Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

叱!

Hu Xueqi held the sword with both hands, stepping back with his right foot. A chilling wind blew from under his feet. Then, his body transformed into a beam of light, rushing towards the young swordsman in white. Small snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky.

叮叮叮叮...

The tips clashed, sparks flying from the collision. Hu Xueqi's sword felt solid and invincible. As he swung his sword, snowflakes fell from the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The speed at which they drew their swords was extremely fast. Most people present could only see two shadows blurring together. Only powerful swordsmen like Chu Ming and Lin Xuan could clearly see their movements.

As Hu Xueqi advanced while striking, his body moved forward with a crushing posture. His eyes were chillingly indifferent, forcing the young swordsman in white to retreat continuously. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, making him appear slightly disheveled.

The young swordsman in white knew that if this continued, he would surely lose. Therefore, he deflected Hu Xueqi's sword with one stroke, then quickly retreated, water droplets entangling around his sword, creating a profound aura.

"Water Cloud Kill!"

嗖!嗖!

Two horizontal and vertical slashes burst forth from the sword of the young swordsman in white, cutting through the air and sweeping towards Hu Xueqi. The sound of air breaking echoed in the sky. These slashes contained raindrops, flowing water, mist, and even flashes of sword light.

"Thousand Mountains Collapsing Snow!"

Hu Xueqi did not retreat but advanced instead. His right foot stomped heavily, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes. He held his sword with his right hand and slashed out, a sword light resembling a collapsing snow mountain advancing bravely to block the slashes.

轰!

Sword light collided, countless rays of light interweaving. Then, to the astonishment of everyone, the horizontal and vertical slashes shattered violently. The sword light broke from the middle and scattered in all directions, sparks flying out on the arena.

噗.....

The young swordsman in white couldn't dodge in time, and a string of blood pearls fell from his shoulder. A deep wound, down to the bone, appeared on his shoulder, causing his face to turn pale.

"I admit defeat!"

The young swordsman in white was quite free and easy. He turned and jumped off the arena.

"Who's next?"

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. Among the three to four thousand people present, there were over two hundred at the Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer. Although the young swordsman in white lost, there were still those who were unconvinced and jumped onto the arena to challenge Hu Xueqi.

With each match ending, Chu Ming shook his head. All along, it was obvious that Hu Xueqi had not used his full strength. The strength he had shown so far was probably not even one-tenth of his full combat power.

The Hundred Battle Arena tested not just a person's combat strength but also their stamina and spiritual power reserves. It was clearly a battle of attrition. Once someone's spiritual power was exhausted, they would undoubtedly lose.

In just half an hour, Hu Xueqi had achieved thirty-four consecutive victories. Apart from Zhao Lei at the beginning, the rest were all swordsmen at the Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer. However, few swordsmen could withstand even ten moves from Hu Xueqi.

"The Thousand Snow Sword truly lives up to its name. If nothing unexpected happens, Hu Xueqi will definitely be one of the three to enter Sword Peak this year."

"That may not be the case. Hu Xueqi is strong, but who can be sure there aren't any hidden powerful swordsmen among these contestants?"

"By the way, yesterday I saw a young swordsman defeat Tuoba Rong'Er from the Tuoba family on the street. That young swordsman's strength is indeed not weak."

"Tuoba Rong'Er is nothing. She couldn't even make it to the Profound List and only has good lineage. If she wants to rely on the Hundred Battle Arena to enter Sword Peak, she's dreaming."

Around Chu Ming, some swordsmen were chatting in groups of three or five. Chu Ming didn't expect that these swordsmen, in the end, would end up talking about him.

The Hundred Battle Arena continued. It didn't take long before Hu Xueqi had fifty-three consecutive victories. This time, Wei Zheng of the Blood Oath Swordsmanship couldn't sit still anymore.

踏!踏!踏!

Wei Zheng, dressed in a green robe, with a sinister expression, carried a Blood Sword on his back. As he walked, his right hand caressed the hilt of the sword on his back, slowly drawing it out. Instantly, a sharp sword light descended from the sky.

Wei Zheng's cultivation was at the Guiyuan Realm First Layer. Given his talent, he should rank in the third tier within the entire Eastern Hundred Domains. As for Hu Xueqi, his cultivation was only at the peak of True Dao, but he ranked in the second tier within the entire Eastern Hundred Domains.

Seeing Wei Zheng, Hu Xueqi slightly restrained his disdain. Each genius on the Profound List had some tricks up their sleeves, and he had already fought over fifty battles, consuming a lot of spiritual power. At this moment, Wei Zheng could pose some threat to him.

"I heard that your 'Blood Oath Swordsmanship' has reached the Transformation Realm. Today, let me experience it."

The sword momentum on Hu Xueqi's body gradually condensed into a single line, as if transforming into countless phantom sharp swords, enveloping Wei Zheng and sweeping up storms of sword qi in the air.

"The 'Blood Oath Swordsmanship' always draws blood. Today, it will witness your blood."

Wei Zheng held the Blood Sword in his right hand and placed it obliquely, speaking coldly. He wouldn't wait foolishly for Hu Xueqi to recover his spiritual power before making a move; that would greatly diminish his chances of victory.

Thus, as soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Sword in his hand transformed into a bloodline, winding through the void as it attacked Hu Xueqi, unpredictable and elusive.

The 'Blood Oath Swordsmanship' was a very peculiar and advanced Earth Level swordsmanship. During cultivation, one had to repeatedly nourish the Treasure Sword with their own essence and blood, unknowingly achieving the state of Unity of Man and Sword.

Wei Zheng had been cultivating the 'Blood Oath Swordsmanship' for two years and had reached the Transformation Realm, stepping into the state of Unity of Man and Sword.

嗖!

Hu Xueqi lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, snowflakes drifting down from the sky, filled with killing intent, like dusk falling.

叮叮叮叮…..

The two were only two steps apart. Their longswords clashed fiercely between them, sparks flying, breathtaking and thrilling. The onlookers at the arena dared not blink for fear of missing the exciting duel.

"Hu Xueqi's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, not inferior to ordinary Great Powers of the Realm of Transcendence. It's a pity he's a genius of the Snow Domain's Luoxue Sword Sect. Otherwise, we would definitely keep him in the Ye Family."

At some point, beside the old man in a yellow robe, appeared a horse-faced man in a gray robe. Watching the clash between Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng's longswords, he exclaimed in admiration.

The most talented person among the younger generation of the Ye Family didn't even qualify for the Upper Profound List, incomparable to Hu Xueqi. With Hu Xueqi's talent, he is destined to be a King of the Half-step Life and Death Realm. As for a true King of the Life and Death Realm, it's not that simple.

"This time, entering Sword Peak, also requires preparation for the one from the Central Divine Domain."

The old man in a yellow robe and the horse-faced man in a gray robe held high positions within the Ye Family and knew many secrets.