However, the sixth level was already the limit. Ye Xiruo kept consuming pills to replenish the energy she had consumed.

This eight-person sword formation is much more complex than the previous six-person sword formation. Even though she has strong spiritual power, her swordsmanship is terrible and she has no way to fight against her.

After running for half a day, I slowly figured out the attack trajectory of this sword formation. Only then did I stop running for my life, seize the opportunity to counterattack a few times, and then continue to run for my life.

Through this guerrilla warfare, they gradually figured out the sword formation and those deadly sword moves. Of course, it would be difficult to fully digest the essence of these sword moves in a short time, and Ye Xiruo didn't have any unrealistic dreams.

She's not Xiu Qi, and even if Senior Brother Zi Shu came, he'd probably be much stronger than her. Right now, she can slowly memorize these sword moves, the feeling, the attack methods, and the variations. Once she gets out, she can gradually understand them and they'll eventually become her own.

The most crucial point is that she is really about to collapse. Even if she can judge the direction and force of the attack, she can no longer dodge it. Her physical strength and true energy are being consumed too much.

However, Ye Xiruo never expected to be sent flying out so slunk away, or rather, to activate the teleportation stone and leave on her own.

Since the goal is to select protectors from the Heavenly Sword Sect, it is essential to prevent the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect from seeing through their disguise. They need to understand that swordsmen are not as great, invincible, or unbeatable as they imagine.

In fact, she, as an alchemist, can do many things that other alchemists cannot.

Ye Xiruo's spiritual energy condensed into two spiked clubs, which then combined to form a cross, blasting the eight sword slaves into dust. She herself successfully entered the seventh level.

The pressure on the seventh floor was suffocating. Without thinking, Ye Xiruo used two spiked clubs to firmly protect herself in the middle, one in front and one behind.

As for comprehending the sword techniques and formations at this level, Ye Xiruo could only wipe away her tears. "I can't do it!" she thought. "Ten Nascent Soul cultivators have come, and they're even coming as a group. Expecting her to slowly deal with these sword slaves and defeat them one by one is absolutely impossible."

After all, she was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, and her true essence was limited. It was almost depleted by now. Let alone trying to fight back, she would probably be blasted into dust if she went up against him.

Therefore, Ye Xiruo directly sheathed her sword, which was now completely useless. She then drank a bottle of spiritual water, and her spiked club flew up, heading straight for the ten Nascent Soul cultivators.

The spiked club was now three times its original size, gleaming with a cold silver light, and its barbs shone with an even colder gleam.

As for attack power, a weapon formed from this level of spiritual energy is absolutely a killing weapon.

The massive spiked club relentlessly pounded at the sword slaves, disregarding their sword techniques. Unstoppable and relentless, tactics were irrelevant; the club simply and brutally smashed them down, quickly killing three, crippling four, and leaving three unharmed and lively.

Ye Xiruo sneered, "I don't believe I can't kill you all. If you don't die, then I'll be the one to die. I'll settle both old and new scores together." Ye Xiruo wielded her spiked club and quickly dealt with the ten early-stage Nascent Soul sword slaves.

Ye Xiruo herself didn't think she was being too flashy, but the newcomers, veterans, managers, and elders outside the Sword Tower were about to explode—no, they already were.

The two elders felt as if a thousand alpacas were running through their minds. This couldn't be true. They absolutely couldn't believe that all of this was real.

An eighteen-year-old alchemist looked very weak. He struggled through the first few levels. If he continued at the same pace, he would be eliminated at the fourth level at the latest.

Okay, he had plenty of pills and managed to reach the fifth level, which should be his limit. This achievement is already enough to make many people feel ashamed.

Surprisingly, they made it past the fifth floor and arrived at the sixth floor.

The sixth floor was a place only a prodigy like Gu Leng could reach, yet he actually made it to the sixth floor and even passed it. Although his speed couldn't compare to Gu Leng's, look at the result—he actually passed it.

Was she on drugs? What kind of drug is it? It's so effective, one pill was all it took. Seventh floor, can anyone tell me how she got through that? In such a short time, she's practically ascending to heaven! The two elders are about to cry; they didn't realize she had so much talent in swordsmanship.

This time, they made a name for themselves.

And what did I see from those newbies who were secretly cursing Ye Xi for being thrown out on the second floor Σ(°△°|||)︴? A genius! A genius that inspires both awe and despair.

Sure enough, a genius is a genius. Even without going through all the previous tests, his move was simply a massacre.

Now they are somewhat hoping that Ye Xiruo can reach the eighth floor. No matter how he did it, he did it, and that's enough.

Xiu Qiyu's face was ashen: "Little Ye Zi is too reckless."

"She came for you, so naturally she doesn't want to be too much worse than you."

Xiu Qiyu fell silent. What he wanted to say was that he never cared about other people's opinions. No one could replace Xiao Yezi in his heart.

"I reckon she'll be out soon."

Ye Xiruo smoothly entered the eighth level without being thrown out. The eighth level was for twelve mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Ye Xiruo was under immense pressure and directly conjured three spiked clubs to smash them hard. However, strangely, the formation formed by these sword slaves could actually share the damage. An attack that could kill one sword slave was spread among the twelve sword slaves, resulting in only minor injuries.

Therefore, these sword slaves truly became unkillable cockroaches. Ye Xiruo was naturally very angry, controlling the three spiked clubs, seeking only to maximize the attack each time.

The attack continued relentlessly after the initial assault. Everything has its limits, and these sword slaves could only withstand so many attacks. What Ye Xiruo wanted to do was to cripple these sword slaves.

However, it was difficult. These sword slaves were not to be trifled with. Their combined sword techniques unleashed powerful attacks, which gave Ye Xiruo a real headache.

The expressions on the faces of the people outside were numb. Where did this freak come from? How could he be so abnormal? Does he not leave any way for others to live?

Even the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect was alarmed. Although he did not come in person, a message had already been sent.

"Who is this newcomer? Has he/she become an apprentice?"

The two elders almost wanted to burst into tears, but they could only force a reply: "This is an alchemist from the Haoqi Pavilion, seeking a protector." Such a fierce alchemist hardly needed a martial artist as a protector. 46