Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

The crowd below watched with bated breath, not daring to blink, fearful of missing the spectacular duel.

Bang, bang, bang...

Two sword lights collided instantly, weaving and intertwining in the air, brimming with killing intent. The momentum of the swords soared, exploding in the air into countless fragments, shooting towards all directions.

Step, step, step...

Wu Ning's expression changed slightly. His right foot supported him as he retreated consecutively. With a wave of his left hand, the spiritual power within him erupted, forming a light red barrier in front of him. The sword light fragments collided with it as if they were mud sinking into the sea, not causing even the slightest ripple.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a red light point pierced through the layers of white waves, reappearing in front of him, emanating a sharp and chilling aura.

Chir!

Wu Ning halted his retreating stance, his longsword flashed, transforming into a circular slaughtering sword light. A blood moon rose out of thin air, darkening the sky, accompanied by successive sounds of air being sliced apart, creating a vacuum zone between them.

"Blood Moon Sky Kill!"

Whoosh!

The slaughtering sword light transformed into a blood moon, charging towards Lin Xuan with a thunderous force, unfolding white waves between the two.

Crack!

"Kill True!"

The air waves surged, Lin Xuan's black robe fluttered and his hair stood up wildly. The blood sword in his right hand turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the void, leaving no shadow, shape, or sound. At that moment, the surrounding space fell silent, and the sound seemed to be extinguished, leaving the world in silence.

Whoosh!

Just as Wu Ning's blood moon was about to reach Lin Xuan, the void trembled, and a blood-colored sword light surged out. Simultaneously, Lin Xuan's blood sword appeared, enveloping the entire stage with a veil of blood qi.

Crack!

The two collided, shattering instantly. Lin Xuan's arm trembled slightly, and the blood sword flew back into his hand, while Wu Ning couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

Their combat strength was similar, but their cultivation techniques differed. Lin Xuan cultivated the High Tier Earth Level Cultivation Technique "Blood Essence Divine Skill", while Wu Ning only mastered the Low Tier Earth Level Cultivation Technique "Killing Green Profound Technique". In terms of spiritual power recovery, Lin Xuan clearly held an advantage.

"If possible, we could recruit Wu Ning into the Ye Family."

At the edge of the stage, the old man in a yellow robe spoke to the man with the horse face.

"Wu Ning is not affiliated with any sect, and his cultivation techniques and martial techniques are not top-notch, it should be feasible."

The horse-faced man pondered.

Though the Ye Family was prestigious among the twelve-family alliance in the Beiming Domain, the families competed against each other. In recent years, the Ye Family's influence within the alliance had waned, prompting them to seek a change.

"I hope this trip to Sword Peak goes smoothly."

For some unknown reason, the old yellow-robed man felt a hint of unease.

"Don't worry, the patriarch is near Sword Peak. Even a Great Power of Transcendence couldn't stir much trouble."

The horse-faced man reassured.

On the stage.

Ding ding ding ding ding...

At this moment, Wu Ning and Lin Xuan had collided hundreds of times, blood light splattering across the stage. Below, the spectators could only see two blurred shadows leaping around the platform.

Ding!

Lin Xuan flipped and soared, rotating his sword in his right hand for a killing spin. The tip collided with Wu Ning's longsword, producing a metallic clang. Wu Ning quickly retreated, executing a horizontal kick, fiery red light rising from his foot, increasing the temperature around them.

"A mere child's play!"

Lin Xuan sneered, his left hand forming a claw, his bones hard. From his fingertips, five powerful qi spikes burst forth, piercing the air and reaching for Wu Ning's right foot.

Bang!

Claw and foot collided, both retreating. In his backward motion, Lin Xuan spun back, waves surging, gripping his sword in both hands, his energy peaking, then slashing upward against the momentum.

"Killing Intent!"

A dazzling red light erupted from Lin Xuan's blood sword, cutting through layers of space, sweeping silently towards Wu Ning.

"Damn!"

Wu Ning's expression changed, his right foot stomped the ground, leveraging the rebound force to soar instantly. Yet, his face showed a trace of shock as a massive red barrier closed him in, sealing every inch of space ten meters around him.

"Shrink!"

Not far from Wu Ning, Lin Xuan sneered. In his gaze, the red barrier began to shrink rapidly, blood light flashing brilliantly.

Chir!

Wu Ning swung his sword furiously, but it only left white traces on the barrier. The dominant red light approached him.

Whoosh!

Wu Ning jumped back, holding his sword with both hands, slashing vertically. A blood light erupted from his sword, rampaging like a raging dragon.

Boom!

"Argh..."

At the moment of sword light collision, the red barrier shattered instantly into countless blood fragments, stabbing towards Wu Ning. The sounds of piercing air echoed repeatedly. Wu Ning, suspended in mid-air, couldn't help but spit blood, his clothes shredded, in a miserable state.

"Indeed worthy of being a prodigy of the Profound List, he lives up to his reputation. Blood-Dropping Sword Wu Ning is quite renowned in Beiming Domain, yet he ultimately lost."

"Their age difference is ten years. Who knows how far One Sword Throat-Sealing Lin Xuan will reach at thirty?"

"It's a pity that One Sword Throat-Sealing Lin Xuan isn't a swordsman of Beiming Domain. Otherwise, Beiming Domain might have a Life and Death Realm Sword King in a century."

On the stage.

Wu Ning slowly stood up from the ground, blood dribbling from his mouth. He glanced at Lin Xuan standing at the other end of the platform, his face gloomy. Without saying a word, he stepped off the stage, stuffing a few healing elixirs in his mouth, beginning to heal his wounds.

One Sword Throat-Sealing Lin Xuan exhaled gently, having defeated Wu Ning almost utilizing all his trump cards, his combat strength maxed out. After Wu Ning, several swordsmen jumped onto the stage, challenging Lin Xuan.

Clearly, Lin Xuan was now severely injured.

Half an hour passed, with Lin Xuan accumulating eighty-one consecutive victories. However, with his spiritual power nearly exhausted, he voluntarily forfeited after securing the eighty-second win.

"I relinquish the stage master position."

Lin Xuan leapt off the stage, closing his eyes to restore the spiritual power in his dantian.

Chu Ming stood tall, jumped onto the stage, and looked at the numerous swordsmen below, saying calmly, "I will take over as the stage master. Who dares challenge me?"

"Isn't that the swordsman who defeated Tuoba Rong'Er yesterday?"

In the crowd, a martial artist recognized Chu Ming, questioning.

"I didn't recognize him until you mentioned it, but indeed he is."

His companion whispered.