions shot to their feet. Their pupils contracted, and their expressions changed drastically. They stared fixedly at the young man with the ancient sword on his back, their hearts pounding fiercely.

Zhang Yu, a peak Saint, had once slain five Great Saints instantly with a single stroke. His fame resounded throughout the Immortal Domain.

Just what ability did the Domain Lord's Manor possess to invite such a mighty Buddha here? Chen Yunfei and his companions could not help breaking into a sweat.

The swordsman in blue looked at Zi Yan with deep eyes and said, "Hasn't the Holy Maiden of the Misty Rain Pavilion come too?"

At that moment, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Li Yunxiao's face.

"Ahem." Zi Yan affected a reserved air and said, "This young lady came purely to join the fun. After all, the Misty Rain Pavilion does business with the Heavenly Moon Domain. Naturally, we had to give them some face and come show our support."

"Oh, what a coincidence. I came to watch the fun too. Since we've run into each other, let's watch together." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, looking very approachable.

Tch! Who wants to watch with you! Zi Yan cursed inwardly, but outwardly acted as though nothing were amiss. "Then let's enjoy the Heavenly Moon Domain's geniuses putting on their sparring performances together."

After the two big shots finished trading barbs, things finally returned to normal.

Only then did Li Yunxiao breathe a sigh of relief. Their conversation just now had been all surging waves and churning undercurrents. Otherwise, when immortals fought, we would be the ones to suffer.

"Please welcome Young Master Yu to the guest platform!!!"

Li Yunxiao stepped forward and extended a hand in invitation, his expression slightly tense.

Zhang Yu nodded and walked straight up, taking a seat to the left of the main seat, while Zi Yan and her companions sat to the right. The main seat was reserved for Li Yunxiao, the host. Although he thought nothing of the entire Domain Lord's Manor, he had come as a guest this time and still gave the manor ample face.

At the same time as the Sword Sect arrived, Heavenly Moon City's remaining three great Lineages and other first- and second-rate factions arrived one after another. However, the arrival of the Misty Rain Pavilion and the Sword Sect had pushed the competition's atmosphere to its peak. No one noticed anyone else at all.

"All right,

the competition is about to begin."

Li Yunxiao cleared his throat and announced in a ringing voice. Instantly, the previously clamorous square fell silent. Everyone raised their heads, their eyes burning as they stared at the platform.

"This competition will use an elimination format. Each person will challenge one opponent. The winner advances, while the loser must leave immediately and cannot fight again. The rules are very simple." Li Yunxiao glanced at the participating martial cultivators and continued, "We will now begin the first round. Contestants, please come onto the platform to draw lots and select your opponents."

"Yes." Below the platform, a martial cultivator answered and leaped up.

Soon, the competition got underway.

These martial cultivators were outstanding members of the Heavenly Moon Domain's younger generation. Every one of them had reached the Reincarnation Realm and possessed extraordinary strength.

Bang!

A young woman lost and was eliminated. Her strength was not particularly lacking, but she still needed more seasoning and was defeated by another young man.

"Ah-I can't accept this!" The young woman could not help crying out.

The brutality of this competition far exceeded her expectations. One careless move could see her blasted off the arena and stripped of her right to compete.

"Next pair!

Li Feng versus Luosha!"

When the referee announced their names, the entire crowd erupted.

Li Feng was the Domain Lord's personal disciple and was said to have already broken through to the Saint Realm.

How was this even fair? Luosha was only in the Reincarnation Realm. How could he possibly defeat Li Feng?

"This..." Luosha's face turned white as paper. His legs trembled, and he nearly fell off the arena.

"I concede!" Luosha said through gritted teeth, his heart filled with resentment.

Li Feng smiled coldly, put away his weapon, and stood proudly, looking down upon the world.

Luosha glared fiercely at him, unwilling to accept it. But there was nothing he could do. He could only walk down in frustration.

