Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

"To send a fellow disciple from a fifth-grade sect flying with a single palm strike, he definitely has the strength for a forty-game winning streak, and might even have a sixty-game winning streak."

"It's possible. There's still time to place a bet. Let's go for it!"

"This is definitely a hidden genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect! If he were to draw his sword, he would be terrifying..."

As soon as Ye Wuxi achieved his twentieth consecutive victory, the discussion among the spectators in the stands became even more intense. Those who had been observing and assessing his strength gritted their teeth and rushed forward to place their bets...

Soon, Ye Wuxi on the arena faced a battle against someone of a higher level. However, crossing a level was not too difficult, and it was not uncommon for the martial arts arena to encounter a genius disciple of the corresponding level.

Therefore, Ye Wuxi did not draw his sword, but instead used the power of two more dantians to knock his opponent away with the Falling Flower Palm.

To the astonishment of the audience, Ye Wuxi quickly won forty consecutive matches, seemingly without expending much of his true energy.

Below each of the nine arenas is a management platform, where four managers of the martial arts arena sit. They are responsible for maintaining order in the arena and recording the scores of the defending warriors.

At this moment, on the third management platform, the four managers exchanged glances, and one manager hurriedly left, going straight up to a towering pavilion at the back of the martial arts arena. Standing on the upper floor, one could clearly overlook the battle situation in every area of ​​the entire martial arts arena.

In a secret room on the top floor, an old man with gray hair sat cross-legged on a futon with his eyes slightly closed.

The steward cautiously asked, "Elder Wang, a disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect has appeared in the third region and has won forty consecutive matches. Should we send someone to intercept him?"

The old man opened his eyes, his aura completely calm, yet his eyes seemed to pierce through to the core of one's being. "Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"Indeed, this person is a woman named Ye Wuxi. In the previous forty battles, she did not even draw her sword. I'm afraid the ordinary experts in the martial arts arena could not defeat her..." the manager respectfully reported. If the ordinary experts in the martial arts arena were useful, they would not have come up to ask for instructions.

"Interesting. Let's send Wild Bull out first. If he loses too, I'll ask the direct descendants of the three major families to take action!"

"Yes!" The steward breathed a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew. He was not optimistic about Man Niu, but the three major families had quite a few talented disciples cultivating in various sects. With them taking action, Ye Wuxi's winning streak should come to an end.

On the arena, Ye Wuxi had already won forty-five matches. At this moment, a tall, burly man carrying a huge black ruler landed on the stage. With each step he took, the arena vibrated and hummed.

As the man entered the arena, the crowd in the stands became lively once again.

"With the bull entering the arena, it seems things are about to get heated..."

"Man Niu is a recognized peak Xuanwu level five combatant, and he has defeated quite a few genius disciples from various sects!"

"With the Bull Demon King making a move, Ye Wuxi should be forced to reveal his true strength..."

Man Niu is a member of the martial arts arena, and most people are familiar with him. He helped the martial arts arena end many winning streaks. The martial arts arena did not hide this operation. Those who were defeated could only be said to be inferior in skill and strength, and no one had anything to say about it!

On the arena, the burly man grinned, revealing his large, white teeth, and said to Ye Wuxi, "Hello, my name is Wild Bull."

Ye Wuxi sized up this unusual young man, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Hello!"

This man, known as Wild Bull, possessed an extraordinary aura that was incredibly oppressive. It's no wonder the martial arts arena chose to send him into the ring; just looking at the fluctuations in his blood and qi, it's likely that most people at the same level wouldn't stand a chance against him.

“You’re pretty good, but I’ve ended many people’s winning streaks, and you won’t be an exception, hehe,” Bull said with a silly grin.

Ye Wuxi smiled upon hearing this, "Then make your move and let me see how strong you are."

Upon hearing this, the bull stopped talking and a giant black ruler appeared in his hand. He exuded a terrifying aura, and a wave of energy swept outwards from him.

A giant black ruler, almost as tall as Ye Wuxi, shone brightly. The bull carried the ruler and walked towards Ye Wuxi. With each step, the arena trembled, and each step carried a mountain-like weight as it pressed down on Ye Wuxi.

"This bull is indeed quite strong!"

Ye Wuxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly praised her, saying that the sheer aura emanating from her was enough to crush many people of lower cultivation levels.

To break through his overwhelming momentum, the Falling Flower Palm alone wouldn't suffice. Ye Wuxi flicked his wrist, and the Azure Rainbow Sword appeared in his hand. He uttered a soft shout, "Death Sword!"

In an instant, a sharp black sword aura broke through the powerful momentum emanating from the bull and collided with the giant black ruler, which trembled.

Then, with a loud "bang," the powerful bull was blasted away like the others in a single move.

The bull, who was sent flying off the stage, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He was very confident in his strength and his momentum. Normally, no one could break through that momentum or even get close to him. Now, he had been sent flying by someone who was two realms lower than him. How could this be?

A moment of silence fell over the stands before everyone gasped in astonishment—it was a complete rout!

"My God, the bull was defeated in just one move!"

"Is this the strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples?"

"However, the bull did alright; at least it forced her to draw her sword..."

Ye Wuxi stood there without changing her expression. That aura was indeed very strong, but it was nothing in the eyes of them sword cultivators. The threshold for sword cultivators was to comprehend sword aura. Other martial artists could not break through it, but it was very simple for the disciples of their Heavenly Sword Sect, not to mention that her sword had long been a sword that had reached the level of microscopic insight!

In the pavilion behind the martial arts arena, Elder Wang of the arena stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle between Ye Wuxi and the Wild Bull.

"Elder Wang, what's going on?"

At this moment, several young men in fine robes strolled up together and appeared beside the old man.

“Gentlemen, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect named Ye Wuxi has appeared on the arena. She is very powerful, and even Man Niu has been defeated. Gentlemen, who would be better to make a move? If she continues to win like this, the martial arts arena will lose a lot of money!” Elder Wang nodded slightly to the group and sighed.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Brother Zhou, Brother Tao, aren't you two also in the Heavenly Sword Sect? What's the background of this Ye Wuxi?" The purple-robed youth at the head of the group asked the two boys behind him.

Fang Tao and Hua Zhou's expressions hardened as they looked down. "It really is her?"

This martial arts arena was jointly established by the Hua, Fang, and Wang families, and it is an important source of spirit stones for the clan's disciples. However, although they are direct descendants, they are not the heirs. Their trip down the mountain this time is also to report some things to the clan...