The other party showed no intention of launching a sneak attack, nor did they make any effort to conceal their presence.
Without hesitation, Han Xuanji moved and rushed towards the direction of that aura.
At his speed, a distance of tens of miles was nothing more than a few breaths.
When he landed in a clearing in the stone forest, his opponent's figure had already appeared dozens of feet away.
The newcomer was dressed in a pale white outfit and carried an ancient sword box on his back. The box was covered with flowing Dao patterns, each line exuding a sharp intent that seemed to cleave through space.
Ling Cang of Nine Mysteries City is one of the most popular contenders at this conference.
His face was handsome and aloof, with a straight nose and calm, unwavering phoenix eyes as he sized up Han Xuanji.
" Nine Mysteries City, Ling Cang."
His voice wasn't as cold as his appearance, and he didn't rush to make a move.
Upon seeing this, Han Xuanji nodded slightly and responded politely:
" Thousand Souls City, Han Xuanji."
He then recalled the information Hun Qianxue had given him.
This person is known as a once-in-ten-thousand-years Sword Dao prodigy. He entered the Dao through the sword, fused with the Space Principle to create the " Space Severing " Sword Intent, and with the body of Eternal Dao Master, he made many Eternal True Lord- level sword cultivators admit defeat.
Sword cultivators on the Eternal Continent mostly follow the path of physical body refinement, using their powerful physique to unleash spiritual power for combat. This path results in high attack and strong defense, making it the choice of the vast majority of cultivators.
Those who follow the Sword Dao Principle, like Ling Cang, are one in ten thousand. Their attacks are more unpredictable and varied, and their potential is also higher.
The two types of sword cultivation are naturally difficult to distinguish in terms of superiority or inferiority.
It depends on who it is.
Han Xuanji's fingertips twitched slightly, and a touch of nostalgia welled up in her heart.
He hadn't encountered a sword cultivator in a long time.
Speaking of which, he was a master Sword Dao when he was in the Great Void Spirit Realm, and several of his disciples were also sword cultivators. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a great Sword Dao.
However, after arriving on the Eternal Continent, he did not devote much energy to Sword Dao.
But the fundamentals remain.
The rewards for signing in include Sword Dao Cultivation Method, and some even have their own unique Sword Dao Principles.
Ling Cang was also sizing up Han Xuanji.
He murmured the name to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
Han Xuanji, from Thousand Souls City, seems to be a low-level seed.
His younger brother, Ling Xuan, seemed to have mentioned it.
How did a seeded seed from a prefecture-level city make it to the quarterfinals?
Ling Cang didn't pay much attention to Han Xuanji's information; his focus was entirely on the Heaven-level seeds, and he only glanced at the Earth-level seeds before ignoring them.
Only now did he realize that he didn't know much about this opponent.
However, those who have made it this far are by no means weak.
Ling Cang never underestimates anyone.
The standoff between the two quickly sparked discussion from the outside world.
The quarterfinals were already a highly anticipated event, and the match between Han Xuanji and Ling Cang was the focus of attention even more.
One is the biggest dark horse of this tournament, who crushed his way up from the Earth-level seed, and even the Heaven-level seed Zhou Yunhe couldn't withstand a single punch from him.
The other is a strong favorite to win the championship, the number one Sword Dao in Nine Mysteries City and even this vast region, a once-in-a-millennium Sword Dao prodigy, and it is said that the strongmen of the Eternal Sword Pavilion are all paying attention to him.
Such a collision is exhilarating just to think about.
On the high platform, the representatives of those powerful forces sat up straight, put their teacups aside, and turned their gazes to the largest light screen.
Han Xuanji's previous performance was evident to all; it was not at the level of a Earth-grade seed, nor even at the level of Tongtian -grade seed.
In terms of sheer strength, he could easily rank in the top three at this conference.
Ling Cang is no ordinary Heaven-level seed either.
The clash between the two was a true battle of titans.
Hun Qianxue sat behind the jade table, outwardly calm but inwardly calculating frantically.
Ling Cang has fought Zhou Yunhe before, and the latter barely managed to stay undefeated. Compared to that, it seems that Han Xuanji has a much higher chance of winning!
But that's all in the past now; Ling Cang might have made great progress by now.
Elder Meng remained seated upright, his face expressionless, but his gaze was firmly fixed on the light screen.
Meanwhile, in the stands, Ling Xuan scratched the back of his head, his expression even more unpleasant than if he were crying.
If someone had told him before the quarterfinals that Ling Cang would meet Han Xuanji in the quarterfinals, he would have been very happy and might even have offered to buy the other person a drink.
After all, in his opinion, Han Xuanji, a mere "earth-level player," was still a level below his brother.
If we encounter them, it's practically a guaranteed win, a free spot in the semifinals.
But now, he thinks completely differently.
Han Xuanji could even kill Zhou Yunhe with a single punch. Although his brother is strong, can he really win?
Ling Xuan's gaze swept back and forth across the light screen, silently praying in his heart.
Bro, please don't crash!
Xie Qingqing and Qin Yong, standing beside them, were also very attentive, afraid of missing anything.
The other spectators in the stands were also watching the fight intently.
Ling Cang's Movement Method, Sword Dao, and understanding of the Dao Principles are all quite remarkable. Surely he wouldn't be defeated in a single move like Han Xuanji's previous opponents?
Almost everyone turned their attention to the light screen displaying Han Xuanji and Ling Cang.
That is, at this time.
Ling Cang calmed his mind, and the Dao Principles around him gradually fluctuated more intensely.
The sword box behind him trembled slightly, and nine beams of light were unsheathed simultaneously, drawing nine silver-white arcs in the void and hovering around him.
Nine flying swords, each a fifth-order Eternal Dao Artifact, with different Dao patterns flowing across their blades—some sharp, some heavy, some ethereal, and some profound. As the nine swords were drawn together, a profound Sword Intent spread out from his body, an aura that seemed capable of slicing through everything in the world.
The cracks in the stone pillar shed stone dust under the impact of the Sword Intent, leaving fine sword marks on the ground.
Looking at the nine flying swords, Han Xuanji felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.
He had previously comprehended similar techniques, but after coming to the Eternal Continent, he focused on cultivating the Dao of Principle, only occasionally dabbling in the Sword Dao.
"I'm a sword cultivator too."
Han Xuanji's unexpected words startled Ling Cang.