Time passed second by second, and more and more people were outside the Sword Tower. Xiu Qiyu and Ye Liusha had already shocked the Heavenly Sword Sect enough by going up one after the other, but now an unknown nobody had actually made it to the eleventh floor and had been there for an hour.

Xiu Qiyu's record has already been broken. Now, the swordsmen outside are all looking forward to whether Zishu can reach the twelfth floor. This record is unlikely to be broken.

Of course, they also felt a great deal of disappointment. They were like frogs in a well, oblivious to the vastness of the sky. Now they realize that there are always higher heavens and more capable people out there.

With such a brilliant swordsman right beside them, how could they not strive to hone their skills?

The eleventh level was indeed very difficult. Zishu used most of his spiritual power to burn six sword slaves to death with the Supreme Burning Technique, and then killed two of them with his own hands. After that, he had almost exhausted all his true energy.

However, he did not want to give up. Zishu used his ethereal body to its fullest extent, and a vortex of spiritual energy was generated in the sword tower. The center of this vortex was Zishu.

The ethereal body is not truly perfect; otherwise, it would be defying the heavens. After using it today, the ethereal body will go into hibernation for a month, and will no longer automatically absorb spiritual energy from the air and convert it into true essence within its body.

Few people know this secret, but it doesn't matter. If he can't directly absorb spiritual energy from the air, there are always pills. Whatever a pill master might lack, he won't lack pills.

With the Void Body as a cheat code, or rather a booster, Zishu's true essence was restored by half, but the remaining sword slaves were still difficult to deal with.

When his true energy is exhausted again, that will be the moment of his true defeat and his being thrown out of the sword tower.

Zishu neither wanted to nor could sit idly by and wait for death. Trading injury for life was the most effective method. As for the outcome, Zishu had not considered it.

Actually, if Ye Xi hadn't made it clear, the final fatal blow in the Sword Tower trial wouldn't necessarily be fatal. However, the damage sustained during the trial itself would be real, and if someone suffered irreparable injury during the trial, they could truly die.

Now, Ye Xiruo is afraid that her senior brother will go berserk and lose his life in the Sword Tower. What should she do?

"Elder, is there any way to stop the assessment? Or can I go in now?"

"Master Ye is joking. The Sword Tower is a separate space, and even a Transcending Tribulation Immortal would find it difficult to disrupt the assessment with external force. Once the assessment begins, only those within the Sword Tower can decide whether to end it. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere. Even if you enter now, the two of you will be in completely different spaces, and you cannot stop him."

How could this happen? She couldn't forgive herself if her senior brother was really injured.

Zishu's sword, like himself, is too gentle, lacking in killing power. Zishu rarely practices or uses the kind of decisive, tragic, and mutually destructive sword techniques. But today, in the Sword Tower, he was forced to use them repeatedly.

His eyes grew colder, the sword in his hand gleamed colder, and he sustained more and more wounds.

It turns out that Xiu Qiyu was right. His sword lacked the aura of killing and death. Such a sword was not a sword for killing, so it was better not to practice it.

The instant Zishu had his moment of enlightenment, his sword energy surged dramatically, instantly inflicting severe injuries on the five sword slaves in front of him. His sword intent also broke through to the fifth level, his cold and austere sword intent now imbued with a resolute and brutal killing intent.

Zishu charged into the sword slaves once more, slaughtering them madly. His sword intent was like a blade, and his body was like a sword. Using the momentum from his recent breakthrough, Zishu directly annihilated the remaining sword slaves.

The sword in his hand was still bright and white, unstained by a trace of blood, but it had gained a solemn aura of killing intent.

The instant the sword slave disappeared, Zishu's figure appeared directly on the twelfth floor, and within three seconds, he was torn to pieces.

Although he knew it was fake, the excruciating pain of his flesh and bones being torn apart made Zishu's vision go black, and he fainted.

The swordsmen outside the Sword Tower were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"I told you, he would definitely be able to fight his way to the twelfth floor. Just you wait."

"Really? I thought Xiu Qiyu's swordsmanship was already very powerful, but I didn't expect there to be such a dark horse. It's unbelievable."

"Look, look, it looks like he was thrown out."

"Oh no, he doesn't look well."

"I can see that. You can imagine how fierce the battle was. Your white clothes are almost turned into blood-stained clothes now."

"Senior Brother." Ye Xiruo flew up and hugged Zishu's unconscious body.

"Why are you so foolish? Why are you working so hard?"

"Master Ye's reaction was too fast; I didn't even have time to save them!"

"Save your breath. Everyone knows your own limitations. With your lightness skill, you'd be crashing to the ground before you even get up there."

"What did you say? You're asking for it."

"Isn't what I said the truth? Let's fight then, who's afraid of you?"

The two elders had not expected Zishu to cause such a tragic outcome. Although each level of the Sword Tower was more difficult than the last, and people would usually suffer some minor injuries, serious injuries were rare. Knowing how difficult it was, many people would choose to automatically end the match and be teleported out.

Unexpectedly, Zishu used a desperate tactic, leaving him with hundreds of sword wounds of varying sizes. It's unclear whether his life is in danger.

"I'll go and fetch the alchemist right away."

"No need, Senior Brother's injuries are too severe. I need to heal him immediately. Please ask the two elders to help protect him."

"Please rest assured, Master Ye, no one will disturb you."

Ye Xiruo took out a bunch of pills and stuffed a Great Rejuvenation Pill into Zishu's mouth. Then came Rejuvenation Pill, Qi-Replenishing Pill, and Spirit-Nourishing Pill, followed by a bottle of spiritual water and a drop of Cleansing Dew.

The vibrant Qingyang True Qi instantly flowed from Ye Xiruo's fingertips and surged into Zishu's body.

The myriad Qingyang True Qi transformed into countless threads, enveloping Zishu within them and continuously nourishing and repairing his external injuries.

The Great Rejuvenation Pill that Zishu just ate is a top-grade healing pill, with an effect four times that of the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill. Ye Xiruo herself had three pills; she gave one to Xiu Qiyu, used one on Zishu, and still had one left.

As the Qingyang True Qi began to take effect, the medicinal effects of the Great Rejuvenation Pill continuously repaired the internal injuries within Zishu's body.

Zishu's injuries were very serious, with numerous external wounds, depleted mental energy, overdrawn true essence, and shock to his internal organs.

However, Ye Xiruo's treatment was absolutely timely and the most effective.