The Golden Terrace is right in front of us.
Only Lu Zhaozhao and Bai Yuanshi were standing in front of the stage.
"With this schedule, I thought we wouldn't be facing each other."
Bai Yuanshi seemed to sense something. He saw a stone tablet not far away that said only one person could climb up the platform at a time. This meant that the two of them had to decide a winner.
Lu Zhaozhao initially thought so too, but two people passed the trial this time.
"Let's settle this right here."
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Bai Yuanshi. The two were undoubtedly the leaders of the younger generation in the cultivation world, but they had never fought each other, so the outside world could not determine who was stronger.
Neither of them wanted to be second to anyone else, and they had both imagined this competition many times in their minds. Now, the opportunity had truly presented itself to them.
At the same time, Lu Zhaozhao drew her sword, Niye, and Bai Yuanshi took out his bamboo tube.
This place is isolated from the outside world, so you can freely display any moves you don't want others to see.
With a soft recitation of the "Formless Technique," Lu Zhaozhao's aura surged, almost reaching the point of leaving her body.
Bai Yuanshi also cast a spell, which Lu Zhaozhao did not recognize. It must be a secret technique of Wenyuan Academy that was not passed on to outsiders. At this moment, his cultivation also reached the stage of leaving the body.
The fact that two people at the Nascent Soul stage possessed the power to leave their physical body attracted bursts of thunderclouds.
"This is?"
Qingsongzi squinted at the dense dark clouds.
Bai Yuanshi's cultivation should have reached the Nascent Soul stage long ago, but the strict rules of this competition forced him to suppress his realm and control it at the Nascent Soul stage.
At this moment, he completely released his power, causing Qing Songzi to frown. It seemed that the situation above was not optimistic.
Suddenly, he remembered the lightning tribulation that had attracted the attention of everyone in the cultivation world on the eve of the Golden Palace Banquet.
That lightning tribulation was a once-in-a-century event. While it might be somewhat arbitrary to judge talent solely based on this, anyone capable of attracting such a tribulation must be extraordinary.
I had only heard that Lu Zhaozhao, the wife of Emperor Huizong of Qing, was talented but lacked in character. Now it seems that this is not the case.
Niye and Yunguan struck each other in the most primitive way, and with each collision, the impact of their true energy caused the space to distort.
After a collision, both of them retreated.
Lu Zhaozhao's lips moved slightly, and her hands formed a complex hand seal. Suddenly, countless ice swords appeared in the air and shot towards Bai Yuanshi like raindrops.
Not to be outdone, Bai Yuanshi drew a talisman in mid-air, and a golden talisman instantly appeared. He clasped his hands together, and a faint golden light surged around him, forming a sturdy defensive shield that blocked the ice sword's attack.
With a flick of his wrist, palm facing upwards, a powerful suction force gathered the surrounding spiritual energy, forming a massive vortex. Bai Yuanshi waved his hand, and lightning from the thunderclouds descended from the sky, striking towards Lu Zhaozhao. Simultaneously, the vortex increased the pressure on her, causing her attacks to dissipate within its confines.
Lu Zhaozhao retreated rapidly, dodging the lightning attack with a swift movement. At the same time, she gripped her sword in reverse and unleashed a sword aura that shot towards Bai Yuanshi.
The clanging of the sword rang out, and the blinding blade forced back a large area of the surrounding vortex.
The sword's momentum rises, the sword's move falls.
The surging internal force contained within the sword blade, carrying a desolate and sharp aura as it pierced through the air.
Bai Yuanshi felt a bone-chilling cold assail him, as if his body were frozen by frost.
Under the fierce attack, cracks gradually appeared in the defensive shield. Lu Zhaozhao pressed her advantage and launched an attack, a sharp sword aura piercing towards Bai Yuanshi's neck.
At this critical moment, Bai Yuanshi did the opposite, and a bloody gash appeared on his neck, while his figure was extremely close to Lu Zhaozhao.
A palm strike landed on Lu Zhaozhao's chest.
A metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and Lu Zhaozhao groaned as she was sent flying backward.
Bai Yuanshi moved with lightning speed, leaping and bounding like a fleeting shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Lu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, her feet planted firmly, her body light as a feather, and she leaped into the air, performing several somersaults before landing steadily, retrieving Ni Ye from her grasp.
Before she could catch her breath, Bai Yuanshi was in front of her again, his bamboo flute thrusting straight at her.
Lu Zhaozhao kicked the attacker hard in the chest, blocking his attack. Then, she suddenly spun around and swept her leg horizontally, forcing the man back.
With a single palm strike, Bai Yuanshi gripped her arm tightly, as firmly as an iron clamp. He exerted force with one hand, his knuckles digging deep into Lu Zhaozhao's sleeve.
