I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

Even the other peak masters turned slightly to the side, casting a light glance at him with a faint smile on their lips, as if expecting Zhao Changsheng to make a fool of himself and confirm their previous disparagement of Tongtian Peak.

Zhao Mingyue, the head of Mingyue Peak, gently waved his round fan and chuckled, "Now I can finally see what Ye Xinghe's so-called 'confidence' is. I want to see what tricks Zhao Changsheng can come up with."

The Spirit Sword Peak Master crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "Hmph, no matter how hard he tries, he'll be defeated by the elite of our Divine Medicine Peak. Divine Medicine Peak has a lot of medicinal pills to help it. Zhou Tong, relying solely on the spiritual power accumulated from taking pills, is enough to easily overpower Zhao Changsheng."

Facing the surging malice around him, Zhao Changsheng seemed to be oblivious to it. His expression was as calm as water as he slowly stood up and straightened his clothes.

Ye Xinghe patted his shoulder and whispered, "Changsheng, ignore the looks and gossips of others, calm your mind, the magic weapon in your hand is not to be trifled with, just let it go."

Zhao Changsheng nodded heavily: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

After saying that, he strode towards the arena, holding the magic weapon forged by his master Ye Xinghe with the system reward.

At this moment, Zhou Tong, a disciple of Shen Yao Peak, has also come on stage.

This man was of stout build, with a ruddy complexion, and a faint medicinal fragrance emanating from his body, evidently someone who took elixirs all year round and had tremendous spiritual power.

He crossed his arms and glared at Zhao Changsheng. "Zhao Changsheng, I advise you to be more sensible and admit defeat and step down. This will save you from physical pain, loss of face, and also bring trouble to your master."

However, Zhao Changsheng seemed not to hear the provocative words. He just stood quietly and stroked the sword in his hand. In an instant, the magic weapon sensed the master's intention, and a faint glow flashed as if accumulating strength, causing the people below the stage to exclaim.

Zhao Changsheng raised his eyes, a gleam in his eyes, and said word by word: "Zhou Tong, stop talking nonsense, and show us your true strength!"

After saying that, he took the lead and stomped his foot on the ground. His body shot out like an arrow. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in brilliant light, turning into a sharp sword energy, piercing Zhou Tong's throat!

Zhou Tong initially shouted "a mere trifle", his words full of disdain, and his arrogant look made it seem as if he didn't take Zhao Changsheng seriously at all.

Then he waved his hand, and a black light shot out from behind him and landed steadily in his hand. It turned out to be a majestic mountain axe.

The axe blade was flashing with cold light, and it was obviously a magic weapon of good grade. When Zhou Tong used it, the air around it seemed to be cut by the sharp blade, making a hissing sound.

"Zhao Changsheng, today I will let you see the methods of my Divine Medicine Peak!"

Zhou Tong held the mountain-splitting axe tightly in both hands, and the spiritual power under his feet exploded. The whole person rushed towards Zhao Changsheng like a wild bull. The mountain-splitting axe was raised high and chopped down at Zhao Changsheng's head with great force and power, and before the axe shadow arrived, the sharp wind had already blown Zhao Changsheng's hair into a frenzy.

Zhao Changsheng was not in a hurry.

The magic weapon in his hand trembled slightly, and as if it was in tune with its master's mind, it shone brightly in an instant.

Zhao Changsheng dodged the powerful axe by moving sideways.

He tapped the ground lightly with his feet, used the force to leap up like a swallow, and instantly arrived at Zhou Tong's side.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and a crescent-shaped sword energy flew out of the sword with a sharp whistling sound, directly cutting Zhou Tong's right arm holding the axe.

Zhou Tong also reacted extremely quickly. He suddenly drew back the axe to defend himself, and the axe handle was turned horizontally to accurately block the sword energy.

With a loud "clang" sound, the metal collided and sparks flew, causing the surrounding spiritual power restrictions to flicker violently.

Zhou Tong used the force to turn around, and the mountain-splitting axe drew an arc in the air and swept horizontally towards Zhao Changsheng's waist. The axe blade cut through the air, leaving a series of afterimages and an extremely fierce attack.

Zhao Changsheng leaned back and bent his waist at an incredible angle to narrowly avoid the fierce attack.

Taking advantage of the moment of landing, he knelt on one knee, quickly formed a seal with his left hand, muttered something, and thrust the sword in his right hand into the ground.

In an instant, the ground of the arena shook violently, and spiritual earth spikes rose from the ground like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, stabbing towards Zhou Tong's vital points. For a moment, the scene of flying earth and rocks was spectacular.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly and he stomped his feet on the ground. The spiritual power in his body exploded, forming a layer of spiritual power shield that shattered the earth spikes one after another.

"Hmph, is that all you can do?" Zhou Tong swung the axe again, and his attack became more and more wild.

It was as if a small spiritual storm had been set off on the arena, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. The attack was suppressing Zhao Changsheng to death.

The audience was excited.

"Come on, Zhou Tong! Crush this kid from Tongtian Peak!"

"Let's see how many more moves Zhao Changsheng can hold out. Divine Medicine Peak will definitely win!"

The disciples from various peaks who had been waiting to see the show were now so excited that they were shouting until their voices were almost hoarse.

The heads of the various peaks also stared intently at the battle. The head of the Spirit Sword Peak crossed his arms and sneered, "Zhou Tong really didn't disappoint me. I'm afraid Zhao Changsheng won't be able to withstand this kind of attack."

The Master of Mingyue Peak gently waved his round fan and nodded slightly. "With the heritage of Shenyao Peak and the benefits of this magic weapon, if Zhao Changsheng doesn't have some real skills, he will definitely lose this battle. However, we have to see what tricks Ye Xinghe's apprentice has up his sleeve."

However, Zhao Changsheng, who was in the center of the storm, showed no fear, and the light in his eyes became increasingly fiery.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body circulated frantically along his meridians. The light of the magic weapon in his hand rose again, so bright that it was almost impossible to open his eyes.

"Zhou Tong, it's over!" Zhao Changsheng shouted, and rushed forward like a ghost. The long sword in his hand turned into sword shadows in the sky, like a galaxy pouring back, covering Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong felt a surge of overwhelming force rushing towards him, and a flash of fear flashed across his eyes.

He subconsciously clenched the mountain-splitting axe with both hands, trying to use all his spiritual power to strengthen the defensive spiritual shield on the axe in the hope of blocking the fatal blow.

But it was all in vain.

The sharp sword energy was like an indestructible blade, slashing fiercely on the mountain axe.

There was a loud and crisp "crack" sound, as if thunder exploded in everyone's ears, and the originally thick and hard axe body of the mountain axe suddenly split into two in the middle.

Metal fragments from the broken parts flew everywhere, flashing cold light in the sunlight, just like exploding fireworks.

In an instant, the whole audience fell silent. Everyone stared with wide eyes in shock, their mouths open for several seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a series of deafening exclamations resounded through the sky.

"Oh my god! How is this possible? Zhou Tong's Mountain-Splitting Axe is the magic weapon of Shen Yao Peak, and it was actually split in two like this!"

"What on earth is this weapon in Zhao Changsheng's hand? How can it be so sharp and powerful? Could it be the legendary divine weapon?"

"Now we're going to see some things. We originally thought Zhao Changsheng was bound to lose, but we didn't expect such a reversal. Shen Yao Peak must have miscalculated this time!"