The spectators could not help shaking their heads and sighing.

Although Luosha was a first-rate heavenly pride, Li Feng was the Domain Lord's personal disciple and a Saint to boot. How could a young woman in the Reincarnation Realm possibly compare to him?

On the platform, a faint sneer curled Zhang Yu's lips. "Afraid before even fighting. Someone like this is destined never to amount to much! Cultivation means contending with others and battling heaven. Only by advancing bravely and relentlessly can one reach the summit. Yet this Luosha lacks even that. What a pity."

With Luosha's concession, the match came to an end.

The next match,

Fang Jiang versus Lei Hu!

This would be worth watching. Both were in the early Reincarnation Realm, without a great disparity in strength.

"Young Master Fang, I heard someone slapped you in the street a while ago?" Lei Hu picked at Fang Jiang's wound the moment he came up.

"I'll kill you."

Fang Jiang's face turned livid as he roared! Pushing off with his toes, he became a streak of azure light and charged at Lei Hu with astonishing speed.

Lei Hu narrowed his eyes as powerful blood Qi roiled and roared within his body.

Bang!

He threw a punch. An explosive boom rang through the void. Fist shadows interwove, forming a net of lightning that enveloped Fang Jiang.

Fang Jiang's eyelids twitched wildly. Sensing the terrifying might contained in that punch, he hurriedly stopped and retreated. But he was still half a beat too slow. Lightning wrapped directly around one arm, crackling.

"What overpowering lightning!"

Fang Jiang's expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique, driving the spiritual power within him to dispel the lightning power invading his body.

But Lei Hu seemed unwilling to give him any opportunity. He stepped forward, his fist bearing a destructive presence as it crushed toward him like a collapsing mountain.

Anger flashed in Fang Jiang's eyes. As the dignified young master of the Bootlicking Sect, when had he ever suffered such a great loss?

"Hey, you clueless straight guy, this isn't entertaining at all. It's so boring."

Just then, Zi Yan suddenly called out to Zhang Yu beside her, her tone brimming with disdain.

"Don't be impatient, Miss Zi Yan. This is only the appetizer. Haven't you noticed that several young men below are far from ordinary? The main course will come when they take the stage."

"Tch!"

Zi Yan curled her lips, her face full of distaste. Nevertheless, she patiently continued watching.

Lei Hu's attacks grew increasingly fierce, every move aimed to kill. Fang Jiang was forced back step by step until, through one careless mistake, he took a punch to the chest and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Pfft!

The punch struck heavily. Fang Jiang sprayed a mist of blood, his body flying backward like a cannonball.

"Hahaha, you can't withstand a single blow!" Lei Hu threw back his head and roared, his voice deafening.

The commotion attracted the attention of many experts.

"Isn't that Fang Jiang, the young master of the Bootlicking Sect?"

"He actually lost?"

Everyone around them buzzed with discussion and all kinds of speculation. Some said his skills were inferior; some said he had been careless; others said Lei Hu had launched a sneak attack.

"Hmph, you useless thing! You've thrown away all the Bootlicking Sect's face! I should have put you on the wall back then!"

In the spectator area outside the arena, the Bootlicking Sect's sect master wore a dark expression.

Elsewhere...

"Young master, when are we charging over to kill them? I can't hold back anymore." Wang Laoliu scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Good question! Let's set off now!" Di Chen nodded slightly, a cold gleam in his eyes.

"Hmm? Young master, where are the others?" Elder Wang asked in confusion.

"What others? Reinforcements?" Di Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Young master, you aren't thinking of having just the two of us fight our way in, are you?" The corners of Elder Wang's mouth twitched.

"What do you think?" A curve lifted the corners of Di Chen's lips, his eyes as deep as the stars. "Or are you afraid, Elder Wang?"

"No, no, no! I'm just so excited. Hehehe..."

Elder Wang rubbed his hands together, gazing fervently toward the Domain Lord's Manor.