The next moment, Lu Zhaozhao's sword fell, and a loud sound came from both sides.
Jin Ke recalled his heavy sword at the last moment, but he didn't have time to fully activate his defense. After being struck, he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, barely managing to stay upright by holding onto the sword. Cen Jianwen, on the other hand, was not so lucky.
Lu Zhaozhao charged at him with her sword. He was not good at close combat, and he had used up most of his talismans during the previous attacks and obstructions. In the current situation, he had no choice but to take out all the remaining talismans, throwing the offensive ones at Lu Zhaozhao and piling the defensive ones on himself.
Just before the sword fell, Cen Jianwen calculated the possibility of withstanding the blow.
Lu Zhaozhao is in the late stage of Nascent Soul. With his early stage Nascent Soul cultivation and so many talismans, he would at most be seriously injured, but he would still have the power to fight back.
Thinking of this, his gaze became much firmer, and he even thought that Lu Zhaozhao's attack would be the best opportunity for them to counterattack, which made him even more excited.
Seeing his sudden calmness, Lu Zhaozhao guessed what he was thinking. She curled her lips slightly and ignored him as she brought her sword down.
As the sword fell, a deep sense of fear enveloped Cen Jianwen.
This power is something that someone in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm could not possibly unleash.
"you……"
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhaozhao finished for him: "I have already passed the tribulation of lightning, and I am only short of asking the question."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy violently sent Cen Jianwen flying, his ashen face and body being blasted off the stage.
The entire audience was shocked and fell silent.
"She has already reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Bai Yuanzhou, watching the battle, pouted and asked incredulously, his large eyes filled with shock. After all, the Wenrenlu said that Emperor Qinghui, Lu Zhaozhao, had the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage. Therefore, he had prepared to fight based on the late Nascent Soul stage. He had previously thought that Lu Zhaozhao had some different cultivation method, but now he realized that there was a difference in their cultivation levels.
Standing beside him, Bai Yuanshi's eyes quietly fell on the woman in the middle of the field. He could sense that Lu Zhaozhao's cultivation was indeed at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm, but she seemed to be much stronger than an ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Before she stepped down from the arena, the new edition of the Records of Notable Figures was urgently updated. Emperor Huizong of Qing, Lu Zhaozhao, was at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. Wielding a sharp sword, she acted decisively and was exceptionally talented, ranking first alongside Master Bai Yuan of Wenyuan Academy.
On the stage, after dealing with Cen Jianwen, Lu Zhaozhao turned around and raised her sword, pointing it directly at Jin Ke, who was kneeling on one knee.
Jin Ke coughed softly twice, used his arm to lift himself up with the help of the heavy sword, took two unsteady steps to steady himself, and forcefully pulled the sword from the ground, pointing it at Lu Zhaozhao.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Jin Ke calmly. She could tell that the other party was seriously injured and almost unable to fight anymore.
However, Jin Ke gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He struggled to raise the heavy sword in his hand and took a step towards Lu Zhaozhao.
The wind ruffled Lu Zhaozhao's hair, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes. She knew that this battle had to be decided.
Jin Ke gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of strength, and charged at Lu Zhaozhao with his sword. However, his movements had long lost their former agility, and Lu Zhaozhao easily dodged to the side, then thrust her sword out.
Just as Jin Ke was about to launch his final attack, Lu Zhaozhao flashed and appeared behind Jin Ke like a ghost. With a light flick of her sword, Jin Ke's sword flew out of his hand.
Jin Ke knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He knew he had lost, but there was no resentment in his eyes.
Lu Zhaozhao sheathed her sword and looked at the crowd below the stage. Her gaze was firm and confident, as if telling everyone that she was the true strong one.
At the edge of the stage, someone immediately announced Lu Zhaozhao's victory, and cheers and applause erupted around her. Lu Zhaozhao watched all this expressionlessly; she knew she was one step closer to her goal.
She raised her head, gazing towards the Golden Terrace, a resolute glint in her eyes. There, she would face an even greater challenge, and she was ready.
The ringing of the bell at the side of the stage signifies the end of this group's competition and the beginning of the next round.
Lu Zhaozhao stood on the arena, quietly watching the distance.
Before her competition was over, two bells rang in her ears. Now that she had finished, she could find the source of the two bells.
One place is Bai Yuanshi's arena; the other is the mulberry grove where someone suddenly appeared.
"Thump—thump—"
The long, drawn-out bell rang again. Lu Zhaozhao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a female cultivator in a moon-white robe, holding a seven-stringed zither, occupying the arena not far away.
It is a Yaotong tree.
Lu Zhaozhao was not surprised by the result; on the contrary, she was quite happy. It seemed that the winner of each group was the opponent she most wanted to face.
Some people might hope their opponents are as weak as possible, but Lu Zhaozhao is different. She hopes her opponents are among the strongest in this competition, so that she can not only maximize her abilities but also prove that her victory is not just luck!
A disciple led Lu Zhaozhao off the stage, and she slowly left the battle area and headed towards the spectator stands.
Ying Che walked towards her from a great distance and hugged her tightly.
He was so happy that he couldn't speak at all.
Lu Zhaozhao, the victor, instead comforted her senior brother who had already ascended the Golden Terrace.
"Junior Sister is truly farsighted. Coming down the mountain before this competition must have been a stroke of good fortune. If Junior Sister has any further requests, Senior Brother will certainly not stop you!"
Ying Che's eyes welled up with tears, and his moved appearance even made Lu Zhaozhao see a hint of affection in him.
She was so startled that she got goosebumps and quickly declined, saying she was tired and wanted to rest.
Ying Che suddenly realized what was going on and immediately pulled her to sit down at the table to watch the competition.
On her way back, two more teams had their matches decided.
Liao Chou of the Sword Tomb, and Xu Yousi of Wenyuan Academy.
Liao Chou was someone she had met before, as for this Xu Yousi...
"What do you think of this person from the sidelines, senior brother?"
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Ying Che, who pondered for a moment before replying, "The disciples of Wenyuan Academy naturally have extremely solid fundamentals. With his Nascent Soul realm and Wenyuan's unique teachings, he can be considered the best in his group. However, his moves are too rigid. After a few rounds, his opponents can guess his intentions. He's only made it this far because of the suppression of his realm. If it were someone of the same realm, he would probably lose. Instead of paying attention to him, we should pay more attention to Liao Chou from the Sword Tomb. His physique is indeed somewhat special."
Ying Che shook his head as he spoke, and Lu Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, by the way, senior brother, how is junior sister Nian doing?"
Mentioning Nian Zhi, Ying Che's face showed more anxiety. He looked in one direction, where the situation on the arena was extremely dire.
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