Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, a voice suddenly emerged from among the gloomy disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
"Let me try."
Before anyone could turn to look, a dusty figure suddenly darted into the center of the formation.
It was a boy.
His eyes were dark and bright, filled with interest and a hint of eagerness. His clothes were not magical Law Artifact; they were dusty and looked much like his identity—an ordinary disciple of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
The only things that stood out were the long, heavy, wide, and broad-looking mask he carried on his back and the large gourd hanging from his waist.
A bright yellow wine gourd was hung from his waist with a straw rope.
"Nonsense! Who let you up here?!"
Cao Zhengyang's expression changed instantly.
Compared to other people from the Purple Firmament Palace, who could generally only distinguish whether a disciple of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect was an outer disciple or Direct Disciple disciple, Cao Zhengyang recognized at a glance that this person belonged to Ximu Peak.
The other disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect were also filled with surprise.
Isn't this the newly initiated disciple of Ximu Peak from the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect?
Has he gone mad?
Almost everyone knows that the aptitude of the new disciples who joined Ximu Peak this year is arguably the worst in the entire Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
It's certainly not easy to have the courage to volunteer, but what's the use of doing so?
Isn't this just handing yourself over to be beaten?
So many people have lost...
Isn't this embarrassing enough?
"It's normal for teenagers to act silly a little..."
Another elder beside Cao Zhengyang, with a slightly displeased expression, paused before speaking.
" Peak Master Cao, you really need to manage your disciples..."
Although he didn't say anything specific, his words made Cao Zhengyang feel slightly embarrassed.
Looking at the boy in the center of the formation, he couldn't help but rub his throbbing temples.
Cao Zhengyang felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
After he emerged from seclusion, he heard about this year's disciple recruitment.
Ximu Peak's condition is deteriorating.
This year can definitely be considered the worst one yet.
and...
Given the current situation, even if we push back a few more times, Ximu Peak is still not at its wit's end and cannot win.
Purple Firmament Palace has really gone all out this time.
The young man who had defeated seven disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect in the center was truly astonishing.
The Purple Firmament Palace has hidden people so well!
No wonder Purple Firmament Palace chose this moment to jump out; it turns out they've already grown strong enough to fight back. They truly have the ambition of wolves.
With another sigh, Cao Zhengyang looked at the center of the formation not far ahead.
The young man, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, still looked eager to try.
But he was only at the Heavenly Venerable Realm...
But he was facing a cultivator at the Thearch Realm!
How can we win?
The disciple from the Purple Firmament Palace glanced at the young man with the wine gourd hanging from his lips, and a hint of disdain crept onto his face.
"With your cultivation level, you still dare to stand before me; you certainly have some courage."
"But... who gave you the guts?"
"He's just Heavenly Venerable, not even at the Thearch Realm, yet he dares to fight me?"
"Get out!"
A low, angry roar, carrying a violent and surging pressure, rushed straight at the face of the boy with the wine gourd.
But the boy simply smiled, blinked, and spoke in a relaxed tone.
I'll return your words to you verbatim.
"You think you can make me get out of here? Go home and cultivate for another hundred years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he patted the gourd hanging from his waist, and a clear stream of wine flew out of the gourd and poured into his mouth.
"Good wine!"
"Die!"
Compared to Lang Ping, who has been a disciple for many years but whose level is still just so-so, he is only a beginner disciple but has already reached the Heavenly Venerable. It seems that his talent is superior to Lang Ping's, but that is not the case.
The two are roughly equal in talent.
However, this young man has one more thing than Lang Ping.
That is family.
He came from a decent family, with Ancient Emperor ancestor in his household, making him practically Half-Step Saint Realm. Although his talent was lacking, he was pampered and had consumed countless pills since childhood.
His cultivation level, built up with the help of elixirs, was somewhat superficial, but he was still considered Heavenly Venerable.
Moreover, this boy's physique is also unusual.
certainly.
It wasn't that great.
His Wine Rhyme Physique; true to his name, his combat prowess skyrockets whenever he drinks.
Although he couldn't defeat enemies who were too powerful, they were only enemies slightly higher in cultivation level than him, and with Lin Xuan's guidance these past few days...
That's enough.
The slender young man from the Purple Firmament Palace had no idea what had happened.
He only saw the disciple opposite him take a sip of wine for no reason, and then his Sword Intent and aura suddenly surged.
Even the look in his eyes has changed.
Is that correct?
But before he could figure anything out, he saw the boy with the wine gourd hanging from his back suddenly slap the long sword on his back.
The longsword flew into the air, and he grabbed the hilt with one hand, wielding the sword to attack himself.
His swordplay is powerful and sweeping, and should not be underestimated.
While feeling shocked, the slender young man dared not be careless and quickly drew his sword to defend himself.
In an instant, the two began to fight.
The fight was fierce and evenly matched.
The air was filled with the intent and Sword Qi of Sword Intent, exceptionally sharp.
The Wine Sword Qi and the Purple Firmament Sword Intent constantly clashed and intertwined!
So strong!
Almost instantly upon exchanging blows, the slender young man was taken aback.
The opponent was merely at the Heavenly Venerable Realm, yet he was able to fight me on equal terms. Wasn't that a bit too unbelievable?
Even he was finding it a bit difficult to cope!
but...
A hint of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in the eyes of the slender young man.
I am Thearch Realm!
"A mere Heavenly Venerable Realm dares to challenge me? Doesn't he realize how vast the gap is between us? He can simply stall for time. If he can stall long enough, the opponent's Spiritual Power will naturally run out, and in the end, I will win."
This is what the thin young man was thinking.
but...
He made a very wrong assessment of something.
That young man was indeed only Heavenly Venerable, and his cultivation level was still somewhat unstable. However, as time went by and his Spiritual Power was depleted, he not only did not become weaker, but instead became stronger.
What...?
Not to mention how shocked the slender young man was, even the elders of the Purple Firmament Palace stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The disciple currently engaged in battle can be considered one of the most exceptionally talented disciples they have recruited.
The two were surprisingly evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand.
The Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect... has such powerful disciples?
It seems this is their trump card!
The elders of the Purple Firmament Palace, thinking they knew something, looked at Cao Zhengyang and immediately gave a cold smile.
"I didn't expect your acting skills to be so good. I was almost fooled by you just now. Is this the true trump card of your Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect?"
"But if you think you can win like this, your Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect is underestimating us!"
Cao Zhengyang looked ahead and saw his disciples from Ximu Peak, their Sword Intent resonating and trembling, clearly possessing the potential of geniuses. He fell silent.