Like a gecko shedding its tail, Lu Zhaozhao's wrist twisted at a frightening angle, breaking free from Bai Yuanshi's control.
With his other hand, he thrust the sword forward.
First, the sword is held upright, then leveled, the tip held at shoulder height, and then thrust out! Then, the sword flashes, the sword is raised…
Just like when she first learned the sword intent, Lu Zhaozhao recreated the process.
This is not night, this is not moonlit, but it is in my heart, so why do I need external things?
The moonlight shone brightly, cascading down the lake for miles. The dancers of Ni Ye, moving gracefully in the water, resembled an ink wash painting. The complex sword techniques unleashed sword energy like a continuous, rosy cloud, blurring the lines between sword shadow and moonlight. The splashes of water stirred up by the sweeping sword were instantly broken apart, and the overlapping sword intents lightly grazed the stubborn rocks, reverberating across the lake's surface. Dust billowed and pebbles scattered everywhere.
Scenes from several years ago unfolded one by one. Bai Yuanshi was momentarily distracted, and the sword energy had already taken shape.
At this moment, it was not Lu Zhaozhao who was wielding the sword, but the Reverse Karma Sword that was carrying her. It moved freely and spontaneously, with countless sword energies scattering across the Myriad Rivers and Moon Shadows before converging on the Reverse Karma Sword and forming a single sword.
Bai Yuanshi was greatly shocked, but also secretly looked forward to it.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
With two fingers of the left hand together, stroke across the surface of the bamboo tube.
The writing changed from gold to black ink, and everything was almost exactly the same as the scene back then.
On the ruler, the characters that had originally appeared moved strangely with his finger, and in no time, three layers of ink characters swirled around him.
The Ink Ruler and the Hidden Sword, the Bamboo Flute and the Reverse Karma, Bai Yuanshi and Lu Zhaozhao—the two unleashed their strongest attack on the Minghai Sea years ago, and now, before the Golden Platform, they face off once again in the same manner.
"boom--"
The deafening sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The familiar feeling made the reclusive Master Bu Lu raise his head.
Time flies, but he still remembers the scene of bringing Master Bai Yuan down the mountain that year.
The fateful entanglement between two of the most outstanding young people in the cultivation world may have begun from the moment they met.
He sighed softly and looked at the divination results in front of him.
The Unruly Immortal's algorithms are incredibly advanced; he only performs calculations when he senses something unusual. Countless calculations in the past have allowed him to lead the cultivation world to avoid countless risks, but this time is different.
Extremely unlucky; there is no way to avoid it.
He shook his head, put away the things in front of him, and stood up. At the very least, he had to ensure that the banquet could end successfully.
Before the Golden Platform, Lu Zhaozhao and Bai Yuanshi were not in good condition. Not only had they exhausted themselves to use their strongest moves, but they had also withstood the opponent's attacks. At this moment, they had no choice but to bend over amidst the explosions.
With her sword thrust into the ground and her left hand gripping the blade while her right hand braced against the earth, Lu Zhaozhao tried twice but couldn't stand up. She remained kneeling, the hairpin she used to tie her hair off, and her black hair fluttered in the wind, a few strands falling in front of her.
Bai Yuanshi was also clutching his chest, leaning against the stone tablet and panting heavily.
No matter how severe the external injuries are, they are not as tormenting as the internal injuries. He was in excruciating pain in his heart and lungs. He barely opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhaozhao not far away. The two of them were covered in dust and dirt and were momentarily paralyzed.
No one expected that these two would go crazy like they had no regard for their lives.
And now, an even more reckless situation has emerged.
Lu Zhaozhao yanked the sword out of the ground and slashed it hard on her arm, drawing blood.
The hidden light of rebellion was activated, and this murderous sword drew blood, meaning that it must be fed from now on, otherwise it would be difficult to put it back in its sheath.
Bai Yuanshi frowned, and with all his might, he picked up the bamboo tube. There was a noticeable crack on the ink ruler.
Liao Chou probably never imagined that the reason he couldn't control the bamboo tube wasn't because the weapon was powerful or Bai Yuanshi's cultivation was profound, but simply because it was just ordinary black jade that Bai Yuanshi had ground into a weapon.
Ordinary objects lack sentience, so their owners cannot activate them.
"Old man, we'll have to rely on you this time."
He chuckled softly and, in sync with Lu Zhaozhao, threw his weapon out.
The sword and ruler collided in mid-air, causing another earthquake.
A cracking sound rang out; the ink ruler ultimately couldn't hold on any longer, or perhaps, as an ordinary tool, this was already its limit.
In short, Niye shattered the bamboo tube and stabbed it towards Bai Yuanshi.
Having lost the ability to dodge, Bai Yuanshi was stabbed, let out a muffled groan, and finally lost his last bit of strength.
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