I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Song Wanjian had a well-proportioned figure and outstanding appearance. His eyes and brows had a coldness unique to sword cultivators, and the corners of his eyes turned upwards.

“Three swords, if you don’t die, leave,” Song Wanjian said.

If Ji Jiu hadn't been the only one beside him, Shen Ming wouldn't have been sure that these words were spoken to him.

When Song Wanjian speaks, he doesn't look at people; he turns his body to the side and raises his chin.

"Okay," Shen Ming agreed.

Outside, seeing the two people facing off, everyone became restless.

The Northern Region Supreme Ranking has reopened, with no restrictions on origin or age, attracting geniuses from other regions to compete for the ranking.

The most representative among them are the Central Region's prodigies, led by Song Wanjian.

The top ten on the Supreme Ranking receive generous rewards, therefore, the top ten on the Central Region Ranking did not set off.

Song Wanjian, ranked eleventh, can be considered the strongest. As the saying goes, "Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix," his goal is to be number one on the Northern Region Supreme Ranking.

He reached the half-step Dominator Realm and the Earth Sword Realm, received the true teachings of the Black and White Academy, and mastered the Taiji Divine Demon Diagram.

Their strength should not be underestimated.

"Song Wanjian said he would let Shen Ming take three of his sword strikes!"

The conversation inside the shrine cannot be heard from outside, but among so many people, there are those who can read lips.

They saw Shen Ming and Song Wanjian standing facing each other in the Divine Palace.

Zhu Yuanbing relaxed; she was unwilling to believe that Shen Ming and Song Wanjian would face off in such a fierce battle.

The three-move agreement suddenly seems much more reasonable.

Inside the divine palace, Shen Ming's mind stirred, and golden flying swords flashed around him, their sword energy about to burst forth.

Ji Jiu and Song Wanjian were taken aback; Shen Ming's posture didn't seem like he was going to take the attack.

"Huh? Didn't you say you could survive three of my sword strikes?"

Shen Ming noticed their reaction and looked puzzled.

"..."

Looking at his serious expression, Ji Jiu really couldn't tell whether he was doing it on purpose or genuinely sincere.

"I'll take three of your sword strikes?" Song Wanjian said, no longer stuttering.

He's ranked eleventh on the Supreme List. No one who heard what he just said would think that way.

However, Shen Ming is no ordinary person.

Before the Great Calamity of Wind and Fire, he had fought against the Heavenly Supreme and even defeated outstanding figures like the Buddha's Son, so he naturally did not think he was inferior to his opponent.

"The outcome will be decided in three moves."

Finally, it was Ji Jiu who spoke.

Song Wanjian narrowed his eyes, able to sense the surging sword intent beneath the calm surface.

He made the first move, pointing out with one finger, and two chess pieces, one black and one white, spun in the air, forming a yin-yang pattern.

"Tai Chi Divine Demon Diagram!"

The pattern isn't very large, but once you take a look, your eyes will be captivated by it.

Then, a terrifying aura began to brew between black and white. As soon as it leaked out, one could feel the wailing of ghosts and the apocalyptic atmosphere enveloping everything.

Shen Ming's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw two tall and imposing figures in the black and white outline.

The figure was sacred and noble, and the majesty it exuded could make all living beings submit.

A towering, menacing figure stood there, his cold gaze capable of freezing the heavens and earth.

Two figures were reflected in Shen Ming's eyes and penetrated his mind, threatening to split his soul in two.

"Song Wanjian is avenging his sister!"

Even if Shen Ming doesn't die, his mind will be in complete chaos, and his martial arts and swordsmanship will plummet.

"The phenomenon that attacks the soul, ignoring all defenses, is indeed ferocious."

Unexpectedly, Shen Ming, who looked dazed, commented and a smile appeared on his lips.

With each blink of its eyes, gods and demons vanished.

"The innate sacred body and Dao embryo are fearless of any unusual phenomena."

