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Tell Junior Sister Qiao that we all support her!

"Junior Sister Qiao will win!"

When have these disciples ever enjoyed such treatment? Their Flowing Cloud Sect has finally met its match!

Originally, in the hierarchy of contempt within the Flowing Cloud Sect, Ethereal Peak was at the bottom of the ten peaks, and the other peaks looked down on the poor sword cultivators of Ethereal Peak.

Now, they all wish they could worship the group from Ethereal Peak, whether it's Shen Ji, who is at the Azure Cloud Ranking, or Wen Zhi, who is appreciated by Immortal Venerable Changyun, not to mention Qiaoqiao, who shone brightly in this competition.

In the disciples' hearts, even if Qiaoqiao came in second place this time, she would still be number one in their hearts, truly bringing honor back to the Flowing Cloud Sect!

Compared to the bustling atmosphere at the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Glazed Sea was much quieter. In their view, it was a sure thing that the Holy Maiden would win first place in this competition, and they didn't even consider Qiaoqiao to be Liu Yu's opponent.

For them, the biggest good news was that Heavenly Secrets Pavilion didn't make it to the finals. They also had to thank Qiaoqiao for eliminating Bugua Zi, Shen Ji for his help, and the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect for helping to eliminate several formidable opponents. In the end, they handed the first place to them, which was simply the perfect stepping stone delivered to their doorstep.

Moreover, since Glazed Sea has been facing a lot of criticism because of Elder Bing's matter, winning first place in the competition is very important for both the Holy Maiden and Glazed Sea.

On the martial arts stage, Liu Yu wore a sea-blue dress, with a tinkling Liuli hairpin tucked behind her ear. The aquamarine gem on her forehead made her look incredibly holy and unapproachable.

She and Qiaoqiao had met in Envy Fish City and were somewhat familiar with each other. She liked Qiaoqiao's personality, but that didn't mean she would hold back in the competition. For the sake of the Glazed Sea, she had to win this competition.

"Fellow Daoist Qiao."

Standing on the competition field, under everyone's watchful eyes, Qiaoqiao smiled confidently and brightly, "I will win."

Liu Yu smiled faintly, "Please do your best."

The disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect below the stage couldn't help but sweat. This time, their junior sister really didn't intend to say anything about the Holy Maiden; this would be a contest of strength.

Liu Yu's weapon was a sea-blue scale spear. When the spear appeared, the arena was enveloped in an oceanic aura. Blue spiritual light shone on the spear, and even before it was used, it brought an immense sense of pressure.

Shen Ji and Fu Fengyuan, who were watching from the sidelines, simultaneously drew their swords. They couldn't let Qiaoqiao fight empty-handed this time, could they?

A flash of silver light appeared on the stage, Qiaoqiao had already drawn her sword. "Holy Maiden, I'm going."

That is --

"It's Master's sword." Shen Ji's expression was grim. "Remnant Snow."

Among the disciples, only Shen Ji had seen Bai Fu use this sword, and only once or twice. After his master mastered the swordsmanship, he no longer used a sword. Or rather, he himself was the sharpest sword in the world.

As they spoke, Liu Yu and Qiaoqiao had already exchanged a few moves. Over the past few days, Qiaoqiao had also grown a lot. Bai Fu's Guardian Sword Intent was nourishing her meridians and was also unknowingly improving her perception of sword intent. Once she started to seriously learn swordsmanship, her progress was much faster than that of ordinary people.

Qiaoqiao held a wisp of Remnant Snow in her hand, her sword movements ethereal.

The disciples and elders below the stage were all impressed. Previously, Qiaoqiao had won in a bizarre way without showing much strength. Only now did she reveal her amazing strength.

In just a few dozen moves, she was able to go toe-to-toe with Liu Yu, but Liu Yu was Golden Core cultivator, and a move that she made with ease required Qiaoqiao to exert all her strength to receive.

After exchanging a hundred blows, Qiaoqiao began to lose ground. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her Spiritual Qi in her Dantian gradually waned.

Liu Yu had clearly seen through it too, and said calmly, "The next move will decide the winner."

Qiaoqiao gripped her sword tightly. Due to excessive exertion, her Dantian was nearly depleted, burning hot. But at the same time, she had a strange feeling—it was as if a tiny bead was rolling inside her Dantian. When did it get there?

As she carefully sensed it, the bead released a profound and subtle Daoist energy that lifted her up.

Her opponent was no longer Liu Yu, but a darkness that had been dead for millions of years. In the darkness, a lone lamp flickered faintly, its dim light illuminating a small area.

She stood there in that faint light, facing the boundless darkness alone.

She should have been afraid, but she was warmed by the light behind her, like the moonlight she had bathed in last night. Last night, someone had held her hand and guided her to comprehend that sword intent.

He said, "Qiaoqiao, think about why you wielded your sword."

Why is she wielding a sword? How should she wield it?

She learned the High Antiquity techniques and comprehended their profound mysteries: one sword Slay the Star River, another Descending Flower Rain, and there was another sword technique that she had never been able to comprehend until last night, when she finally understood it.

The third sword--

Ask the Heavenly Limit!

How high is the sky? Can sword intent possibly reach there?

Qiaoqiao felt herself being lifted up by an even greater force. In that instant, she felt as if she had touched the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao felt strangely familiar to her.

Why did she feel that the Heavenly Dao was so familiar?

Before she could think further, the bead within her body rapidly grew under the impetus of the sword and the Dao, transforming into a golden primordial pill that floated in her Dantian, helping the third strike of this High Antiquity style unleash unparalleled sword power.

The Remnant Snow streaked across the sky with a silvery light, and the scale spear in Liu Yu flew out and landed outside the barrier.

But Remnant Snow's sword was already pressed against her heart.

Qiaoqiao won this sword strike.

Liu Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief. What an amazing sword strike! How could Qiaoqiao possess such strength?

Not to mention Liu Yu, even the disciples below the stage were stunned. After realizing that Qiaoqiao had won, a cheer erupted from the audience.

We won!

"Junior Sister Qiao won!!"

"My God, I can't believe my eyes."