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

"Ancient King Fist!"

Shen Ming didn't waste any words. Since you're so impolite, then I'm also an expert in martial arts.

Ancient King Fist is straightforward and powerful, with boundless true energy gathering at the tip of the fist, mercilessly tearing through the air.

The female disciple's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly parried.

She had also just entered the battlefield and hadn't found any weapons, so she was empty-handed.

However, this is an advantage for her.

"Return to Heaven Hand!"

This is not one of the nine ultimate skills, but it is still a level-one martial art, which the female disciple has cultivated to perfection.

Overcoming strength with gentleness, turning the tide.

The two men were of the same cultivation level and were both empty-handed, so the female disciple was confident that she could withstand their attacks.

As a result, the moment it touched the fist, the profound mystery of the Limitless True Qi was beyond imagination, and the Reversal Hand technique could not neutralize it at all.

"What kind of true energy is this?!"

The female disciple immediately realized that this was due to the difference in their original true energy.

After one punch, her hands went numb, and her beautiful hair fell loose.

“Senior brother, I mean, I am your father,” the female disciple hurriedly said.

"You've got guts!"

Shen Ming gave a thumbs-up, noting that women rarely displayed such courage.

His response was another punch.

The female disciple couldn't even lift her hands; she could only try her best to dodge the punches, but she was still knocked to the ground.

"Senior brother, my name is Ni Die, Ni as in defying heaven, Die as in butterfly!" The female disciple fell to the ground, her face full of grievance.

Shen Ming stood frozen in place, as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his face filled with disbelief.

You should have said so earlier! This name is just too outrageous!

"Why did your parents give you such a name?" Shen Ming said.

"Senior brother, I am an orphan, without father or mother. The name I gave myself after I could remember was a wish to reverse fate and transform into a butterfly."

In his haste, Ni Die coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"..."

Shen Ming felt guilty for making a disabled person give up their seat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

In the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, each disciple carries a wooden plaque.

By breaking the wooden plaque, the disciple can be eliminated and leave the battlefield.

"You can use your internal energy to heal your wounds here."

Shen Ming felt really bad, so he made an exception and let the other party stay where they were.

He hadn't gone far when he noticed that the reverse butterfly was quietly following behind him.

"What does this mean?" Shen Ming asked, frowning.

"Senior brother, you're so amazing, could you let me follow you for a while?" Ni Die said.

Shen Ming subconsciously thought that even if they survived to the end, they would still have to face a powerful enemy head-on, and doing this was just delaying the inevitable.

But considering that he had punched her twice, causing her to vomit blood, and had also reopened her wounds as an orphan, he acquiesced.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Nidie immediately followed and stood beside him.

“Senior brother, what kind of weapon do you need? I can help you,” said Ni Die.

"Oh?"

"I cultivate the 'Tai Xuan Bing Fa Jue' and can sense weapons."

"The sword," Shen Ming said succinctly.

Then I saw the butterfly look around and point in a direction.

"Are you sure?" Shen Ming asked, his face showing suspicion.

The disciples were randomly assigned to the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, and the area of ​​activity on the battlefield would shrink every hour.

The disciples must seize every second to enter the core area.

The butterfly's pointing direction, however, was outside.

“I’m sure there are some really powerful swords there,” said Nidie with absolute certainty.

Shen Ming was pondering for a short while when an hour had passed.

If you can get a good weapon in advance, you will have a greater advantage when you encounter enemies later.

"How is your movement technique?" Shen Ming asked.

"Top-tier among inner disciples." Ni Die's face was filled with pride.

"Very good, lead the way."

At this point, the butterfly's competitive spirit began to take over.

Shen Ming knocked her to the ground with two punches, which was quite a blow to her.

To gain an edge in movement techniques, he channeled his primordial energy and went at full speed.

She was as swift as the wind; even a divine steed that could travel a thousand miles a day could not catch her.

In just a few minutes, they had already run more than ten miles.

"Senior brother, you need to keep up..."

Ni Die turned around smugly, wanting to show off a few words to Shen Ming.

