"It really is Senior Brother Stone..."
When the disciples of Longevity Star Peak saw with their own eyes who that ordinary-looking figure was, their expressions turned extremely ugly, filled with disbelief, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"He's insane!"
One of the disciples couldn't help but complain.
Finally finding a way to vent her emotions, her tone became increasingly harsh.
"Even our Senior Brother Yun didn't go up to show off. Who does he think he is, daring to step into the formation?"
"Is he deliberately trying to shatter the last hope of my Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect?!"
" Senior Brother Stone, get down here! This isn't your old territory anymore; you can't run wild here!"
"..."
A group of people were talking at once, each saying their own thing.
But Lang Ping ignored them.
Cao Zhengyang and his companion did not stop them.
They had already heard the whispers around them and roughly knew that the young man who had come up wasn't very talented and would probably lose, but...
That's all.
Cao Zhengyang sighed.
In any case, in the end, it's still a loss.
Time is almost up.
Even if Lang Ping doesn't go up, it's still considered that Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect will directly concede defeat.
Since he has the guts to go up and try, there's no harm in letting him.
only...
A hint of doubt flashed in Cao Zhengyang's eyes as he watched Lang Ping walk up.
He wasn't a cultivator specializing in Sword Intent, yet he saw Lang Ping as someone who wasn't as useless as others made her out to be...
What does this mean?
Outside the formation, the young man from the Purple Firmament Palace finally opened his eyes after Lang Ping entered the formation. He looked at Lang Ping inside the formation with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then he also stepped into the formation.
The two didn't immediately start fighting to the death. The young man wasn't violent at all; he even casually raised an eyebrow at Lang Ping.
" His Sword Intent was concealed, yet I never expected to encounter someone like you today... How interesting."
The person's eyes gleamed with a faint spiritual light, suggesting they must have cultivated some unique pupil technique; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to see through him at a glance.
Lang Ping didn't mind being seen through; she simply nodded calmly and bowed to the other person.
" Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, Ximu Peak, Lang Ping."
Please enlighten me.
The moment the words left his mouth, the young man drew his sword without uttering a sound.
The longsword was drawn.
Purple flames instantly filled the entire sky, and the purple qi aura soared into the heavens, instantly changing the celestial phenomena. Many people were stunned, staring blankly at the scene, unsure of how to react.
Purple qi enveloped the sky, and the oppressive feeling, like dark clouds, pressed down from above, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.
Cao Zhengyang's expression turned serious as he watched this scene.
Ordinary disciples might not know this, but he certainly does.
Why is Purple Firmament Palace called Purple Firmament Palace?
This is because, within the Purple Firmament Palace sect, there is a valley filled with purple qi. The purple qi within is not pure; in addition to Innate purple qi, it also contains Spiritual Power, medicinal energy, and so on.
It can be considered a treasure of the Purple Firmament Palace.
Of these, Innate purple qi accounts for less than one percent.
It can be described as extremely rare.
The Cultivation Method of the Purple Firmament Palace resonate perfectly with this purple qi. Disciples can cultivate it to the highest level through these Cultivation Method, and by leveraging their innate abilities, they can cultivate acquired Postnatal purple qi. In fact, if one possesses extraordinary talent, they might even be blessed by the Heavenly Dao with a wisp of Primordial purple qi. However, those are all just legends.
Purple Firmament Palace got its name from this.
The purple qi manifested by this young man is clearly Postnatal purple qi!
Although it was only a trace, it was enough to instantly change the celestial phenomena here, filling the sky with purple qi mist and blazing flames, and making Cao Zhengyang's heart sink to the bottom.
This left the other disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect completely bewildered.
Clearly, what they were seeing now far exceeded the expectations of many of them.
The elders of the Purple Firmament Palace, watching this scene, revealed a perfectly measured smugness and a hint of arrogance. They smiled at Cao Zhengyang, their meaning clear.
He didn't even say a word.
There's no need to say anything.
That Postnatal purple qi was the most powerful message.
This young man was his trump card when he proposed the challenge.
His talent is exceptional; not only in the Purple Firmament Palace, but even among all the geniuses who entered the secret realm this time, those who can rival him are few and far between.
He has already cultivated the Purple Firmament Instruction to the seventh level, comprehended a Postnatal purple qi purple energy, and mastered it. Even those few prodigies from the twelve palaces within their Purple Firmament Palace would have to expend some effort to defeat him.
But facing the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect...
Oh!
With the Holy Maiden of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect and several of its key figures absent, how can the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect possibly win?
There's absolutely no way anyone could take him down!
Besides, his disciple wasn't some mindless fool who only knew how to cultivate.
How was he able to cultivate a trace of Postnatal purple qi at such a young age?
It wasn't just his talent and comprehension, but also his terrifying combat experience. He fought his way in and out of various deadly and demonic lands, constantly accumulating and transforming death energy. Finally, he achieved enlightenment and obtained this wisp of Postnatal purple qi.
This is a result earned through real combat.
Now, with just a single draw of the sword, the overwhelming Sword Intent is enough to make one's heart tremble. If one is weaker, it is likely because the sword intent has been suppressed and one's mind is unstable.
but...
Lang Ping, however, did not change at all.
His expression remained calm.
That's right.
The young man opposite them was indeed very powerful.
However, there's a reason why Lang Ping is called " Stone."
He was like Stone.
Sturdy.
silence.
Unwavering.
The long period of training and tempering has honed Lang Ping's strong resilience. Neither her mind nor her body will waver under pressure!
Amidst the shimmering purple purple qi, Lang Ping drew her sword.
He really is like a Stone.
Humans are.
Swords too.
The greatsword was incredibly clumsy; when he drew it and held it in both hands, it lacked any of the crisp, clean, and elegant movements expected of a swordsman. However...
He just stood there, impossible for anyone to ignore.
At this moment, he was no longer the smelly, hard Stone that others described, but a resilient rock, deeply rooted in the earth, without a ripple.
The wind rises, the clouds surge.
The next moment.
A roaring purple flame surged toward Lang Ping, Lang Ping was standing still when she suddenly moved.
His sword-drawing posture was somewhat clumsy, but he was extremely agile, disappearing from his spot in an instant.
A sound was heard.
clang--!!
A loud explosion was heard.
Piercing through the clouds.
When everyone saw clearly what had happened on the field, they were all stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
How could that be!