Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 80: Sword Defeats Heroes, Peak Master Invites Him at Night
Inside the Dharma Hall, the dark floor tiles reflected the cold light of the jade pillars, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

Dozens of blue-robed disciples arrived, representing almost half of the core strength of the entire Linglang Cave Heaven.

Senior Brother He, who had once guided Zhao Wuji, and Li Shiyu, who was still a disciple of the Qingyi sect, were also present.

"Woo!" The conch shell blew, signaling the disciples of both sides to enter the arena for their duel.

“Wuji.” In the side hall, Hua Qingshuang’s cold gaze fell on Zhao Wuji, who had gotten up and walked out.

"Act within your means. My senior sister is ruthless."

She paused briefly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, and said, "Regardless of victory or defeat, assist me in breaking through to the next realm at midnight tonight."

Zhao Wuji paused slightly: "What do you mean?"

His eyes widened in surprise as he understood what Peak Master Hua meant.

It seems the Peak Master is going to attempt another breakthrough to the tenth level of Qi Refining tonight.

He was asked to observe from the sidelines, firstly to protect and support him, and secondly to learn some breakthrough experience from him.

Finally, if he loses, Peak Master Hua will not back down to Peak Master Yan, and will personally challenge him to a duel after breaking through.

"The disciple understands."

As Zhao Wuji responded with a smile, he saw a graceful figure standing in the arena. He immediately flicked his sleeves and stepped steadily into the performance arena, calm and composed.

Outside the cave, he killed two cultivators, one of whom was Zuo Zhenzun of the White Bone Sect, a master at the third level of Qi Induction.

His strength and willpower as a martial arts grandmaster allowed him to remain calm and composed in the face of such a battle.

However, in this battle, he could only demonstrate the strength of the second level of Qi Refining, and he could only fight against his opponent using the Profound Ice Sword Technique.

Only in extremely dangerous situations would he quietly use an imperceptible qi-blocking technique to disrupt the opponent's internal energy.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Wuji walk out, many eyes were cast towards him, and discussions arose.

Li Shiyu's beautiful eyes shone with admiration as she looked at the composed Zhao Wuji. Since receiving guidance from Zhao Wuji, she felt that this senior brother was unfathomable.

Although they both entered the immortal sect and she had already reached the first level of Qi Induction, she was clearly inferior to the dazzling Zhao Wuji.

On the other side, the disciples of Crimson Flame Peak looked at each other in bewilderment.

"So it was Junior Brother Zhao who went first?" Fei Yun shook his head and chuckled, "Junior Sister Ge got the advantage."

"It seems that it won't be Senior Brother Fei's turn to take action. Senior Sister Ge is about to complete the task assigned by Master."

"Junior Brother Zhao was lucky; otherwise, if Senior Brother Fei had intervened..."

While the disciples were discussing this, a steward in the arena announced the start of the duel.

After Ge Youming and Zhao Wuji bowed to each other, they had just made a hand seal to summon their magical weapons when, "Clang!" A sword light as white as snow suddenly tore through the air and struck!
With a clang, the sword rang out, its light like a torrential downpour, bursting forth in streaks of silver light that shot towards Ge Youming like silver ribbons.

The sword energy was also wrapped in a bone-chilling cold, like glistening snowflakes, causing the black rock ground of the dueling arena to instantly freeze into white frost.

"The Profound Ice Sword Technique!? And specifically the Profound Ice Rain technique?"

"The Frost Soul Flying Sword?!"

Peak Master Yan Lan slammed his hand on the table, causing the armrest of his chair to shatter with a crack: "Hua Qingshuang actually bestowed this flying sword upon her new disciple? And her sword control technique..."

Master Yan looked astonished, and an uproar broke out in the arena.

Ge Youming's Crimson Flame Shuttle had barely left his hand when it was frozen into an ice block by the rain of swords and crashed to the ground with a clang.

The next instant, the tip of the Cold Soul Sword was already pressed against his brow, frost spreading down his nose, and another half inch would pierce his skull.

The entire audience gasped in astonishment.

"I...I give up."

Ge Youming's pupils dilated violently, and cold sweat on his forehead instantly froze.

She didn't even have time to use any of her tricks!
Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.
The moment the Frost Soul Flying Sword hovered between his brows.

Ordinary disciples only see that the outcome is already decided.

The blue-robed disciples were all horrified. Such skillful sword control was truly the pinnacle of a Qi Refining cultivator in the early stages.

"No wonder Peak Master Hua bestowed the Frost Soul Flying Sword upon him." On the platform, Senior Brother He murmured softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He considered himself a genius, but the gap between him and Junior Brother Zhao was quite large.

