Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

If it weren't for Hu Xueqi suddenly killing people, they had almost forgotten the life-and-death rules of the Hundred Battle Arena. Clearly, Hu Xueqi had already made up his mind to kill.

The swordsmen who went on stage next all had to consider whether they could bear the consequences.

However, the allure of entering Sword Peak was too strong. Even though they understood the life-threatening risk, many swordsmen still jumped onto the arena.

Hu Xueqi obviously wanted to make an example. All the martial artists who went on stage were killed, with their blood staining the entire arena.

It didn't take long for Hu Xueqi's winning streak to accumulate to seventy-three matches. His white robe had already been dyed red.

Slash!

A streak of blood shot out, killing the last person on the arena. Hu Xueqi panted slightly, and the spiritual power within him was nearly exhausted.

"I relinquish my position as the arena leader!"

After saying this, Hu Xueqi floated down from the arena. At this moment, his winning streak was seventy-four matches. If nothing unexpected happened, this streak was enough to enter the top three.

Landing below the arena, Hu Xueqi immediately sat down cross-legged, quickly restoring his physical strength and spiritual power. If seventy-four matches weren't enough to enter the top three, he would have to try again.

"This time, I will be the arena leader!"

Lin Xuan, the one known as "Throat Sealing Sword," with a cold gaze, lightly tapped the ground with his foot and flew onto the arena, standing firmly as he icily declared.

The people below the stage hesitated. The infamous reputation of "Throat Sealing Sword" Lin Xuan was even more daunting than Hu Xueqi's.

Lin Xuan either did not attack, or, once he did, it was a kill shot.

"Rest assured, this time, as long as you get on the stage, I will not kill."

Understanding everyone's concerns, Lin Xuan promptly stated on the spot.

Without this assurance, there wouldn't be many swordsmen daring to step onto the arena, which would be detrimental to accumulating his winning streak.

Whoosh!

As soon as Lin Xuan finished speaking, a white-clothed swordsman jumped onto the arena.

...

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Ye City, twenty young geniuses stood, each brimming with powerful Qi, looking majestic and not lacking in strength.

These were the young geniuses from the twelve-family alliance, each of whom had the right to enter Sword Peak. According to the rules, each family had two slots to enter Sword Peak. However, this year, there was a change: the Ye Family voluntarily gave one slot to another person.

"Patriarch Ye, how much longer will the Hundred Battle Arena last?"

A melodious voice, like that of an oriole, echoed in the hall. Looking towards the source of the voice, a woman dressed in black with a black veil covering her face sat at the lower seat of the main hall.

The woman exuded a mysterious aura, her body exquisite and otherworldly.

The young geniuses below looked at the mysterious woman with a hint of fervor in their eyes.

They did not know the woman's identity, only that since her arrival, the Ye Family's Ancestor, who never involved himself in family affairs, personally received her and ordered the entire Ye Family to meet her every demand.

Moreover, it was rumored that she came from the Central Divine Domain.

"Miss Ye, please don't worry. I estimate that in half a day's time, the Hundred Battle Arena will conclude."

Sitting prominently in the hall was a burly man with thick eyebrows. Perhaps due to his long-held high position, his face naturally carried an air of authority.

This was Ye Feiying, the current Patriarch of the Ye Family.

Facing the mysterious woman, even Ye Feiying could only be humble. As the Patriarch of the Ye Family, he was well aware of the woman's identity.

If she were angered, not just the Ye Family, but even the entire twelve-family alliance would be doomed.

"Hurry up. I've been out for too long; my master will worry."

The woman's melodious voice rang out again. Though her tone was indifferent, it sent a chill down Ye Feiying's spine.

"Rest assured, I'll urge them."

Ye Feiying let out a dry laugh. The woman's master was a genuine Life and Death Realm King, standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

...

In front of the City Lord's Mansion, on the Hundred Battle Arena, after Hu Xueqi's seventy-four consecutive victories, Lin Xuan, known as "Throat Sealing Sword," had achieved over sixty consecutive victories. Despite Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng's incomplete recovery, his winning momentum showed no signs of slowing.

Standing beneath the arena, Chu Ming frowned and was about to leap onto the stage when he saw a nearly thirty-year-old white-clothed swordsman jump onto the stage before him.

This white-clothed swordsman was the fourth person to catch Chu Ming's attention. In him, Chu Ming could feel Sword Dao cultivation not inferior to that of Lin Xuan.

"Blood-Dropping Sword, Wu Ning!"

The white-clothed swordsman stood steadily on the stage, clasping his hands in greeting.

Looking at Wu Ning, Lin Xuan frowned. He could also sense that Wu Ning's Sword Dao cultivation was on par with his own. However, as a domain genius, Lin Xuan had some trump cards that could defeat Wu Ning. But how far he could go after defeating Wu Ning was uncertain.

Blood-Dropping Sword Wu Ning was not an unknown figure in the Beiming Domain. Ten years ago, he was already a notable swordsman but had never reached Sword Peak. Now, nearing the age limit, this was his last chance, and he had to seize it.

"Make your move. I will have to use some means to defeat you."

Lin Xuan spoke coldly, his Blood Sword still dripping crimson blood.

"Arrogant!"

Wu Ning retorted, drawing his blue longsword instantly. A streak of sword light streaked across the ground, leaving countless sparks.

"Arrogant or not, let's fight and see!"

Lin Xuan lightly tapped the ground with his right foot. Using the rebound force, his entire body became a streak of sword light, shooting forward, as blood-colored brilliance extended three feet from his Blood Sword.

With Qi waves rolling, Wu Ning fearlessly met the attack with drawn sword, and their sword lights collided.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The tips of their longswords clashed, sparks flew, like a rain of fire.

Bang!

Lin Xuan's right foot stomped heavily, the ground's wind chill and white waves rolling as his blood-colored longsword slashed out like a ferocious wave in a sea of blood, crushing towards Wu Ning with immense force.

"Godslayer!"

The wave-like force in mid-air struck, and a blood-colored sword light emerged from the white waves, gradually expanding, transforming into an ominous sword light, attacking Wu Ning in an instant.

Lin Xuan's Godslayer strike could be described as elusive. A typical Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer martial artist wouldn't be able to block it and would likely perish directly.

"Blood-Dropping Shocking Killing Sword!"

Wu Ning did not retreat but advanced, with a terrifying Qi force emitting from him, turning into thousands of sword lights spiraling in the air.

A fearsome crimson sword light emerged from Wu Ning's sword, meeting Lin Xuan's Godslayer head-on.