Xiao Yunlan stood on the arena, his robes fluttering, the Qingfeng sword in his hand gleaming coldly.

His gaze was like lightning, the tip of his sword pointing directly at Chu Wuchen below the stage, his voice as cold as frost:

"Chu Wuchen, do you dare to fight?"

This question was like a thunderclap, shaking the hearts and minds of all the cultivators present!

In the battle just now, Xiao Yunlan crushed his opponent, who was also at the Nascent Soul stage, with only three sword strikes. His strength was so great that many contestants were considering giving up.

At this moment, he directly challenged Chu Wuchen, clearly intending to dampen his spirit!

The arena fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on Chu Wuchen.

Chu Wuchen slowly raised his eyes, a cold smile flashing in them. He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering without wind, and demonic energy surging around him, like a demon emerging from the abyss.

"Junior Brother Xiao, it's been many years, and you've become even more arrogant." His voice was deep, tinged with sarcasm. "However, do you think that just because you've defeated a piece of trash, you have the right to challenge me?"

Before he finished speaking, his demonic energy surged suddenly, and a terrifying pressure swept across the entire area. Many cultivators with lower cultivation levels were even forced to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale!

Late Nascent Soul stage!

Everyone was shocked to learn that Chu Wuchen's cultivation had actually broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage!

The entire training ground was deathly silent, as if even breathing had been frozen.

Chu Wuchen's demonic energy surged, and the oppressive aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was as vast as an abyss, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe. Those cultivators who had been cheering for him were now all silent with fear, their eyes filled with terror.

"Late Nascent Soul stage... or even Great Perfection!" someone exclaimed in a trembling voice, their disbelief evident in their tone.

"It's over, Xiao Yunlan is really in trouble now. I thought he was about the same level as Chu Wuchen, but I didn't expect that although he broke through, Chu Wuchen also broke through, and even broke through much more powerfully than him!"

"The Xuantian Sect is likely to suffer a major defeat this time..."

The disciples of Xuantian Sect were ashen-faced. The passion that had been boiling just moments before because of Senior Brother Xiao's display of divine power had now completely cooled.

They knew better than anyone that the gap between the mid-stage and late-stage Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm could not be bridged by ordinary means. It was not merely a matter of the amount of spiritual energy stored, but also a difference in the depth of one's understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

"How could this be..." an inner disciple murmured in despair, the sect flag in his hand hanging limply.

Just moments before, they were cheering for Senior Brother Xiao's three sword strikes that defeated the enemy, but now they had to watch him face the invincible demon.

Wei Jixian's knuckles were white beneath his long sleeves. He stared intently at the arena, fine beads of sweat beading on his forehead.

As the elder leading the team in this competition, he understood the significance of this contest better than anyone else—it was not only about personal victory or defeat, but also about the reputation of the Xuantian Sect.

"Hahaha!" A burst of shrill laughter erupted from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's ranks. The poison cultivator elder in purple robes deliberately raised his voice: "The Xuan Tian Sect boasts about defeating Chu Wuchen of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect? Why are you all looking so mournful?"

His disciples chimed in, exaggeratedly mimicking the cheers of the Xuantian Sect disciples.

Xiao Yunlan's grip on his sword tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white, but his expression remained cold and stern. He raised his eyes, looking directly at Chu Wuchen, and said, word by word:

"So what if your cultivation is high? A traitor is still a traitor. Today, I will clean house on behalf of the sect!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Wuchen's lips curled into a cruel smile, and he slowly raised his hand—

"Zheng—!"

A longsword wreathed in dark demonic energy appeared out of thin air. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, the air seemed to be corroded, emitting a piercing hissing sound.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

Chu Wuchen leaped into the air, his black robes fluttering, and landed steadily in the center of the arena like a giant black eagle.

His opponent in the match was not Xiao Yunlan, but he didn't care.

He glanced around, a contemptuous sneer playing on his lips: "Before my duel with Xiao Yunlan, who else dares to come up here to throw their life away?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire arena, exuding an undeniable aura of power. The audience fell silent; the contestants who were originally ranked after him exchanged glances, none daring to step forward and accept the challenge.

"Very good." Chu Wuchen nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and pointed the demonic sword in his hand directly at Xiao Yunlan. "It seems that now it's our turn."

The referee below the stage opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by a single glance from Chu Wuchen. This powerful expert at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm had completely dominated the entire arena with his aura.

Xiao Yunlan sneered, and his jade sword was drawn in response: "That's exactly what I intended!"

He leaped onto the arena, his white robes fluttering, a stark contrast to Chu Wuchen's black robes.

The two stood ten feet apart, their swords facing each other, and it seemed as if invisible sparks were flying in the air.

"Junior Brother Xiao, you've made considerable progress these past few years," Chu Wuchen said slowly, the black mist on his demonic sword beginning to churn. "Unfortunately, it's still not enough."

Xiao Yunlan did not answer, but simply raised the tip of his sword slightly, a wisp of cyan sword energy flowing across the blade. His gaze was focused and sharp, as if the entire world consisted only of his opponent.

His sword shot out like a meteor, a strike that embodied his life's cultivation. Wherever the sword passed, the air was torn apart by tiny spatial cracks.

The ultimate secrets of the Xuantian Sect's signature technique, the "Nine Swords of Xuantian," were fully revealed at this moment.

"Die!" Xiao Yunlan's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Seeing that Chu Wuchen did not dodge, a smile appeared on his lips.

Even if he's at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, so what? He'll still kill him today.

But unexpectedly, when the sword tip was only three inches away from Chu Wuchen's throat, a sudden change occurred!

"Buzz—"

A semi-transparent black light shield appeared out of thin air, and Xiao Yunlan's sword tip struck the shield, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing.

The cyan sword energy flowing along the sword frantically impacted the light barrier, but it couldn't even stir up a ripple.

Xiao Yunlan's swordplay suddenly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and the backlash from his grip on the sword had caused it to bleed profusely. The seemingly thin black light shield now appeared as an insurmountable chasm before him.

Chu Wuchen didn't even move an inch, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "That's it?"

Instantly, the entire venue fell silent.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect were so wide-eyed they forgot to close their mouths.

Their proud senior brother, with all his might, couldn't even make his opponent move an inch with his sword strike.

Not to mention breaking through his defenses and injuring him.

But the opponent hasn't even made a move yet!

"This...this is impossible..." An elder's teacup shattered on the ground with a "crack".

Wei Ji had no idea that Chu Wuchen was already so powerful. His face had turned ashen.

They're not even on the same level!

Today, the Xuantian Sect is destined to suffer humiliation.

He had been gathering various resources for Xiao Yunlan in preparation for this day. He even sought help from the White Cultivator.

However, it seems that it doesn't matter whether we find foreign aid or not now.

No one could defeat Chu Wuchen.