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

At Xuantian Square, the disciples gasped in surprise when they saw Jian Wushuang discard his sword.

Jian Wushuang, a highly regarded sword cultivator disciple of Wanjian Peak, was initially defeated by the unknown Shen Ming.

There was no element of luck involved; it was purely a contest of skill.

"Who is this disciple?"

The Xuan Tian Sect Leader, Liang Mingxi, also cast a glance at Shen Ming on the battlefield.

"The genius that Elder Transmission has taken in will be personally taught the 'Limitless Divine Skill'," said Vice Sect Leader Ren Fengqi.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the name "Wuji Divine Skill," the sect leader shifted his gaze to the elder who was transmitting the skill.

The Transmission Elder guessed that the Sect Leader probably believed he had obtained a martial arts technique of dubious origin, named it "Limitless Divine Skill," and passed it on to his disciples for testing.

If it's a Heaven-level cultivation technique, this is a matter of utmost importance to the sect, and he should have informed them in advance.

Suddenly, the Transmission Elder felt a familiar sensation in the Sect Leader.

No! You don't think I'm doing this because I want to become the sect leader, do you?

At this moment, the divine senses of the Supreme Realm beings present probed into the Heavenly Demon Battlefield.

It turned out that Shen Ming and Jian Wushuang were talking, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Jian Wushuang said unwillingly.

"The Wuji Sword Technique was personally taught to me by the Transmission Elder," Shen Ming said.

The elder outside, who was transmitting skills, felt a chill run down his spine and immediately noticed Xie Tianjian's unfriendly gaze.

Young Master Jiang, why are you doing this?

It's only because the Elder who passed on his skills remained calm that he was able to keep his composure; otherwise, he would have confronted the situation on the spot.

"Never heard of it," Jian Wushuang said.

"You've definitely never heard of that; I made it up." The Transmission Elder muttered to himself.

"The sword technique that comes with the Wuji Divine Skill was something no one had been able to master before. I am an innate holy body and a Supreme Dao Embryo."

After sheathing his sword, Shen Ming remained straightforward and direct.

When the Transmission Elder heard him say "Innate Sacred Body, Supreme Dao Embryo," he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

“Every day I would spar with my senior brothers and sisters, and through countless exchanges, I entered the state of sword heart clarity.”

Jian Wushuang asked, "How many times a day do you practice your sword?"

"You're the first person I've sparred with," Shen Ming said truthfully.

Jian Wushuang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This guy is deliberately trying to annoy people, isn't he?

"Look over there."

Nidie stepped forward and pointed into the distance.

A dark, heavy cloud mass approached, engulfing the land.

Shen Ming knew that the safe zone was shrinking and it was time to start running from the poison gas.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang said, "Do you see that mountain peak? Look in that direction, there is a stone tablet there with nine sword marks engraved on it. It was left by a top sword cultivator of my Xuantian Sect. With your sword heart clear, it will not be difficult for you to grasp the sword intent."

"Oh?"

Shen Ming looked at him with a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but think of the Reverse Butterfly.

Is it an attempt to exchange information for a chance to avoid being eliminated?

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to be the only one who's going to be unlucky."

Jian Wushuang had no intention of doing so and crushed the wooden plaque that represented his qualification.

Sword cultivators, even in defeat, must lose with dignity!

Instantly, his feet left the ground, and he began to teleport out of the battlefield.

Upon reaching a certain height, Jian Wushuang's body vanished with a 'whoosh' and reappeared in Xuantian Square.

Facing the gazes directed at the loser, Jian Wushuang remained expressionless as he approached Xie Tianjian.

"Peak Master, I have disappointed you," Jian Wushuang said.

"It's not your fault. Some people are cunning and manipulative, and it's impossible to guard against them."

Xie Tianjian spoke with a sarcastic tone, glancing sideways at the elder beside him who was passing on his skills.

The elder who was transmitting the skills pretended not to hear.

Jian Wushuang felt a little better.

