The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

As soon as she gripped the kitchen knife with both hands, Shang Jia seemed to awaken some new attribute; her eyes were cold and ruthless, as if nothing in the world could stir her emotions anymore.

Everyone: "No?"

"What's going on?"

"If I remember correctly, this is a sword cultivator competition, right?"

"I don't know why, but Shang Jia's eyes reminded me of my second uncle at the slaughterhouse. He always had this expression when he slaughtered pigs."

Xu Zhuang grinned, "This look is quite impressive."

He drew his natal sword, its hilt blood-red, from which hung a stark white bone.

Xu Zhuang casually stroked the finger bone of the first person I killed. His gaze fell on Shang Jia's delicate, fair hand. "I won't bully you. I only want one of your fingers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the sword tightly and pushed it forward. The sword seemed to come alive and pierced towards her, with a thunderous sound of it cutting through the air in everyone's ears.

Remotely controlling a sword attack requires extremely strong mental strength; even a Golden Core cultivator might not be able to do it well, let alone someone at the Spirit Void stage.

Yi Nong and the others were worried for Shang Jia.

They had been training separately for the past month, so they were unaware of each other's progress and didn't understand why Yun Fuzhao wanted Shang Jia to face Xu Zhuang, whose size alone was twice hers.

Visually, it makes people feel uncertain.

"What are you shaking for?" Yun Fuzhao looked at Yi Nong's legs, which were shaking like a sieve, with amusement. He himself wasn't even this nervous during his own competition.

"Senior Sister Yun, I'm worried," Yi Nong said, her words barely audible. "This is the last match; success or failure hinges on this."

Yun Fuzhao, holding Jiaoyu's head, wasn't worried at all. "Relax, relax, just keep reading."

The longsword on the field relentlessly pursued Shang Jia, clashing with the kitchen knife in her hand with a sharp, piercing sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

Xu Zhuang's sword strikes were fierce and rapid, causing Shang Jia's tiger's mouth to go numb.

Before killing the fish, the most important thing is to stun it.

Shang Jia gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. The longsword came at her again. She knelt down and leaned back to perfectly dodge it. Taking advantage of Xu Zhuang's opening, she leaped up and kicked him hard in the neck.

The latter reacted quickly, dodging her kick, but before he could catch his breath, the hard back of the blade slammed into the back of his head.

This blow made the bear-like man see stars and hear a deafening roar.

At first, Shang Jia used too little force when killing fish and could not stun them. Later, she focused on training her arm strength, and when she did it, she could smash the fish's head to pieces.

This attack successfully ignited Xu Zhuang's anger. While manipulating his sword to attack, he also clenched his fists and smashed them towards her face.

I've long forgotten that I initially said I'd let her use one hand.

The two fought fiercely, their attacks fast and ruthless, the wind whistling through the air.

The crowd's attitude shifted from watching the spectacle to being surprised, and then to staring intently.

Who would have thought that the little girl, who looked like a bean sprout, could be so ruthless and cold when she fought? She didn't have that kind of look in her eyes unless she had taken several lives.

After about an incense stick's time, Shang Jia got annoyed; this fish was just too difficult to kill.

She took a step back, and two kitchen knives spun in her hands. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two knives moved as nimbly as snakes. One knife held back the longsword, while the other, in coordination with Shang Jia, struck Xu Zhuang, causing him to vomit blood.

"Am I seeing things? She's controlling two knives?!"

"Her mental strength is that incredible?!"

"Here it comes, here it comes, the classic scene! Her cultivation level is starting to rise too!"

The petite woman's cultivation level gradually increased, from the early stage of Spirit Realm to the middle stage of Spirit Realm... and then to the Great Perfection of Spirit Realm!

Yu Nian'er stood up in disbelief. This couldn't be!

Hou Feiyu's expression was equally grim.

Yi Nong and the others were greatly shocked. No, it's the same month, so why is she so extraordinary!

The situation suddenly reversed. The composure and calmness that had been in Xu Zhuang's eyes at the beginning were long gone. He was bleeding from all seven orifices and his face was bruised and swollen.

Finally, at some point, Shang Jia punched him in the temple. With a "bang," he collapsed like a mountain and immediately lost consciousness.

Shang Jia withdrew her hand. "The second step is to remove the scales."

She sharpened her knife, ready to pounce on the pigs and sheep.

At this moment, there was no emotion in her eyes, and her heart was colder than a knife.

She stripped Xu Zhuang naked and then sharpened the two kitchen knives together.

Like scraping fish scales, the cleaver scraped Xu Zhuang's back, peeling away chunks of flesh.

During this time, Xu Zhuang was awakened by the pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw his own flesh falling in front of him, and then he closed his eyes again and fainted.

Everyone was terrified.

"Stop her now!"

"Killed!"

Yu Nian'er was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't even utter a sound.

Yun Fuzhao called out, "Shang Jia."

The latter was suddenly awakened, put down the kitchen knife, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She cried as she put the flesh that had been scraped off Xu Zhuang's back back on.

The visuals are so horrifying they'll make your sanity plummet.

Even Yun Fuzhao shuddered; it definitely had the feel of a horror movie.

The inner disciples hurriedly carried Xu Zhuang away, losing flesh along the way.

Yun Fuzhao pulled Shang Jia down.

"Here, have some grapes."

She popped a grape into the mouth of the pale-faced little girl.

The sweet and sour fruit soothed Shang Jia's emotions; though tears still clung to her eyelashes, she stopped crying.

The competition continues, so let's put the bet aside for now.

When it was Yun Fuzhao's turn to choose, the inner disciples all retreated. After these few competitions, their fear of Yun Fuzhao had reached its peak.

To be able to train those outer disciples to be like this, Yun Fuzhao is simply a demon.

The inner disciples all prayed silently, hoping she wouldn't choose them.

Yun Fuzhao's gaze swept over them one by one, but she hadn't decided who to choose yet.

"Yun Fuzhao, I'll fight you."

Hou Feiyu stepped out and stared at her coldly.

"If I remember correctly, you are a direct disciple, right?" Yun Fuzhao pondered, "You were expelled from Ziyang Peak?"

Hou Feiyu choked, then roared furiously, "No! You think everyone is like you?!"

"Then you're not qualified to fight me."

"..."

Hou Feiyu barely suppressed the urge to beat her up. "Don't you like making bets? How about we make a bet?"

"what?"

"If you beat me, you'll enter the inner sect; if you lose, your bet with Nian'er will be canceled."

Yun Fuzhao suddenly realized that this was where he had been waiting for her. "Even if I don't fight you, I can still enter the inner sect. This bet of yours doesn't benefit me at all."

"Then what do you want?"

Yun Fuzhao sized him up. "How about this, if I win, you give me the Myriad Weapons Pavilion token."

The Myriad Weapons Pavilion is the largest weapon collection in the cultivation world. It houses all kinds of weapons.

Yun Fuzhao knew this because Hou Feiyu later gave the token to Yu Nian'er, allowing her to find the Peerless Hidden Arrow there.

Yu Nian'er used this hidden weapon to escape danger several times.

The Myriad Weapons Pavilion only opens once every ten years, and each time only twenty tokens are distributed to random recipients. Even with money, you can't buy a chance to enter.

Yun Fuzhao wanted this simply because he wanted to procure some weapons for Shang Jia and the others.

It doesn't look right for someone to always be carrying around a few broken swords.