Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

The crowd looked at each other, and for a moment, no one spoke.

"Hahaha, since no one else is stepping up, then I'll go first. I, Wang Ming, from the Western Sword Clan, dare to ask who will teach me a lesson?"

Laughter echoed as a black silhouette flew from the crowd, appearing on the stage in an instant. It was a stern-faced young man, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, holding a black longsword in his right hand. His Guiyuan Realm Fourth Layer cultivation was undeniable.

"I'll go!"

A young man in a yellow robe leaped onto the stage from the crowd. They stared at each other from a distance, murderous intent flashing in their eyes. The yellow-robed youth was also not weak, possessing the cultivation of Guiyuan Realm Fourth Layer.

Swish!

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Ming struck instantly, unleashing a sharp sword light from his black longsword. The white waves rolled, reaching the yellow-robed youth in an instant, eerily swift.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The yellow-robed youth also struck instantly. Their sword tips clashed and twisted together, colliding thousands of times in an instant. Countless sparks flew between them, spreading like a rain of fire.

Crack!

The sword light shattered, and the yellow-robed youth's eyes turned cold. He swept his longsword horizontally, sending out a terrifying red sword light that split the air, rolling to the sides.

Shhhh!

Wang Ming was startled and tapped his right foot on the ground to retreat. At the same time, he counter-slashed with his right hand, the black longsword roaring like a black dragon, slashing horizontally towards the sky, darkening the heavens.

Boom!

Their sword lights collided, red and white lights intertwined in brilliance, changing the color of the air as if fireworks were blooming.

Whiz whiz whiz...

The sword cluster broke apart, scattering into a shower of sword light powder. Wang Ming was shocked. At this moment, behind the sword cluster, another red light bloomed. As if reading his mind, the yellow-robed youth stepped forward, the sword light chasing relentlessly.

Puff...

The longswords clashed, and a mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Ming's mouth. His body staggered backward, looking extremely embarrassed. Although their cultivation levels were close, the yellow-robed youth's Sword Dao was clearly more exquisite, often finding subtle flaws in Wang Ming's defense.

These flaws were originally insignificant, but as the battle progressed, they were magnified by the yellow-robed youth, becoming key factors in determining victory or defeat.

"I concede."

The yellow-robed youth said calmly. Knowing that Wang Ming from the Western Sword Clan still dared to come up, he naturally had some confidence.

Hmph!

Wang Ming from the Western Sword Clan snorted coldly and leapt off the stage.

Although he lost, it didn't mean he had lost his chance. Every contestant had three chances to challenge. Only in this way could the final three be determined.

"Next, I'll go!"

A clear voice rang out, and then a young man in a gray robe jumped onto the stage, his face showing extreme arrogance, embodying the qualities of a swordsman.

...

One match after another ensued. Initially, they were just appetizers, exciting but not involving the top contenders such as Hu Xueqi with the Thousand Snow Sword, or Lin Xuan who could seal throats with a single sword. They were waiting for the final moments.

Every time a stage master was defeated, their consecutive wins had to be recalculated. Therefore, even after half a day had passed, the martial artist with the most consecutive wins only had seven or eight matches under their belt.

At this time, some formidable swordsmen began to make their moves. Another match concluded with Zhao Lei as the stage master, a swordsman of the Guiyuan Realm Fourth Layer. His deep understanding of the Sword Dao allowed him to hold on until now, achieving eight consecutive wins.

"I'll take this one!"

A cold voice sounded, and everyone saw Hu Xueqi with the Thousand Snow Sword gently open his eyes and stride towards the stage. Though his steps were light, they were overwhelmingly oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

On the stage, Zhao Lei's face changed. He knew there was no way he could secure a spot on Sword Peak. He participated in the Hundred Battle Arena mainly to show off, but Hu Xueqi's performance exceeded his expectations.

Chu Ming was also somewhat surprised, but it made sense. Swordsmen like Hu Xueqi with the Thousand Snow Sword were inherently proud, believing they could secure a spot. Since that was the case, why waste time here? It would be better to end the Hundred Battle Arena quickly.

"You make the first move!"

Facing Zhao Lei, Hu Xueqi said coldly. Although he hadn't drawn his sword, his aura tightly locked onto Zhao Lei.

Facing Hu Xueqi, Zhao Lei felt immense pressure as beads of sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

Swish!

As soon as Hu Xueqi finished speaking, Zhao Lei quickly drew his sword, turning into a sharp black shadow, thrusting it towards Hu Xueqi. The white waves rolled, filled with chill. Hu Xueqi's expression remained unchanged, and even when Zhao Lei got within three meters, he still hadn't drawn his sword.

Schwing!

Before everyone's eyes, Hu Xueqi's figure blurred as a gust of wind passed. In the blink of an eye, he was on the other side of the stage, with droplets of blood falling in the air, vivid and bright.

Zhao Lei looked down to see a deep blood scar on his abdomen, faintly revealing his internal organs, a miserable sight.

"I concede!"

Zhao Lei felt immense fear and astonishment. Hu Xueqi's sword was too terrifying. With just one move, he was defeated. If Hu Xueqi had aimed for his life, it would have been effortless.

Hu Xueqi calmly wiped the blood pearls from his sword, his face expressionless.

"Who's next?"

Hu Xueqi asked indifferently, his gaze sweeping the crowd below the stage, finally resting behind Lin Xuan, who could seal throats with a single sword. However, Lin Xuan clearly didn't want to confront Hu Xueqi so soon, pretending not to notice.

"I'll go!"

A young swordsman in a white robe leapt onto the stage. Given Hu Xueqi's previous sword speed, a Guiyuan Realm Fourth Layer expert didn't even qualify to make him draw his sword. Only a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer expert could pose some threat to him.

And this white-robed young swordsman was a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer expert. Ten years ago, he was already a somewhat famous swordsman in the Beiming Domain, with considerable strength. But time changes, and now Hu Xueqi had the strength to make him take it seriously.

"Draw your sword!"

Hu Xueqi said indifferently. In truth, there were only a few who could threaten him in the crowd. Although the white-robed young swordsman's cultivation was higher, he wasn't among them.

"How infuriating!"

Being so belittled by Hu Xueqi, the white-robed swordsman gritted his teeth and drew his blue sword from his waist. Water droplets floated in the air, forming a thin white water wave. He burst through the wave like a white dragon in the water, thrusting fiercely at Hu Xueqi.