Victory After Victory

In the sky, Cao Youqian and Yixi faced off against each other.

Neither of them showed any signs of injury, but the Faxiang they manifested from the True Essence of the Great Dao were covered with cracks.

In their exchange just now, both of them were evenly matched.

Cao Youqian flicked his nose with his thumb and said with a smile, "That was satisfying, very satisfying. No wonder you had the courage to challenge my senior brother. You do have some strength, but if that's all you've got, you're not qualified to fight my senior brother at all."

A fanatical light also appeared in the eyes of the Holy Son Yixi. He said, "Unrivaled Tyrant Fist, indeed extraordinary. You are worthy to witness my sword strike."

"Oh."

Cao Youqian immediately became interested. "Then I'd like to see just how powerful your sword strike really is."

"As you wish."

Holy Son Yixi spoke, he slowly raised the sword in his hand. He did not raise the sword quickly, but as he raised the sword above his head, his aura rose to its peak, and his pressure was even greater than before.

"World Destruction!"

In Holy Son Yixi spoke and the sword fell.

boom...

The moment that sword fell, the heavens and earth trembled, and the entire Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm shook once again.

That sword carried the power to World Destruction world; wherever its blade touched, all things in the world were reduced to nothingness.

"Peerless!!!"

After Cao Youqian shouted, he threw out both fists at the same time, and two fist energies, one black and one white, burst out of the sky.

The two fists represent the ultimate Yin and the ultimate Yang respectively.

The two fists met in mid-air, eventually becoming one fist.

That punch seemed ordinary and commonplace, but the onlookers present sensed a supreme True Essence of the Great Dao in it.

This punch seemed to gather the essence of all the world's martial arts techniques; no, it should be said that all the world's martial arts techniques evolved from this one punch.

What kind of boxing style is this?

As everyone pondered, a sword and a fist collided in the sky.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, a mushroom cloud spread across the sky, engulfing the two people in the air.

As the explosion ended, the strange phenomena that had appeared earlier also disappeared.

Only endless smoke and dust remained, shrouding the sky.

call...

A gust of wind blew by.

As the smoke cleared, two figures reappeared in the sky before everyone.

Cao Youqian remained standing there, looking perfectly fine, showing no signs of the fierce battle he had just fought.

In contrast, the Holy Son Yixi, who was confronting him, looked particularly disheveled. Half of his mask was broken, revealing half of his ferocious face, and a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. His body was also swaying uncontrollably.

Even so, the Holy Son Yixi used his sword to support himself in mid-air, preventing himself from falling.

call...

Another gust of wind blew by, and the Holy Son Yixi stumbled and was almost blown over, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, "What kind of Emperor Technique was that punch, Fellow Daoist?"

Cao Youqian laughed and said, "This is not some imperial technique, but rather the Peerless Fist I comprehended after listening to my master's teachings for decades. No one in the world can compare to my punch."

"What a Peerless Fist! I was utterly defeated in Yixi. It's a pity I couldn't witness the glory of the Invincible Sword."

Yixi saying that, he turned around and disappeared from the spot.

Cao Youqian bowed slightly to the departing figure, showing some respect for such a powerful figure. But the next second, an arrogant smile returned to his face, "Next."

hiss...

Those present gasped in shock upon hearing this.

Cao Youqian is beyond strong; he has fought two geniuses of the Holy Son level in succession and is still able to fight again. Such strength can only be described as monstrous.

The other Great Sage also hesitated. The strength displayed by the Holy Son Yixi was no weaker than theirs, and was even slightly stronger.

They truly lacked confidence in defeating Cao Youqian. If all the geniuses from the Great Sage were defeated by Cao Youqian alone, they would lose all face.

Just as the cultivators from the Great Sage were debating whether or not to make a move, a figure arrived through the air.

As soon as the newcomer appeared, Cao Youqian's face lit up with an excited smile, "Quickly state your name, this Holy Son does not fight with Wuming."

"Wuming."

The person slowly vomited out two.

"So you're the Wuming prodigy that the Divine Sword Holy Land invited from the Heaven Continent?"

Upon hearing the other person's name, Cao Youqian carefully examined him.

The guy in front of me was so plain-looking that I couldn't see anything special about him; he was the kind of person you wouldn't recognize in a crowd.

He didn't possess the unique aura of a sword cultivator; at first glance, he seemed like just an ordinary passerby.

"Yes and no."

Wuming paused for a moment, then continued to explain, "A friend of mine returned from his training in the Sword Continent and said that Xiao Chen is the number one swordsman below the Great Sage, so I decided to come and see for myself the Invincible Sword Xiao Chen, and see who is truly invincible."

"That friend of yours isn't you, is it?"

Cao Youqian asked a question subconsciously.

Wuming slowly raised the sword in his hand. "I never lie."

"If it's not true, it's not true. Why are you so agitated? It's the same old story: if you want to fight my senior brother, you'll have to get past me first," Cao Youqian said lazily.

"Good."

Wuming speaking, Wuming slowly drew his sword.

The moment he drew his sword, his entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation.

What was once an ordinary man is now seen by the world as an incomparably sharp sword standing tall in the sky.

Human and Sword Unity!

Everyone glanced at Wuming, and four words flashed through their minds.

Wuming didn't deliberately exude his aura; he simply stood there with his sword, and countless sword cultivators' hearts were shaken, let alone drawing their swords to fight him.

The older generation of cultivators gazed at Toothpick, this extraordinary young man, and couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

"This young man is truly extraordinary; no wonder he dares to challenge Holy Son Xiao."

"I wonder if he can win over Holy Son Cao."

"..."

In the camp of the Dao-Seeking Academy, Xiao Chen looked at Wuming and suddenly felt an itch in his hands, a desire to fight him.

This little movement naturally didn't escape Chu Feng's eyes. He chuckled and teased, "You little rascal, couldn't resist anymore?"

Xiao Chen nodded. "Indeed, finally a worthy opponent has arrived. I want to see their swordsmanship."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Little Chen, wouldn't it be better to let Daqian help you try it out? Observing swordsmanship doesn't necessarily mean you have to do it yourself. On the contrary, your sword is too strong, and the opponent may not be able to show its most exquisite aspects."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he quickly smiled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

In the sky, Cao Youqian's eyes lit up when he saw Wuming's transformation, and his smile turned playful, "You're quite extraordinary. Among my peers, I've only ever seen such swordsmanship in my senior brother."

"Make your move."

Wuming did not respond to Cao Youqian, but slowly uttered three words.

"Good."

After Cao Youqian finished speaking, his aura surged, and a great battle was about to break out...