As a result, he saw Shen Ming following behind him, at a leisurely pace.

"You're a bit slow."

Out of sympathy, Shen Ming tried his best to hide it, but his disgust still showed.

That's considered top-notch movement skill?!

"Time is precious, you should point the way."

As he spoke, Shen Ming picked up the Reverse Butterfly with one hand and tucked it under his arm.

The butterfly tried to resist, only to find that Shen Ming's speed had more than doubled.

The ground seemed to be flowing rapidly like a tide.

She was completely convinced and focused on leading the way.

Ni Die's "Tai Xuan Bing Fa Jue" did indeed come in handy.

The two arrived at a barren, low mountain, with all sorts of weapons stuck in the rocks.

A long sword standing on a blue stone caught Shen Ming's eye.

It is a low-grade spiritual sword, not as good as his Mingxin Sword, but it is the highest grade among all weapons.

Shen Ming walked toward the spirit sword, while Ni Die beside him felt her heart pounding.

The "Tai Xuan Bing Fa Jue" (太玄兵伐诀) can be cultivated to the Supreme Realm, allowing one to forge divine weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks.

At the Innate Third Realm stage, one can enhance their combat power by utilizing military energy.

When Nidie arrived, she didn't expect the mountain to be full of weapons.

This is equivalent to having a continuous source of military strength.

She started to feel confident!

Although it may seem despicable, in the struggle for supremacy, no means are too extreme!

Immediately, Ni Die jumped to a high place and activated the "Tai Xuan Bing Fa Jue".

The weapons on the entire hilltop hummed, and with the added aura of military might, long hair flowed freely, and ordinary faces exuded a dignified air.

"Senior brother..."

Reverse Butterfly doesn't want to launch a sneak attack; it wants to formally declare war.

Coincidentally, Shen Ming drew his sword at the same time.

With a thunderous roar, the sword energy surged like a flood, engulfing the entire mountaintop, and both the man and the sword exuded a chilling aura.

Ni Die immediately realized that the gathered military energy had been completely destroyed by the sword energy.

"What?" Shen Ming asked, holding a sharp sword.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, on winning the sword! I'll celebrate with you!" Ni Die shouted.

"Well, I have a heart."

Shen Ming nodded, and after Ni Die also chose a weapon, the two of them were about to return the way they came.

Unexpectedly, a figure in black blocked their path.

"Put down the sword, and take this sword."

The newcomer also had a sword, but it was only a yellow-grade sword, not as good as the one Shen Ming had.

He ordered Shen Ming to change the sword in an unquestionable tone.

"Why should I?" Shen Ming asked.

"If I don't eliminate you, you'll have one more chance," the newcomer said arrogantly.

"Are you a disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Peak?" Shen Ming asked.

The newcomer snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Sure enough, all sword cultivators are the same," Shen Ming muttered to himself.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's not waste time."

"First come, first served. If you want a sword, go ahead and make your move," Shen Ming said.

"Do you know who I am?" the newcomer asked coldly.

"Who?"

"Wanjian Peak, Jian Wushuang".

The newcomer was none other than the most outstanding inner disciple of Wanjian Peak.

He and Shen Ming were already close by. Jian Wushuang had been searching for a suitable spirit sword, and Shen Ming had come to Mount Ling under the guidance of the Reverse Butterfly.

And so, after going around in circles, the two of them still ended up meeting again.

Shen Ming thought for a moment, then pointed to the reverse butterfly beside him, "Do you know who she is?"

Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow, examining the Reverse Butterfly, but couldn't see anything unusual about it.

Ni Die recognized the sword cultivator disciple and understood what Shen Ming meant.

She hesitated, mainly because she was afraid.

However, Shen Ming's gaze was intense, carrying a sense of urgency.

It's as if it's saying, "If you don't tell me, then don't follow me anymore."

Having no other choice, Ni Die looked at Jian Wushuang, mustered her courage, and shouted, "I am your father!!!"

"..."

Jian Wushuang almost lost his composure as a sword cultivator.