"You just lack the raw strength to beat them. You've already done your best," Xie Tianjian said.

"..."

Jian Wushuang understood that telling the truth is the key to a swift strike.

He immediately wanted to return to Wanjian Peak and begin practicing swordsmanship diligently.

But thinking that there was still excitement to be seen, he continued to look up at the battlefield.

He wasn't lying to Shen Ming; there really was a stone tablet on the battlefield.

He didn't say everything; the stone tablet not only had sword marks, but also palm prints and knife edges, all of which contained the essence of martial arts.

Anyone with a bit of ability wouldn't miss out.

Jian Wushuang waited to see how these people would fare against Shen Ming.

It's certainly unpleasant when one person is unlucky, but it's a different story when a group of people are unlucky.

The Transmission Elder steeled himself and approached Xie Tianjian, determined to make things clear.

"No need for further explanation. If you don't have the heart to make Shen Ming a disciple of my Ten Thousand Swords Peak," Xie Tianjian said.

Seeing Shen Ming's performance in actual combat, he wanted this sword cultivation genius more.

The Transmission Elder slapped his thigh and said that transferring Shen Ming to Wanjian Peak was better than a thousand words; he should have thought of this long ago.

"No problem..." The Transmission Elder was about to agree.

"What do you mean no problem? Did you ask for Tongtian Peak's opinion?"

A burly middle-aged man strode over, interrupting the elder who was transmitting the skills.

Luo Tiandu, the peak master of Tongtian Peak.

“Shen Ming is a disciple of my Tongtian Peak.”

Luo Tiandu only learned today that Lingfeng had such a genius, so naturally he wouldn't give him away so easily.

"He's a genius sword cultivator, aren't you afraid of burying his talent?" Xie Tianjian said angrily.

"Before this, didn't he also defeat Jian Wushuang without being trained by Wan Jianfeng?" Luo Tiandu said.

Xie Tianjian snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Luo Tian stood tall and proud, his imposing manner in no way diminished.

"Let's fight! Let's start fighting!" the elder who was passing on his skills muttered to himself.

This way, no one will pay attention to him, and the hatred will be successfully diverted.

……

Demonic battlefield.

Seeing Jian Wushuang eliminated, Ni Die didn't know whether to say she was lucky or unlucky.

Unfortunately, I ran into Shen Ming as soon as I entered.

Luckily, he only took three punches from Shen Ming, which earned him some sympathy.

"Let's go." Shen Ming opened his arms, gesturing for her to take her place.

"Senior brother, carry me on your shoulders," said Ni Die.

It's still a bit uncomfortable to have it tucked under my armpit.

"also."

Shen Ming had no objection.

"Senior brother, you'll definitely encounter situations where you outnumber the enemy on the battlefield. When that happens, I'll try my best to draw fire for you."

Worried that Shen Ming would think she was useless, Ni Die quickly asserted her value.

"Don't worry, you're very useful. I'll bring you to the end. Whether you succeed or not depends on your own fate," Shen Ming said.

Ni Die thought for a moment and understood what Shen Ming meant. She said, "Senior brother, when I encounter someone I dislike, I shout my own name."

"clever."

Shen Ming carried the Reverse Butterfly and ran at full speed toward the location of the stone tablet.

Although Jian Wushuang never defeated him, it doesn't mean his sword intent was weak.

Shen Ming was quite tempted and looked forward to the sword intent he would comprehend.

The stone tablet is still within the circle, just as Jian Wushuang had thought, and many disciples have gathered here.

People keep competing, and people keep getting eliminated.

Strangely, the area where the stone tablet was located was calm and peaceful.

This is because eight disciples from the Divine Forging Peak are keeping the other disciples outside.

The eight disciples were tall and stood straight, like long spears.

Any disciple who approaches will be reprimanded.

If a disciple in the late stage of the Profound Realm arrives, they will say, "No one may disturb Senior Brother Lei before he comprehends the intent."

If it were a disciple, or even a mid-stage disciple, who came, they would say, "Get lost!"