Shen Yunhao showed no fear whatsoever, instead letting out a loud laugh, "I've been waiting for this sword strike from you!"
Buzz—
At this moment, the Guixue sword in his hand emitted an unprecedented sword cry!
The next second, instead of the usual faint frost patterns appearing, it was—
A layer of extremely refined azure ice crystals instantly covered the entire sword!
The chilling aura on the sword's edge was no longer contained; instead, it transformed into an absolute sharpness that could be seen with the naked eye and distort space! An indescribable, terrifying sword aura, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, soared into the sky!
"That sword intent?!"
On the high platform, the seven sword saints of the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion, who had been sitting as firmly as mountains, were almost simultaneously moved at this moment!
Then the remaining six sword saints all frowned and looked at Ouyang Jingfeng, who was in the lead.
With their level of strength, it's impossible for them not to recognize the ethereal aura emanating from the Guixue Sword...
Facing the gazes of the crowd, Ouyang Jingfeng merely stroked his beard and smiled slightly, "To be able to hide his trump card until now, this child is quite good, suitable to be a disciple of my Sword Pavilion..."
Everyone: "..."
Below the arena, a hint of realization flashed in Ning Yuyao's cool eyes, and for the first time ever, a smile with a touch of pride appeared on her lips.
"I see... No wonder you are... Brother Yunhao..."
"cut!!!"
Shen Yunhao almost ignored the terrifying wound on his waist and abdomen that could be fatal, and ignored the excruciating pain that made his bones feel like they were about to fall apart, pouring all his power into the Guixue Sword covered in ice crystals.
He seemed to merge with the sword, transforming into a streak of desolate, cold light that surged upwards against the current, fiercely slashing at the earth-shattering bronze-red light!
Boom—!!!
Like two stars colliding, a blinding light suddenly erupted in the center of the arena, and a violent surge of sword energy swept outwards like a tangible storm, crashing against the invisible light barrier and emitting a heart-palpitating buzz!
The light faded, and the sword energy vanished.
In the center of the arena, two figures stood back to back.
Shen Yunhao's gray robes were now soaked in blood, staining a large area of the arena beneath his feet.
He bent one knee slightly, relying entirely on the Guixue sword in his hand to support his body and prevent himself from falling.
Despite the excruciating pain from every breath that aggravated his wounds, his strong back remained ramrod straight!
Behind him, Shi Junfei remained in the posture of swinging his sword downwards, the resentment and ferocity on his face gone, replaced by intense shock and disbelief.
The bronze light on the longsword in his hand had completely dimmed, and the tip of the sword drooped limply.
"How could this be... Pfft—!"
Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of scalding blood gushed from Shi Junfei's mouth, spraying onto the ground in front of him like a blood mist.
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body swayed, and he fell heavily onto the ring with a thud, completely losing consciousness.
This is the first time since the start of the third stage that someone has completely lost consciousness in the ring!
Dead silence!
The vast Xuanlei Pavilion fell into a deathly silence!
You could hear a pin drop!
Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene!
Countless gazes, filled with horror, awe, and disbelief, focused on the figure covered in blood, swaying precariously yet still stubbornly standing with his sword.
Faced with the power of a divine artifact... this rogue cultivator... actually won?
"Superman is strong...and wins!"
It was the elder referee who reacted first, his voice trembling slightly, breaking the suffocating silence.
The next moment, a deafening uproar erupted like a tsunami! Exclamations, discussions, gasps, and applause mingled together, almost lifting the dome of the Xuanlei Pavilion!
"Then... what exactly is that?"
"Clearly, the only artifact capable of defeating a divine artifact is another divine artifact!"
"What?! This Superman Strong also possesses a divine artifact? Then why didn't he use it in the previous matches?"
"Nonsense...his previous opponents weren't good enough..."
Huo Qingfeng in the crowd: "..."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No wonder you'd rather have a draw than use the magic weapon. I thought you were worried about being accused of cheating, but I didn't expect... it was all waiting for this! Tsk tsk tsk... amazing!"
Among the Sword Pavilion disciples, only Xiao Luoyang stared blankly at the Guixue Sword in Shen Yunhao's hand for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"In the end... you can't force it..."
Until this moment, he seemed to... also see through Ouyang Jingfeng's thoughts.
Back on the field, the moment he heard the referee's words, Shen Yunhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, everything went black before his eyes, and he collapsed backward...
Just as the referee elder was about to step forward, a white figure rushed onto the stage like lightning and gently caught Shen Yunhao, who was about to fall, in his arms.
With his last moments of lucidity, Shen Yunhao saw Ning Yuyao's eyes filled with heartache and smiled slightly.
"Yao'er...I did it..."
After saying that, he completely lost consciousness!
"This...this..."
Seeing Ning Yuyao rush forward, the most shocked was actually Nie Qingshuang in the sky, "What's going on? Yao'er, she..."
Murong Xi, who had been acting as a peacemaker, suddenly became interested, her eyes shining. "My goodness! This child isn't a couple with Yun'er? Could it be...? Hiss... It's only been a short time since we last met, and they've already caused such a stir?"
Nie Qingshuang instinctively wanted to ask Wen Ruochen, who was standing next to her, but when she turned her head, she remembered that Wen Ruochen had already returned to Tianshan with his disciples.
"Holy crap! No wonder this guy ran so fast!"
Nie Qingshuang was utterly shocked.
"But... how could Yao'er possibly..."
Thinking of this, Nie Qingshuang suddenly paused, "Superhuman strength? Rogue cultivator? Wait a minute!"
Nie Qingshuang squinted at Superman Qiang in the center of the arena, observed for a long time, and finally realized what was going on!
"What kind of bullshit Superman is this! It's clearly that brat. What's going on with the Sword Pavilion? Why would they let someone disguise themselves to participate?"
Hearing this, Murong Xi was also stunned for a moment. After looking at it carefully, she chuckled softly, "Interesting, this is too interesting! Who is wearing a green hat, and who is the little... eh!"
"Shut up!"
"..."
Below, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ning Yuyao picked up Shen Yunhao and carried him horizontally, bowed slightly to the group of bigwigs on the high platform, and slowly walked down the stage.
On the other side, since no other Tai Xuan Dao Sect disciples entered the third stage, only the purple-robed old Daoist above waved his hand to lift the fallen Shi Junfei back to the Tai Xuan Dao Sect's viewing platform.
Surprisingly, even though Shi Junfei lost, the old Taoist priest in purple robes did not show the slightest displeasure.
Instead, he looked coldly at Shen Yunhao, who was being carried off the stage by Ning Yuyao, and gave a sneer that was hard to decipher.
"So this is the kid's doing with the Void Illusion... No wonder he's so arrogant, but..."
"This farce should end now!"
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