"Kunwu Manor has gone too far, sending these experts to guard the arena. Isn't this a clear indication that they don't want us to get a share of the spoils?"
"Exactly, I didn't expect the Divine Sword Sect to get involved. It's so boring."
"Hmph, I knew I shouldn't have come here."
About half a mile away from Kunwu Manor, there is a rather conspicuous arena, which occupies an area of about fifty meters in diameter. Its material is special, and it is a specially built arena for martial arts competitions.
Its sturdiness and solidity need no further explanation!
Below the arena, all around were densely packed, upside down various weapons, including knives, swords, spears, halberds, and axes.
Mottled and broken, standing upright like a forest, stained dark red with blood, exuding a strong sense of chilling coldness, one can feel the fear just by looking at it!
On the arena, marked with sword and blade marks, stood a cold-looking young man in a white robe.
His face was cold, he held a long sword in both hands, his eyes were full of coldness, and his whole body seemed to exude an icy aura.
In fact, Kunwu Manor has held similar conferences many times. Although each time there may not be pseudo-divine weapons as gifts, there are always some extraordinary spiritual artifacts or treasures, or a chance to forge them as a reward.
Naturally, this attracts many people, and in order to screen people for entry, Kunwu Manor has established rules.
Anyone who comes to the arena must compete with the guards sent by Kunwu Manor before they can enter.
In the past, the people sent out were naturally not very strong, and many martial artists could participate. But this time, a great master whom they dared not even glance at was sent to oversee the operation.
Peng Yang, the Grand Elder of Kunwu Manor, sat leisurely on a high platform, holding a teapot in his hand, seemingly unconcerned about the commotion caused by the martial artists.
Behind him followed several burly guards who stayed close by, and several beautiful maids massaged and rubbed his legs.
This scene resembles an ordinary old wealthy man enjoying his life.
"Hmph, what use is it for the Fan family to come up with this trick?"
Do they really think the Kunwu Manor brand still works?
Peng Yang laughed.
Fan had already anticipated that the Divine Weapon Assembly would be used as a pretext to request support from external forces.
But why not let this conference be held?
This will put those people to rest and also send a signal to the outside world!
Who really calls the shots at Kunwu Manor?
Want to participate in the conference?
It has to be his approval!
"The Fan family members are indeed too rigid. The First Elder was much smarter. He should have cooperated with my Divine Sword Sect earlier. Wouldn't he have risen to prominence much sooner?"
Liu Yifan, the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect, also responded with a smile.
"I just don't know where that idiot went. He's still a potential problem."
Peng Yang found it unbelievable that Fan Fanglin had managed to escape the pursuit after leaving the manor.
"I wonder who that kid found to protect him. Could it be that old codger surnamed Fan is still alive?"
"That's not right. I actually watched him get buried back then."
Peng Yang was completely baffled.
From the day Fan Fanglin secretly slipped away from the manor, he naturally couldn't escape his eyes. He let him slip away and then let him "unfortunately" die outside. After all, if he died inside the manor, it would be a bit troublesome. The fact that the other party dared to go out and seek death was exactly what he wanted.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly sure thing went wrong.
So many experts were chasing them, but they were ambushed instead, and not a single one returned alive.
They sent people to gather information, but they only had a vague understanding of the situation. They only knew that there were flashes of swords in the sky, and the battle ended quickly.
Hearing Peng Yang's concern, Liu Yifan remained calm and simply said softly:
"My junior brother, Gu Han, the Frost Divine Sword, is ranked forty-first on the Earth Ranking. He's more than capable of suppressing these people. Let's just watch the show. We don't know if that mysterious person will actually make a move."
If he makes a move, he'll make sure the guy doesn't leave alive!
After hearing this, Peng Yang also smiled and said:
"Then let's watch a good show!"
The Divine Sword Sect is a first-rate power in Yunzhou. Although it has only been established for less than a hundred years, its strength is incomparably formidable.
The current sect leader is named Liu Yifan. He is a master at the peak of supernatural powers, only one step away from condensing his Dharma form. His physical body is very strong, and his true energy has already transformed. Only his spiritual cultivation is lacking, but this is also the most difficult point. Many martial artists are stuck at this step. Without any opportunities or resources, they can only hone their skills over time.
The white-clad swordsman on the field, Gu Han, was his junior brother. His talent was also exceptional, reaching the ninth level of the Divine Power Realm at a young age. However, he was a bit older and had not yet made it onto the Human Ranking. Nevertheless, his combat record was formidable, surpassing many seniors and placing him among the top ranks of the Earth Ranking.
Its strength is undoubtedly unquestionable.
They are far superior to those so-called evil masters. Martial artists from evil sects usually take some unorthodox methods to improve their cultivation. They can only wait to die in the Divine Power Realm for their entire lives, and the divine powers they condense are all second-rate.
Their foundation is weak and their skills are rudimentary. They usually can only rely on their cultivation to bully the weak, and they usually avoid ruthless people.
Liu Yifan naturally looked down on these people, and he didn't care whether they lived or died.
"Um?"
Liu Yifan possessed extraordinary strength, and his ability to detect auras was naturally quite accurate. With a flash of his eyes, he detected an extremely powerful aura in the crowd.
"This person's aura, how do I feel..."
Liu Yifan was surprised. This wisp of aura was quite strange, ethereal and difficult to grasp, yet he could sense its unfathomable depth.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a man dressed in blue, unarmed, stepped onto the arena.
"Oh? To have reached the Divine Power Realm at such a young age, you've got some skill!"
On stage, Gu Han's eyes lit up, a fighting spirit emerging, and his icy face gained a bit of vitality.
Cold fronts swept in from all directions, crashing like waves against the shore, making the already chilly weather even colder.
The sword named "Azure Frost" also emitted a sword cry, its sword intent surging forth.
The celestial phenomena within a hundred paces radius changed, something that ordinary cultivators in the Divine Power Realm could not accomplish. Gu Han was only able to do so because of his extremely profound cultivation.
"Junior Brother Gu's cultivation seems to have deepened again; his Ice Absolute True Qi has already transformed into True Essence."
Liu Yifan's eyes narrowed, filled with surprise.
"What is the background of that young man in blue? He also seems to be a master of the Divine Power Realm. Could he be the reinforcements that young man found?"
Peng Yang's face showed surprise, and he felt a little jealous.
Although he has a talent for forging, he is only average in martial arts cultivation. Even with a lot of resources, he can only reach the Refining God Grandmaster realm.
Even those at the Divine Power Realm don't have much hope, let alone the Martial Saint. Their lifespans are ultimately short, and they won't be able to enjoy their blessings for long!
On the arena, Li Ming sized up the gatekeeper.
Who is the gatekeeper?
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