Xiao Yan had no intention of testing Han Xuanji. Han Xuanji's strength was unpredictable, and he could not afford to be careless.
He activated the first level of the " Eight Arts of Heavenly Evolution " at the very first moment.
This is one of his trump cards. Based on the Daoist techniques created by a top Sage of the Great Sheng, he forcibly raises the strength of his physical body to a higher level through a special way of circulating spiritual energy.
This method has eight levels, each of which places extremely high demands on both physical strength and spiritual power.
Previously, he could only activate the first level, but for some reason, after the battle with Shi Ziyun, he the Unseen a feeling that his body was already capable of activating the second level.
With all its might activated, the barrier actually broke through.
An extremely domineering aura erupted from Xiao Yan's body, like a volcano suddenly erupting, sweeping in all directions with scorching and wild power.
The trees within a hundred feet of him were instantly reduced to dust, uprooted, and sandstorms surged and rose in the air currents.
His body hadn't grown any bigger, but every muscle seemed to have been infused with more power, and faint golden lines appeared on his skin, radiating an incomparably noble aura, as if he were a born king.
That is the mark imprinted in our blood awakening.
"That's really something."
Han Xuanji sensed that aura and his heart stirred slightly.
Xiao Yan's physical strength at this moment is already comparable to his current level.
And the opponent had not yet used the power of their bloodline, that primordial power of an ancient Saint King.
Before he could think any further, Xiao Yan had already made his move.
His figure left an afterimage in place, while his real body was already dozens of feet away.
The longsword in his hand was drawn, its light like a silver ribbon, slashing towards Han Xuanji with a sound of tearing through the air.
This sword strike was so fast that it tore through the air, leaving a visible white trail.
Just like Han Xuanji's previous style of play, the main focus was on speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
His Sword Dao was naturally not as advanced as Ling Cang's, but his power was no less than that of Ling Cang.
Han Xuanji did not retreat. He spread his five fingers on his right hand, and Cold Chi appeared to meet the sword light.
A piercing metallic clang echoed through the air, sparks flying everywhere.
The aftershocks spread outwards, cracking the rocks beneath their feet and sending fragments of rock flying like rain.
Xiao Yan did not pause; the first sword was blocked, and the second sword followed immediately.
His sword strikes came in a continuous stream, like a surging tide, each strike heavier than the last.
Han Xuanji caught it all without moving an inch, and the rocks below shattered upon impact.
Xiao Yan remained calm, but his surprise was slowly deepening.
The power of the second level of the Eight Arts of Heavenly Evolution not only strengthened his physical body, but also made his spiritual energy flow more smoothly.
His strength was definitely more than twice as great as before, yet Han Xuanji could still handle it with ease.
Fortunately, he didn't try anything to test Han Xuanji, otherwise, given his previous state, how could he possibly be a match for him?
"This Saint King Bloodline is rather domineering..."
Han Xuanji thought to himself.
While Xiao Yan's power was indeed formidable, that was not the main factor.
In his perception, with each collision, the Power of Mystic Heaven attempted to penetrate Xiao Yan's spiritual power, but there seemed to be an invisible protective layer deep within Xiao Yan's spiritual power, repelling all the Power of Mystic Heaven.
That power carried an ancient and inviolable aura.
This was also the first time that the Power of Mystic Heaven had suffered a setback.
However, Han Xuanji remained calm. He guessed that Xiao Yan, as an awakened Saint King Bloodline, possessed an innate resistance to powerful external forces.
This is the underlying code.
In other words, it was precisely because the Power of Mystic Heaven was too strong that this mechanism was triggered.
The two exchanged blows, their swords clashing and colliding across the entire island, leaving deep ravines that nearly sank the vast island.
In front of the screen outside, the audience in the stands watched intently, exclaiming in amazement.
No one expected that Xiao Yan could push Han Xuanji to this extent.
"Just who is this Yan Xiao? How is he so strong?"
"He wasn't this strong when he fought Shi Ziyun, was he? How come his combat power skyrocketed as soon as he encountered Han Xuanji?"
"Was he hiding his true strength all along? Was it all for this final battle?"
"This is terrifying... If I were in his shoes, I probably wouldn't even be able to withstand his first sword strike."
On the high platform, Ling Cang's gaze fell quietly on the largest light screen. His expression was calm, but deep in his eyes, something was quietly shattering.
He originally thought that even if he lost to Han Xuanji in this Principle Conference, he would at least be second.
But now he saw Xiao Yan's continuous sword light, fighting Han Xuanji to a standstill, which was no sign of him holding back.
in other words.
Even without Han Xuanji, he couldn't have won the championship.
Ling Xuan glanced cautiously at his brother, wanting to say something, but couldn't find the right words.
He could sense that Ling Cang was showing signs of weakness for the first time; it was the first time in his life that the other party had displayed such a posture.
Even after losing to Han Xuanji, this wasn't the case; it seems the blow from Xiao Yan was even greater.
Too.
After all, although Ling Cang lost before, many people, including himself, believed that Ling Cang had the strength to be second, but now it seems that this is not the case.
On the high platform, many powerful figures sat quietly in their seats, their eyes never leaving the light screen.
They see things more deeply than the average viewer.
While Xiao Yan was indeed formidable, Han Xuanji's reaction was even more terrifying.
That unhurried and composed demeanor reappeared.
Xiao Yan's relentless attacks, like a storm, still failed to force his opponent to reveal their true strength.
Wang Chong silently cheered for Xiao Yan, but still didn't believe Xiao Yan would lose.
As long as Xiao Yan uses the power of the Saint King Bloodline, victory will belong to him.
This is beyond doubt.
It all depends on whether Xiao Yan can break free from the shackles in his own heart. If he feels that winning with this power would be unfair, he might not use it.
Wang Chong, however, felt that this was too pretentious. He asked Xiao Yan to give up his status as the Divine Child, but he did not ask Xiao Yan to give up the power that rightfully belonged to him.
He didn't explain all of this to Xiao Yan, but wanted him to experience it for himself before he could truly understand.
On the island, after reaching its peak, Xiao Yan's Sword Force finally showed signs of exhaustion.
His breathing quickened, his grip on the sword tightened slightly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained burning.
He realized that he had used all his strength, but still could not break through Han Xuanji's defense.
Brother Han,
Xiao Yan retreated several feet, creating distance, then gave Han Xuanji a deep look, his voice somewhat hoarse:
How much energy do you have left?
Using the Sage's secret techniques also puts a lot of pressure on him, and he cannot maintain this state indefinitely.
Han Xuanji looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then softly uttered two words:
"A lot of."
Xiao Yan paused for a moment, looking somewhat conflicted.
"Don't hold back, do everything you can."
Han Xuanji spoke calmly.
He never cared about external forces or his own strength; the force that allowed him to go all the way was the real force.
He could also see that Xiao Yan seemed to be somewhat obsessive.
Upon hearing Han Xuanji's words...
Xiao Yan suddenly smiled, a smile that conveyed a sense of calm.
He released his grip on the sword, which hovered at his side. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was an unusual glint in his eyes—a sign of awakening deep within his bloodline.
"That's perfect, I still have one card left to play."
He spoke softly, and the air around him suddenly felt heavy.
Xiao Yan gripped the longsword in his hand tightly; the blade trembled slightly, emitting a clear, melodious sword sound.
His aura began to rise, and spiritual power and bloodline power surged within his body at the same time, as if a sleeping giant beast was slowly awakening.