The sword's power remained, and the entire arena was completely silent.
Jiang Chengzun stared at Wang Yan in disbelief, his eyes filled with the same astonishment and horror as the people below the stage.
He never imagined things would turn out this way...
This One Sword Wang Yan was exactly what he sought.
But when he Zhenzhen met Wang Yan 'One Sword head-on, even though the One Sword's aim wasn't directed at him, he still deeply felt the gap between himself and Wang Yan.
This disparity left him incredulous and feeling utterly powerless.
The former glory and empty fame seemed to vanish into thin air at this moment.
His throat was a little dry, and after his Adam's apple bobbed, he finally closed his eyes and weakly uttered a sentence.
I surrender.
The moment he conceded defeat, many people on the field were stunned.
They stared blankly at the ring, feeling as if they were dreaming.
If I wasn't dreaming, how could I have witnessed something like this...?
Jiang Chengzun lost?
he...
We lost!
Or should you admit defeat in person?
This, this is impossible...
The crowd found it unbelievable, yet they had no choice but to believe it, because what lay before them was the stark reality.
On the arena, the black-clad youth calmly sheathed his sword, nodded to Jiang Chengzun, and then stepped off the stage without lingering, ignoring everyone's gaze. Everyone realized that this was the biggest dark horse of this competition...
The match was nearing its end.
No one expected that the final battle would be between two prodigies from the Primordial Holy Heaven.
Everyone else, whether it was Jiang Chengzun or Shangguan Jue, was defeated by them.
Soon after the names were called out, both sides returned to the ring.
All eyes were fixed on the arena.
On one side was a cold-looking young man in black.
Holding a sword in his arms, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he calmly looked at the person opposite him.
On the other side, a purple-clad girl with a charming yet aloof air arrived, sword in hand, like a light purple butterfly, swirling and falling to the edge of the arena.
The moment their eyes met, both of them, who had been so composed, spontaneously broke into smiles.
"Senior brother."
"Junior sister."
Below the arena, the crowd watched them, feeling a shock within them, like a volcano that had been holding back its eruption, suppressed beneath a thick layer of gray volcanic ash, desperately needing a fierce battle to alleviate or release it.
The sword flashed as it was drawn, its light reflecting on everyone's faces, casting a beam of light comparable to moonlight.
The first to draw his sword was Qu Youmeng.
A gentle smile played on her lips, a stark contrast to her previous coldness.
However, besides her closeness to her family, everyone could also see the seriousness and sense of impending doom in her eyes.
That was a Zhenzhen serious and deliberate approach.
Qu Youmeng took a deep breath and spoke to Wang Yan.
"Senior brother, today we finally have the opportunity to have a fair and square competition."
"I won't stand on ceremony."
Wang Yan nodded gently and extended his hand.
"Junior sister, just go ahead and make your move."
"Then... Senior brother, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ninth-Level Sword Intent erupted instantly.
The woman in purple on the arena instantly transformed into a swift, nimble light, her Sword Intent spreading out like fine needles, seeping into every corner of the arena.
Ninth-Level Sword Intent.
Even Wang Yan has to take this seriously.
He knew better than anyone that his fellow disciples shared the same master as him.
The Master is always impartial and never neglects to teach anyone.
Therefore, even though he was at the peak of the Ninth-Level Sword Intent and his realm was higher than Qu Youmeng's, he could not treat Qu Youmeng the same way he treated others.
Otherwise, if he's not careful, he, as the senior brother, could really be crushed by his junior sister.
No disciple of the Sword Pavilion can be judged by ordinary standards.
The moment the Sword Intent spread across the arena, Wang Yan also drew his own sword.
Although he and Qu Youmeng were from the same school, their Sword Qi were completely different.
Or rather...
The Sword Qi of each person in the Sword Pavilion is completely different.
They each have their own path.
The enormous arena was covered by two different Sword Qi.
One is as dense as a drizzle, the other as heavy as a mountain range.
The two clashed, Sword Qi energy resounded.
Purple and black constantly touch, separate, and then collide again.
The Spiritual Power surged wildly, the Sword Intent dissipated, and the booming sound even reached the area below the arena.
Which sword cultivator present today isn't a prodigy?
The swords in their hands, without exception, all possessed a spirit.
But at this moment, all of these spirit swords were trembling.
That was horror.
It was turbulent.
It was an unparalleled... terror.
Not only were the spirit swords filled with fear, but all the sword masters also looked on in astonishment.
As sword cultivators, they were able to clearly understand one thing.
What does it mean that the Sword Intent, capable of penetrating through the array rearranged by the elders of the Holy Heaven Association and even causing his own spirit sword to tremble, signify?
This indicates that both of them have reached the pinnacle of Sword Intent.
They have even reached a level and extent that they absolutely cannot achieve now.
Many people couldn't help but gasp, feeling their scalps tingle.
They thought they had realized just how extraordinary and terrifying these two were, but they had underestimated them!
Their battle was a level above all others, surpassing even Qu Youmeng's fight against Shangguan Jue and Wang Yan's fight against Jiang Chengzun!
turn out to be...
That's not even their limit!
It can be said that at this moment, all the geniuses paled in comparison to them, like grains of starlight compared to the moonlight, instantly rendered utterly lusterless.
Not a single person, including Shentu Feng, Wan Renshan, Shangguan Jue Cheng Zun, looked away.
They were all watching the game intently, their breaths catching in their throats, feeling a growing sense of shock mixed with disappointment.
It's not just them.
The holy masters of all the Holy Heaven were also stunned, staring at the two on the arena, feeling as if they had a fishbone stuck in their throats, unable to tell whether they were surprised or envious and jealous.
this.
this...
How could these two prodigies from the Primordial Holy Heaven be so... so incredibly talented?!
If any one of them is from their Holy Heaven, then it is almost certain that the First Holy Heaven will be theirs.
But ironically, such a prodigy exists within the Primordial Holy Heaven!
"Such talent, it's a real pity that he was assigned to the wrong path in Primordial."
"If possible, I, the Immortal-Burying Holy Heaven, am willing to spare no expense to invite you into my Holy Heaven."
"These two will surely become Great Saint in the future! Their names will resound throughout the entire Eastern Continent!"
"Such monstrous geniuses are a first for us. What incredible luck did the Primordial Holy Heaven possess to be able to bring both of them under its wing?"
" Wang Yan, Qu Youmeng... tsk! I should have found a way to recruit this girl into my Holy Heaven back then! What a regret!"
I regret it so much!
Too late to regret!
Now, all the holy teachers have only one thought in their minds.
regret!
I really regret it!!
How can someone be so monstrous!