Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Bei Menjue sighed, thinking that the imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty was truly outrageous.

An old man who likes to extort money from people.

An emperor who relentlessly exploits his subordinates.

The gambling king.

What kind of weirdos are these?

There's also the princess with double standards.

Beimen Jue watched as Li Junsu kneaded and squeezed the ox, which was still giggling foolishly.

He thought about what Xing Sha had just said about the ruthless person who almost bit off Li Jing's finger, and shook his head.

Just as Beimen Jue was feeling sentimental, the sword light fell from the sky, and the moonlight shone.

Meng Yueshang made her entrance with Shuangyuefeng.

As Meng Yueshang arrived, He Wei and Qing Fan followed closely behind.

Five swordsmen, two Buddhas, and three Daoist sects have all arrived.

"Everyone's here. Now, let's warm up." The emperor adjusted his tone and gave the order once he saw that everyone had arrived.

Li Jing and Li Yuan exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked away.

Watching the play is the most important thing.

Xing Sha quickly stood up, and Yan Gui and He Ning, who were watching the show, also stopped watching.

"Warm-up?" Tianlong Staff was the first to ask.

“Yes, it would be a waste of time for the heavenly soldiers to truly determine a winner,” Xing Sha explained.

The spirit soldiers on the field all nodded in agreement. Indeed, they wouldn't die unless they self-destructed.

To truly destroy a celestial weapon, one must be two to three orders of magnitude higher than the opponent.

Even the weakest of the Wanqing Swords, only the Donghuang Bell could destroy her intelligence and physical form.

Moreover, Wan Qingjian knew she couldn't win and was determined to run away, so chasing her would waste a lot of her energy.

"Therefore, this competition is divided into a warm-up and a match."

"Warm-up is all you can do however you want, but each match is limited to one incense stick's time."

"The warm-up will last for half an hour. After half an hour, the match will begin."

"As for the duel, you can challenge anyone, but you only have one chance, and the moves are limited to thirty moves. If it is a draw, then the Wujing Immortal Master, the Palace Master of the North Gate, and the God of War, these Martial Venerables will vote to determine the winner based on the depth of their artistic conception, and the winner will be ranked higher."

"The winner can continue to challenge, and the loser is disqualified."

"If the martial masters get itchy, they can also go down and have a go."

After explaining the punishment and evil spirits, he looked at the emperor in the main seat.

"Ahem, this year's Heavenly Ranking is from eleventh to twentieth. The first place winner will receive the plaque of the Great Qian's Number One Soldier. At the same time, I will announce it to the world."

"Both of you can receive the plaque of the strong and the lonely, which will be proclaimed to the world."

"Those who rank last will receive a plaque proclaiming their unparalleled skill, which will also be announced to the world."

The emperor cleared his throat and spoke slowly.

There must be rewards for the competition. The emperor and his court officials discussed it for a long time and decided that the power could not be given to the heavenly soldiers.

Unless they come to be worshipped.

They weren't interested in money either; to put it bluntly, the Heavenly Soldiers themselves were a treasure.

Even someone as weak as Wan Qingjian would be treated like royalty by any second-rate power.

This final name... is what they wanted.

They even started fighting because of their reputation.

The emperor thought to himself, "Do I want to show off?"

Is the number one soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty impressive enough?

As soon as he finished speaking, even the usually composed Donghuang Zhong suddenly stood up.

The spirit of the soldier is immortal. If, hundreds of years later, someone points to this plaque proclaiming him the number one soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty, wouldn't that be incredibly prestigious?

This is like having a separate page for you in the family genealogy.

When your child grows up and points to this page, seeing the look of admiration in their eyes, the sense of accomplishment will be immense...

Even many years later, descendants will still worship you.

"Let's begin," Vajra said, clapping his hands.

She had no interest in showing off, but this plaque was of great use to the Vajra Temple.

"Make sure you get first place, I fully support you," Liao Hui also transmitted to the Demon Suppression Tower.

This is very useful for enhancing prestige.

The number one soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty has a great reputation, which is of great use in recruiting geniuses.

"If we fail, we can't let Vajra Temple get it," Liaohui thought to himself.

If Vajra Temple gets its hands on this plaque, it will truly be a major threat.

The smaller temples below, already restless, might openly take sides.

Such a small matter could lead to an internal conflict within the Buddhist community.

High risk, high reward.

Shaolin must win.

"They've taken the bait." The emperor, noticing the ripples in Hui's eyes, leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

He wanted to take a good look at the underlying strength of the Taoist and Buddhist forces.

"You three against the three of us, you won't back down, will you?" Tianlong Staff stepped forward and challenged Donghuang Bell.

The Seven Stars and the Supreme Yang Sword behind the Eastern Emperor Bell stood up.

The vajra and the pure relic also stood up.

"Three against three?" Vajra asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, many hands make light work.” The Heavenly Dragon Staff came to its senses, remembering the Jade Emperor’s words.

"Chunying, if you keep acting silly, I'll tear you apart." The Heavenly Dragon Staff seemed to remember something, and called out the name of the Pure Relic, its tone becoming serious.

"I still want to be the number one soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty, to test their abilities." The Pure Relic also became serious.

"The first battle: the three Buddhist patriarchs' army against the three Taoist patriarchs' army."

