Such a chaotic battle is extremely disadvantageous for young cultivators without allies, especially for Ye Hua.
As disciples of the nine major sects, the Four Seasons Sect had a large number of Foundation Establishment disciples participating in the competition, about seven or eight people, while the Quanxiu Sect only had Ye Hua.
Disciples from numerous minor sects and independent cultivators formed a temporary alliance, planning to launch an attack on Ye Hua.
Inside the arena, countless Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were in complete chaos.
In the spectator stands, Grand Elder Ruan Shengtian of the Holy Glory Sect stroked his beard, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the Foundation Establishment stage arena, preparing to stand up.
"Master, the chaotic battle is about to begin. Where are you going?" Ruan Tao asked when she saw Ruan Shengtian get up.
Ruan Shengtian shook his head. "A bunch of Foundation Establishment juniors, nothing to see. Let's go check out the Nascent Soul group. Ran Chunfeng from the Four Seasons Sect is quite strong. Although he is only in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he has an impressive record of defeating a late-Nascent Soul cultivator. With his talent, I'm sure there are no ones under fifty who can match him, right?"
Ruan Tao's lips curled into a strange smile, her face stiff. "Master, why don't you take a closer look? Perhaps someone from today's Foundation Establishment group will bring you a surprise?"
Ruan Shengtian stopped in his tracks.
Suddenly, gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.
Following the gasps of the crowd, Ruan Shengtian looked over and saw Ye Hua alone, holding a long sword, carving out a space in the crowded arena. No one dared to approach him within thirty meters.
"Did you see that? He just repelled seven cultivators of the same level with a single sword strike!"
"I saw it, and he didn't even use any martial arts techniques, just a simple sword strike. My god, that's terrifying!"
On the arena, Ye Hua held his sword in one hand and beckoned to the people around him who were eyeing him covetously with the other.
"Come on, what are you afraid of?" He smiled coldly and smugly at the other cultivators, "I am all alone. If you don't defeat me, you will never win the championship, right?"
The remaining cultivators, who had been huddled together, looked at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and then charged toward Ye Hua together.
Ye Hua's lips curled into a smile.
"Overestimating yourself!"
His longsword condensed spiritual power, and hundreds of flying sword phantoms instantly appeared around him, forming a protective circle.
Su Nian watched this scene and touched her chin.
In his mind, Qian Weiwei said, "To be able to wield sword shadows so skillfully at the Foundation Establishment stage, it seems that even without the help of the Heavenly Dao, he is still an unparalleled genius."
Su Nian continued drinking indifferently, and commented lightly, "So-so."
Qian Weiwei was speechless.
This is considered average?
Even if they are mortal enemies, there's no need to be so stubborn, is there?
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