Just as Mu Feng thought victory was certain, Xiu Qiyu amplified his aura, which slowly permeated the Netherworld Purgatory with an aura of endless death and destruction. Although the speed was slow, Xiu Qiyu's level was several levels lower than Mu Feng's, and his domain had been perfected for a long time.

Mu Feng was filled with disbelief. How had Xiu Qiyu managed to elevate her cultivation level so much in such a short time? Perhaps Xiu Qiyu had been holding back her strength from the very beginning.

Left with no other choice, Mu Feng transformed his domain into a black demonic spear and launched the attack first. Unsurprisingly, Xiu Qiyu's "Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed," radiating an aura of death and destruction, reappeared on the arena, this time with power comparable to that of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Ye Liusha's eyes were filled with excitement as he looked at Xiu Qiyu. Xiu Qiyu had no cultivation techniques, yet he had managed to develop them to this extent; he truly deserved to be called a prodigy. He longed to have a thorough and enjoyable battle with Xiu Qiyu, even though he knew he would be no match for him.

A layer of icy blue light enveloped the Shadowless Sword, and wisps of destructive aura constantly emanated from it. At this moment, although Xiu Qiyu's figure remained as graceful as an immortal, his entire demeanor had undergone a tremendous transformation.

The original ice attribute was fused with the power of death and destruction. Standing in mid-air, Xiu Qiyu was like a messenger of death, with no warmth or human emotions on his body.

Ye Xiruo pouted: "This is because I overexerted myself and haven't recovered yet!"

"Why does it seem like Xiu Qiyu has become even more powerful?" Hua Rong looked puzzled. He was, after all, a genius, but ever since he met Xiao Yezi, he had been so badly beaten down by the group of freaks around her that he had come to realize that he was just a mortal and that these people were not human at all.

Qingzhiyi nodded matter-of-factly: "Senior Brother is already very powerful."

"Okay, okay, Xiu Qiyu has been amazing since birth, is that alright now?" Qing Zhiyi is a huge fan of Xiu Qiyu, and you absolutely can't badmouth Xiu Qiyu in front of her.

"You should ask his parents about that," Qing Zhiyi replied seriously.

"No need to ask anymore. How could someone who can give birth to a peerless genius like Xiu Qiyu be anything less than exceptional?"

To Hua Rong's surprise, Qing Zhiyi did not refute her.

"It seems that Mu Feng is doomed to a complete tragedy."

As expected, after Xiu Qiyu's realm was upgraded, Mu Feng's domain could no longer restrain him, while the power of Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed increased by 30%. Mu Feng transformed the Netherworld Chains and the Netherworld Purgatory into a huge shield. The demons in the domain roared around the shield, trying to influence Xiu Qiyu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, thereby fundamentally breaking the Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed.

It has to be said that Mu Feng is very smart, and his method and thinking are correct. However, the person he encountered was Xiu Qiyu. Xiu Qiyu's own spiritual power is not very strong, but since Xiu Qiyu and Ye Xiruo signed a contract to share life and death, the contract has been improving Xiu Qiyu's spiritual power and soul power invisibly, and has also been constantly transforming Ye Xiruo's physique invisibly. Otherwise, with Ye Xiruo's trash-like combat power, and having to go into seclusion to refine pills every few days, she simply wouldn't be able to keep up, okay?

Therefore, Mu Feng's hope that those demonic creatures could influence Xiu Qiyu's consciousness and weaken his mental power was utterly wishful thinking. Furthermore, Mu Feng's own internal energy was already nearly depleted.

So, Mu Feng was defeated inexplicably, and by Xiu Qiyu in a fair and square victory. Immediately after the battle, Mu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, entirely out of anger.

Knowing that Mu Feng was mentally injured, Lang Sha went to the arena and pulled him back: "Mu Feng, this was just an accident. They will all be trampled under your feet and never be able to rise again." A cold light flashed in Lang Sha's eyes, and the eerie smile on Xiu Qiyu's face after he conceded defeat suddenly appeared in his mind. It turned out that Xiu Qiyu had already decided to do this back then. Conceding defeat was just to lull them into a false sense of security; defeating Mu Feng was his ultimate goal.

"Don't worry! I will definitely defeat him."

But what good is defeating Xiu Qiyu? So far, the alien races occupy 33 of the top 100 spots on the Heavenly Ranking, the demon race has 22, and the human race has the most with 45. However, the top three are now completely dominated by the human race—this is an utter disgrace, something that has never happened before in all these years.

He and Lang Sha, once the pride of their clan, have now become a disgrace to their people, causing them both great distress.

In the next challenge, a demon challenged Zhan Changtian and was cleaved in two within a hundred moves. Of course, the demon was still alive. This demon was a demon who mainly cultivated demonic souls, and his physical body was relatively fragile. Zhan Changtian directly destroyed his physical body, leaving only a ball of dark demonic soul roaring angrily on the arena.

"Shut up, or I'll eat you up." The mysterious demon snorted coldly, and the dark demonic soul was so frightened that it quickly returned to its seat to begin healing its injuries. It had to rebuild its demonic body this time; what a huge loss! That black-robed man was truly terrifying; it had to run away as soon as it was over.

The elders of the Myriad Swords Sect still chose to challenge Zhan Changtian. There was no other way; it wasn't a matter of strength against their own people, but rather that these madmen of the Myriad Swords Sect loved to challenge everyone. The higher the combat power, the more excited they became. Among the top three, Jing Li was an alchemist, and incredibly petty—they couldn't afford to offend her. Yu Kou was a woman, a magic cultivator, not a weapon cultivator; frankly, she just wasn't a fun opponent.

Zhan Changtian is a master of the sword, with a bold and unrestrained style, characterized by wide-ranging and powerful movements. His skill level is also very high, perfectly matching their requirements for challengers.

Zhan Changtian had just finished taking drugs when he was challenged again.

Yu Kou chuckled: "Brother Zhan's combat power is amazing. It would be a good thing for him to experience the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed."

Zhan Changtian, carrying his sword, landed on the arena.

"Night Without Peerlessness".

"Zhan Changtian".

After the two introduced themselves, they began to fight. The stunning swordsmanship and graceful sword steps of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were fully displayed before everyone for the first time. Zhan Changtian's saber technique was rough, domineering, and relentlessly powerful, both fierce and decisive.

This sword strike and the saber were like two barrels of gunpowder piled together. The destructive attack and the scattered energy caused a protective shield to rise directly on the arena, constantly breaking down the chaotic and violent energy.

"A multitude of swords were unleashed."

"To cut in two with one stroke."

After exchanging roughly a few hundred moves, both of them used their ultimate techniques.