Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

"If Ye Chengtian can gain that person's favor, our Ye Family would truly rise to prominence."

The yellow-robed elder sighed softly. Ye Chengtian was the top talent of the Ye Family and had a fair reputation within the Beiming Domain. But in front of that person, he was utterly insignificant.

"Don't think too much about it. Even our ancestor looks up to that person."

The gray-robed, horse-faced man said.

"Indeed."

The yellow-robed elder replied.

At this moment, on the arena, the clash between Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng was intensifying. Sparks flew whenever their swords met.

Ssh!

Hu Xueqi's body suddenly jerked backward, but the longsword in his hand thrust towards Wei Zheng's chest, the tip exuding a three-foot sword aura. It tore through the air, creating white waves.

Ding!

Wei Zheng deflected Hu Xueqi's attack with one sword stroke. Then droplets of blood pearls appeared before him, exploding with a "puff, puff, puff" sound, transforming into numerous small blood swords that swept out from around Hu Xueqi, shattering the air.

"Blood Oath Shocking Heart!"

Each of these small blood swords had the attack power equivalent to a full-force strike from a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer martial artist. As the strong wind blew, Hu Xueqi's expression turned serious. He moved swiftly, causing explosions in the air.

"Thousand Mountains Collapsing Snow!"

A sword light, like an avalanche, burst forth from Hu Xueqi's sword, charging towards Wei Zheng with unstoppable momentum.

Puff, puff, puff...

Small blood swords covered the entire arena. Hu Xueqi's sword light engulfed half the arena, sword shadows filling the space. The onlookers below were all shocked. The two were truly prodigies from the Profound List, their battle far exceeding what a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer martial artist could cause.

White waves roared, and shattered sword techniques enveloped the entire arena. The audience below could not see clearly what was happening on the stage, only two vague silhouettes.

When the dust finally settled, the crowd could see the scene on the arena clearly, but what shocked them was that only one person remained on the stage. Wei Zheng stood there with his clothes slightly torn, looking around in confusion.

"Could it be that Hu Xueqi was shattered to pieces by the sword light just now?"

One swordsman exclaimed in awe.

"No, look at Wei Zheng's expression; he seems to be unsure of Hu Xueqi's whereabouts too."

Another swordsman retorted.

"Look up!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked up to see a white figure plummeting headfirst with flapping robes. It was the vanished Hu Xueqi, holding his sword with both hands, the tip emanating a sword aura like a coiled silver snake, charging straight at Wei Zheng.

"Snow River Flowing Shadow!"

White waves rolled, snowflakes fluttered in the sky, and they turned to ice upon landing. Hu Xueqi's sword moved at extreme speed. Not only had Wei Zheng cultivated the Blood Oath Swordsmanship to the Transformation Realm, but He had also brought the Snow Mountain Swordsmanship to the same level.

In fact, to enter the Profound List, at least one martial technique must be cultivated to the Transformation Realm, otherwise it would be impossible.

At this moment, Wei Zheng also noticed the diving Hu Xueqi. His face changed immediately; he knew his advantage lay in being a Guiyuan Realm expert. His spiritual power was three times more abundant than Hu Xueqi's. As long as he dragged it out, victory would be his.

But Hu Xueqi had his advantage too - his sword dao was more intricate. Each of his strikes had a slightly higher attack power than Wei Zheng's.

No choice, Wei Zheng could only grit his teeth and launch his sword technique. He retreated rapidly, creating sparks on the arena surface, and countered with a reverse slash. The sharp sword light broke through the white waves, like an angry dragon, instantly entwining with Hu Xueqi's sword.

"Blood Oath of Ruthlessness!"

This strike was devoid of emotion, like there was nothing left in the world but this one sword. The air swirled around it.

Ding!

The tips of their swords collided, producing a sound like clashing metals. Sparks flew from the point of contact, and a fist-sized ball of light formed, expanding rapidly, filled with terrifying energy.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng retreated simultaneously, not daring to stay any longer. The energy within the white light ball was too terrifying. Once it burst, it would severely injure either of them.

Boom!

Just as they reached the edges of the arena, the white light ball at the center shattered, its energy radiating outwards in white waves, churning the ground.

The onlookers around the arena immediately retreated, fearing being caught in the aftermath.

"Pfft..."

A blood arrow spurted from Wei Zheng's mouth. Although he seemed to have blocked the last strike, the residual force of Hu Xueqi's sword dao had penetrated his body, causing significant internal injury.

Whoosh!

Seeing the white waves still spreading, the yellow-robed elder couldn't sit still anymore. If the wave continued, it would certainly affect the nearby contestants and the subsequent Hundred Battle Arena.

The yellow-robed elder waved his sleeve lightly, and a terrifying wind swept the white light waves. In that turmoil, the energy within the light waves was continuously dissolved, eventually disappearing without a trace.

As the wind settled, the martial artists around the arena looked at the two on stage in astonishment, as if they were looking at two monsters.

"I concede, but there are still nine months until the Tea Dao Conference. By then, it won't be so easy for you to defeat me."

Wei Zheng said gloomily, stepping off the arena and popping several healing elixirs into his mouth to start recovering his injuries. He still had a chance.

Hu Xueqi also popped a few healing elixirs into his mouth. He had sustained some internal injuries in the fight with Wei Zheng and had nearly exhausted half of his dantian's spiritual power.

The martial artists below the stage knew that Hu Xueqi's spiritual power was low, so many of them, who had been previously disinterested, began to stir.

"I'll go next!"

A black shadow flashed, and a black-clothed swordsman with an iron sword on his back leapt onto the stage. He stared straight at Hu Xueqi without a hint of fear. To them, the current Hu Xueqi was just a toothless tiger.

"Draw your sword!"

Hu Xueqi's expression turned cold, killing intent surging in his heart, but on the surface, he still spoke calmly.

Whoosh!

"Black Mountain Snow Wave Kill!"

The black-clothed swordsman didn't hesitate at all. Waves of black ripples surged forth like layers of waves. He emerged from the ripples, slashing horizontally at Hu Xueqi with unstoppable force.

In a flash, Hu Xueqi quickly drew his sword. A blooming sword flower appeared from his hand, instantly drowning the black ripples and continuing its momentum towards the black-clothed swordsman. White waves rolled, and the air swirled.

Bang, bang...

Hu Xueqi's seemingly casual strike left the black-clothed swordsman defenseless. His entire body exploded, blood splattering everywhere, a horrifying sight.

The audience below the arena's expressions changed. This was the first fatality since the Hundred Battle Arena began.