"Concession."

Zhao Wuji lightly hooked his sword finger, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword swirled around his side as if it were his own arm, standing tall and imposing.

Only Ge Youming remained standing there, his temples still frosted with age, looking utterly lost and dejected.

The difference in magical power between the third and second levels of Qi Induction is not that significant.

During such periods, the strength of a fighter is often determined by the mastery of magic techniques, the control of magical artifacts, and experience in life-or-death battles.

Zhao Wuji had already reached the pinnacle in all three aspects.

Defeating the enemy with a single sword strike was incredibly easy.

But this sword strike was like a thunderbolt, bringing a great shock to the other disciples in green and blue robes watching the battle. The discussions continued until Ge Youming stepped off the dueling arena.

Fei Yun, who was about to enter the arena as the second person to perform, was now in a dilemma due to shock and apprehension, and was deeply shaken.

Fei Yun was filled with doubt and apprehension, gritting his teeth inwardly. He was of equal cultivation level to Ge Youming, and he knew there was absolutely no way he could defeat a cultivator of the same realm in one move.

"It must be that the power of that Frost Soul Flying Sword is too great! I just need to see through his sword technique and avoid its edge for now."

In a flash, he took a half step back and said to the cultivator beside him, "Junior Brother Liu, why don't you go and test the waters first!"

"Me? Huh?" Liu Qiong was immediately drenched in sweat. His strength was far inferior to that of Senior Sister Ge.

But at this moment, he dared not disobey Senior Brother Fei's orders, so he had no choice but to muster his courage and step forward.

"Zheng——"

Before the sword's cry had faded, a chilling glint had already arrived!
Liu Qiong hurriedly shouted and made a hand seal, and the Fire Serpent Shield Technique was formed, with a blazing fire serpent coiling around it!
"Swoosh!" The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly converged from the icy rain and transformed into a single cold star.

The "Mysterious Ice Flying Rain" sword technique was transformed into the "Dripping Water Wears Away Stone" sword art.

Even the hardest stone can be worn away by dripping water.

This point, with its extremely sharp and cold light, was like an icy needle falling from the sky, instantly piercing through the fire shield.

The tip of the sword, imbued with an intense chill, rested steadily three inches in front of Liu Qiong's throat.

If they advance even half an inch further, blood will splatter five steps ahead!
"Concession."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his sword finger twirling slightly. The Cold Soul Flying Sword moved as if it were his own arm, suddenly turning back.

One sword strike, and another, defeating the enemy!
Sparks from the shattered fire snake drifted across the arena, and the frost that had spread across the ground had not yet faded.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Liu Qiong's Adam's apple bobbed, cold sweat froze, and his mouth and tongue were dry, making him feel utterly ashamed.

In Zhao Wuji's hands, the Frost Soul Flying Sword, combined with the Profound Ice Sword Technique, unleashed a torrential rain of ice, a sky full of ice stars, impossible to defend against. When combined, it was like a meteor falling to earth, breaking through all laws with a single point, invincible in all directions.

This is the ultimate power of the Xuanbing Sword Technique, but it is merely the basic technique of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Sword Arts.

Many of the disciples in blue robes and green gowns watching the battle couldn't help but stand up and watch.

Even the few disciples who were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining held their breath with solemn expressions, their gazes towards Zhao Wuji filled with astonishment.

Rumors had circulated that Zhao Wuji's breakthrough to the second level of Qi Refining in just two months must have been due to the Flower Peak Master's use of numerous pills!

But these two sword strikes today shattered all doubts and revealed the true essence of the art. The subtlety of the sword technique has reached a state of perfection.

In the center of the arena, Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword with his hands behind his back. The Frost Soul Flying Sword circled around him like a cold dragon, recreating the former prestige of the Frost Soul Flying Sword in the hands of Peak Master Hua. Cultivators of the same level could hardly withstand its sharpness!
At this moment, Fei Yun, whose confidence had been completely shattered by the two sword strikes, came to the side of Yan Lan, the master of Crimson Flame Peak, and asked for a solution in dejection.

"Now you know not to underestimate your opponent?"

Although Yan Lan's expression remained calm, a strong ripple of emotion and an even stronger killing intent stirred within her as she looked at Zhao Wuji, who stood motionless in the arena.

If this child is allowed to grow up...

He will surely become a powerful ally of Hua Qingshuang one day, and another candidate for peak master.

The competition for the future leader of the cave will be subject to huge changes.
(End of this chapter)