Bei Menjue's voice rang out, and then he reached out his hand.

On the other side, Yun Wujing also stretched out his hand, and the black and white forces clashed.

A half-black, half-white arena appeared, and terrifying power instantly filled the entire training ground.

"Bei Men Jue is far inferior to Yun Wu Jing. How much are you now inferior to Bei Men Jue?" Jian Chan narrowed her eyes as she felt the terrifying power of the arena.

“I’m 30% worse than him.” Li Su frowned. After Bei Men Juehe Dao, his horizons had broadened considerably.

A broader perspective can influence one's understanding of the world.

Reverence for Heaven and Earth, return to your true self, start anew, repeat the cycle until transcendence.

Bei Menjue completed this martial arts cycle.

While they were talking, the Heavenly Dragon Staff had already entered the arena.

The vajra and the pure relic also stepped into the arena.

The three patriarchs of the Daoist sect stood calmly on the other side.

"Let me see what you're capable of," said the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the bell rang.

The aura emanating from the Seven Star Fiend and the Supreme Yang Sword also rose in layers, and then the starlight in the sky shone brightly, and a red star appeared.

A burst of malevolent energy erupted, and the Seven Stars Demon's jet-black hair turned snow-white.

Then, the image of the monk's skeleton appeared.

The monks' souls frantically pleaded to escape.

With Greedy Wolf as the main force, Jade Balance as the secondary force, Shaking Light as the tail, and Star Chart as the base decoration, the token refined by Killing Star is still missing to block this group of Buddha-demons.

A wail erupted, and the token slowly vanished.

Seven Stars Curse, Seven Curse Order.

"You're a Dao soldier?!" Tianlong Staff swallowed hard as he looked at the Seven Star Fiend's aura.

"You're a demon soldier, aren't you?" Even the Pure Relic felt a chill run down its spine.

Only the vajra remained calm.

This is the Northern Emperor's Vein.

He was harsh on himself and even more ruthless to his enemies.

"What's there to talk about with a Buddha-demon?" Seven Star Fiend chuckled and looked at Hui Shiyu.

The pure yang energy dispelled the evil influences, and the sun returned to the world.

The golden crow cries out, and a majestic and righteous aura envelops the arena.

The long sword in Zhiyang Jian's hand appeared. On the somewhat simple Dao sword, only the Dao patterns of the sun slowly and firmly glowed.

"Two Dao weapons, only slightly weaker than yours." Li Su looked at Jian Chan and smiled.

"It's clearly 30% too, okay?!" Jian Chan was furious.

Before the atmosphere on the field had even subsided, the Great Thunder Temple appeared.

Then the main hall opened wide, and the Buddha, who was sitting on the altar, opened his eyes, and the vajra in his hand shone with golden light.

The evil spirits vanished, and the demons were terrified.

Golden light shone brightly from the vajra's eye, emanating a powerful Buddhist aura.

On the other side, Maitreya, the savior, sat on a lotus platform, a smile playing on his lips, the pure relic in his hand shining brightly.

The demon was bathed in golden light and turned to ashes, disappearing without a trace.

Good people are bathed in golden light and become young again.

“It’s our turn now.” The Heavenly Dragon Staff looked at the Eastern Emperor Bell and shrugged.

The Heavenly Dragon Staff is the strongest of the three ancestral weapons of Buddhism, but its temperament is actually the best among them.

"Please." Donghuang Zhong crossed his arms and smiled.

The manifestation of artistic conception signifies the beginning of the use of power.

"You really want to see this? Or should we call it a day?" The Heavenly Dragon Staff suddenly seemed to remember something and took two steps back.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone staring at the Heavenly Dragon Staff with strange looks.

The vajra and the pure relic looked on in disbelief.

They've gotten serious, and you're saying we should just let it go?

"Don't force me to curse you." The pure relic's words were concise and to the point.

"Are you sick?" Donghuang Zhong asked, looking at the Heavenly Dragon Staff in surprise.

"What's going on?" Bai Xingling was also somewhat surprised.

“The Jade Emperor,” Li Junsu said succinctly.

He could sense that the Heavenly Dragon Staff contained the Jade Emperor's Daoist aura.

It seems the essence of the Heavenly Dragon Staff has long since changed.

"When I get serious, you'll all have to call me 'sister'." These were the words she uttered in a defiant, reckless manner.

All the atmosphere vanished, even the black and white arena temporarily disappeared.

Bei Menjue looked up at the sky, his eyes immediately turning fervent.

Zhang Chen stood up excitedly, and even Ji Wensui and Yang Wenzhen stood up abruptly to bow.

The sky was filled with golden clouds, and auspicious omens swirled among them.

The celestial palaces of the entire Great Qian Dynasty are clearly visible.

Everyone looked up at the sky, where auspicious clouds served as robes, stars as eyes, and an inhumanly handsome god cast his gaze down.

"Your artistic conception is the Jade Emperor?!" Vajra looked at the sky, casting a doubtful glance.

The Heavenly Dragon Staff lowered its head.

She just wanted to see an old friend; what did she do wrong?

"Are you from that side or this side?" the Pure Relic asked in disbelief.

She knew that the Heavenly Dragon Staff had some unknown composition.

But it shouldn't have come to this, right?

This is no longer just a matter of unknown composition.

This is treason.