"Ancient King Fist!"

As he spoke, Shen Ming threw a punch, which emitted a dazzling golden light that pierced through the Tai Chi Divine Demon Diagram.

The fist struck Song Wanjian with the force of a mountain.

The Ancient King Fist can concentrate all power, and Shen Ming will use it to measure the killing power of his current normal attacks.

Song Wanjian hadn't expected this. The instantaneous punch left him no time to retaliate, so he could only transform the black and white sword energy into protective qi.

The fist struck the black and white protective aura, causing the two colors to mix together, and Song Wanjian retreated two and a half steps.

In the first round, Shen Ming gained the upper hand.

Ji Jiu found himself unsurprised by this illogical outcome; this prodigy from the Northern Region possessed a magical power.

However, those people outside were almost insane, especially the cultivators from the Central Region.

Qin Hao, who had suffered greatly in the Tai Chi Divine Demon Diagram before, frowned. He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

Lin Yicai of Tianshan Academy silently walked away from Li Miaozhen.

He was naturally attracted by her beauty and wanted to see if he could steal her away.

Although the two divine sons of the Northern Region are outstanding, they have not yet fully matured, so he has a chance.

This scene shattered his illusions.

If he doesn't leave now, Shen Ming might come out and punch him if he sees him.

Li Miaozhen smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling.

This is the path she chose!

An indescribable sense of accomplishment filled my heart.

Inside the Divine Palace, Shen Ming did not press his advantage, as the battle had been fought in rounds. He walked back to his original spot, lost in thought.

"A normal attack can barely hurt a half-step Dominator, that's fine," he muttered to himself.

What do you mean by "okay"?

Song Wanjian didn't even know who had the higher cultivation level.

He quickly calmed down. The main reason for his earlier failure was that Shen Ming was able to control the strange phenomena.

It doesn't mean he's really inferior to the other person.

"Round Two."

Ji Jiu is now only thinking about ending this as soon as possible.

This time, Song Wanjian learned from his mistakes and directly confronted his opponent.

A natal sword of comparable quality to the Mingxin Sword Pill appeared out of thin air, its blade also in black and white tones, achieving a perfect harmonious proportion.

Song Wanjian unleashed his strongest sword technique, the sword light emanating from his black and white flying swords so real that it filled every corner.

The world Shen Ming lived in turned into black and white.

As the black and white flying swords were unleashed, the world spun and the universe turned upside down.

This sword strike was akin to a supernatural technique, a pure manifestation of the primordial fire.

Most people in such a situation would struggle to maintain their balance, let alone resist.

Shen Ming remained unaffected; the sky turned but his heart did not, the earth shook but his heart remained unmoved, and his eyes were clear.

"Wind and thunder stir, sword formation rises!"

Faced with the black and white flying swords, Mingxin Flying Sword refused to be outdone and unleashed the Thunder Sword Formation.

The Thunder Sword Formation is the culmination of generations of hard work by the Sword Forging Manor and represents the highest level of sword formations in the Northern Region.

In the black and white chessboard just now, Shen Ming directly refined the sword imprint, mastered the sword formation, and broke through to the Earth Sword Realm.

As soon as the sword formation began, countless sharp swords, carrying lightning, flew across the sky like a raging storm.

At first glance, Song Wanjian seemed to be facing a tribulation at the half-step Dominator realm.

One sword against ten thousand, the black and white flying swords clanging and jingling, like a great general charging into battle.

However, under the sword formation, the power of the black and white swords gradually diminished, and they began to show signs of fatigue.

The sword formation was still changing, like thunder gathering power in dark clouds, about to unleash its strongest attack at the final moment.

"Yin and Yang are reversed, the sword reigns supreme over heaven and earth!"

Song Wanjian did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He changed his sword style, and the black and white flying swords transformed into round sword pellets within the sword formation, which devoured the sword formation like a black hole!