Zhang Qihua looked at the dueling platform with great interest, thinking to herself, "It's just a mere mortal butterfly. Since I can't have it, I'll destroy it."

Murong Yu stood on the dueling platform, his features handsome and sharp, dressed in black, his posture upright.

With composure, he slowly drew the sword from his waist.

This was given to him by his elder brother when he was in the mortal realm.

It was the sharpest sword in the entire dynasty.

He left the sword that had been with him for more than ten years in the dynasty, as a keepsake for his brother.

Murong Yu stroked the sword in his hand, his eyes sharp.

When Li Fei saw the sword that Murong Yu had taken out, he realized it was just an ordinary, common sword.

It was nowhere near as good as the magic sword in his hand, and he burst into laughter.

He sneered, "You think you can fight me with this piece of junk you've got? You're dreaming!"

"If you kneel down and kowtow now, begging our young master for mercy, he might be in a good mood and consider sparing your life, hahaha..."

Murong Yu ignored Li Fei's fierce gaze and arrogant words.

Ordinary swords are certainly no match for magical swords.

Murong Yu hesitated, not about whether or not to fight.

Instead, he was somewhat worried that the sword his brother had given him might be damaged during the duel.

Seemingly sensing his worry, the Golden Dragon Seal flashed and flew out from his chest, transforming into a crimson-gold stream of light to protect the sword.

Upon seeing this, Murong Yu smiled faintly, then looked up at Li Fei opposite him.

When Li Fei saw the ordinary sword in Murong Yu's hand, he wondered why it was instantly covered with a layer of crimson-gold light.

Its power surged instantly, and the pressure emanating from the sword even surpassed that of the magic sword in his hand.

Li Fei was greatly alarmed, fearing that something unforeseen might happen again.

He drew his sword and slashed at Murong Yu.

Murong Yu parried with his sword, the sword energy roared, and the sword shadows flew on the dueling platform.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, exchanging blows.

Murong Yu's ordinary clothes were torn in several places by the attack of the sword energy from both sides.

However, his sword-wielding movements continued unabated, unstoppable and relentless, and he remained completely unaffected.

Murong Yu's eyes were firm, and his whole being was as sharp as a sword, as if he had entered a mysterious state.

He is the sword, and the sword is him; man and sword are one.

A flash of crimson-gold light appeared on the sword, and Murong Yu was also covered with a layer of crimson-gold light membrane.

The sword energy that came from all around could no longer harm his ordinary clothes.

The two exchanged swordplay, engaging in a fierce battle.

The sword tips pierced through the air, weaving between each other, sword shadows flying, sword energy sharp and fierce.

The colors of crimson gold and silver intertwined, and the humming sound of the two swords clashing rose and fell.

The onlookers were thrilled.

Some ordinary people watching from a distance were so intimidated by the intensity of the battle that they involuntarily moved further away from the fighting arena.

Even though there is a barrier protecting the fighting platform, the attack will not affect the area below the platform.

However, they were deeply shocked and filled with awe simply by watching the fight on the fighting stage.

On the rooftops of houses near the dueling arena, two monks stood facing the wind.

Among them, a white-robed cultivator standing with his sword in his arms watched the two fighting on the dueling platform. His gaze fell on Murong Yu, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "What talent!"

The two were none other than Jian Wuqing, the senior disciple of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, and Mo Heyu, the young sect master of the Jing Xian Sect.

Both Jian Wuqing and Jian Wuqing were at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. They met while training outside and became friends after several encounters.

The two met by chance during their training and, noticing the unusual situation on the Western Wilderness Continent, decided to come together.

As soon as I entered the Western Wilderness City, I saw a crowd heading east, so I decided to follow them and take a look.

Jian Wuqing stood with his sword in his arms, dressed in snow-white robes, cold and handsome.

Her silver hair was tied up high, and her whole demeanor was frosty and snowy.

Jian Wuqing, the senior disciple of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, possesses a mutated ice spirit root and is the personal disciple of Xuanxin Sword Venerable, the sect leader of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect.

He formed his core at the age of twenty, entered the Dao of Ruthlessness, and was recognized as the master of the Ruthless Sword, becoming known as the Master of the Ruthless Sword.

Mo Heyu, son of the leader of the secluded sect Jingxian Sect, wore a royal blue robe and had gentle features.

Mo Heyu looked at the tall figure standing beside him with his sword in his arms and asked with a smile, "Wuqing, who do you think will win in this duel between the two of them?"

Jian Wuqing's icy voice rang out: "Xuan Yi."

Mo Heyu glanced at the expressionless face beside her, radiating an icy aura.

He seemed to exude an aura of indifference that said "do not approach".

He thought to himself, "Although I've known Wuqing for quite a while, his cold demeanor still makes me a little uncomfortable."

"No wonder Jian Wuqing, despite his widespread reputation for chivalry, has always been a loner."

"It must be related to his cold and aloof demeanor."

"Only a cultivator with a thick skin like himself could become a familiar face to Jian Wuqing."

Thinking of this, Mo Heyu lowered his head and chuckled softly.

Jian Wuqing looked at the person next to her who was laughing heartily, feeling somewhat puzzled. She glanced at him and then looked away indifferently.

Mo Heyu didn't know how she could see the confusion on Jian Wuqing's expressionless face, and she laughed even more happily.

Jian Wuqing: "..."