In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

Pei Yichen leaped up. As one of the heirs of the Pei family, he was naturally not afraid of anyone and wanted to make a name for himself in a battle: "I am Pei Yichen, and I have come to ask for your guidance."

Pei Yichen was dressed in black, his eyes were cold and stern, and the long sword in his hand emitted a chilling light.

Ling Xuan was wearing a white robe.

Pei Yichen made the first move, his figure as fast as lightning, instantly closing in on Ling Xuan.

With a flick of his longsword, a sharp sword aura shot out, heading straight for Ling Xuan's vital points.

Ling Xuan swung his longsword, unleashing an arc of sword energy that whistled out and countered Pei Yichen.

Pei Yichen lightly touched the ground with his toes, instantly rising into the air to avoid Ling Xuan's counterattack.

Then, he turned in mid-air, and his long sword fell like raindrops, with countless sword energies sweeping towards Ling Xuan.

Seeing this, Ling Xuan wielded his longsword with impenetrable skill, blocking Pei Yichen's sword energy one by one.

The two exchanged blows, their swordplay fierce and powerful.

Each collision produced a crisp metallic sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Their figures flashed rapidly in the arena, dazzling the eyes.

Pei Yichen suddenly shouted, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly.

Sword shatters the heavens!

The longsword, carrying a world-destroying aura, slashed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Xuan sensed the immense power of this move and dared not be careless.

Concentrating his focus, the longsword in his hand shone brightly as he unleashed his strongest move—Sword Sweep Across the Eight Desolations!

Two powerful sword energies collided in mid-air, producing a tremendous roar.

Pei Yichen seized an opening in Ling Xuan's defenses and thrust his sword toward Ling Xuan's chest.

Ling Feng was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed by Pei Yichen's longsword.

Pei Yichen sheathed his sword: "Brother Ling, you flatter me."

Ling Xuan was not one to be a sore loser, and he didn't care about the injury on his chest at all: "Brother Pei's swordsmanship is superb, I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as him."

Pei Yichen shook his head: "I was just lucky."

"Pei Yichen is indeed one of the heirs of the Pei family; his swordsmanship is very impressive."

“The eldest son of the Pei family is not just a figurehead; he is someone the Pei family has nurtured with utmost care.”

"It's a pity. With Pei Jinshu around, they'll probably have a hard time inheriting the family business."

Liuli Huanlu, the Holy Maiden of Huanli Immortal Palace, Liyinluo flew onto the stage, dressed in a magnificent robe.

"I've heard that there's a very powerful person here named Pei Jinshu. She's not only the heir of the Pei family but also the Holy Maiden of the Peerless Sword Sect. I've come here to learn from her."

Pei Jinshu was naturally unafraid. He strode onto the stage, his eyes cold and sharp, radiating a chilling aura.

Like an unshakeable iceberg, his voice was icy and chilling: "Please enlighten me."

Li Yinluo concentrated the power of the Glazed Sacred Body in her hands, releasing a light as sharp as a blade.

Glazed Light Blade Slash!

The beam of light slashed out in an arc at incredible speed, tearing the air apart and producing a sharp whistling sound.

Pei Jinshu raised his sword, his sword strikes as fierce as a storm.

Ice Soul Sword Slash!

A sharp sword aura shot out like an ice blade.

"boom!"

Instantly, waves of air surged on the arena.

Li Yinluo pursed her lips; it seemed her reputation was well-deserved.

Glazed Holy Radiance!

The light of the Glazed Sacred Body concentrated at a single point, and then erupted instantly.

Countless dazzling rays of light, like sharp arrows, shot towards Pei Jinshu from all directions.

A faint blue light emanated from Pei Jinshu's Ice Soul Divine Sword.

Ice Soul Devouring Slash!

She charged forward, unleashing a massive arc of sword energy with her sword.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air froze, forming an ice wall.

Instantly, it repelled Li Yinlu's attack.

Pei Jinshu leaped into the air, unleashing the power of his Ice Soul Divine Body, creating a storm of icy sword energy around his body.

Ice Soul Blade Storm!

The sword energy in the storm spun at high speed, like a giant meat grinder.

Li Yinluo was cut to pieces by the sword energy and crashed to the edge of the arena, looking dejected.

He coughed incessantly: "I lost. The geniuses of your Lingxiao Continent truly deserve their title."

Pei Jinshu's frosty face seemed to melt slightly: "You're not bad either."

"Saintess Pei is truly formidable; that Saintess of the Illusionary Glass Palace is no match for her at all."

"Our Saintess Pei is a recognized prodigy. Do you think that just because you're a Saintess, you can be compared to her?"

"Tch, it's just a friendly spar, why are you acting like you're so great? Our Holy Maiden isn't a sore loser."

"Exactly, winning a game is like doing something earth-shattering. It's making a fuss over nothing and shows a lack of knowledge."

Pei Jinshu's lackeys dared not utter another word, fearing they would cause trouble for Pei Jinshu.

Biying Lanlu, the Holy Son of the Bilan Immortal Sect, Chu Lingfeng, strode onto the stage: "Divine Son Jun, shall we have a spar?"

Jun Haochen leaped up: "Since Brother Chu has invited me, I will certainly comply."

Chu Lingfeng flashed forward, rushing towards Jun Haochen like lightning.

With a swing of the Wind-Breaking Sword, a sharp sword aura shot out, tearing through the sky and hurtling towards Jun Haochen with destructive force.

Jun Haochen was not afraid at all. He flicked his Zhan Yun Sword and sent out an even more dazzling sword aura to meet the attack.

The two sword energies collided in mid-air, producing a loud bang, and a powerful shockwave spread outwards.

The sand and gravel on the ground were blown away, forming huge pits.

Seeing that his attack had missed, Chu Lingfeng moved again, instantly appearing behind Jun Haochen.

His Wind-Breaking Sword pierced out like a venomous snake, its speed so fast that it was impossible to predict.

Jun Haochen reacted extremely quickly, slightly shifting his body to the side to avoid Chu Lingfeng's attack.

At the same time, he swung his Cloud-Slaying Sword, sending an arc of sword energy slashing towards Chu Lingfeng.

Chu Lingfeng quickly swung his sword to defend, and with another loud crash, the two of them each took a few steps back.

Their eyes were filled with vigilance and fighting spirit; none of them dared to be careless in the slightest.

The two charged at each other again, their swords clashing with a crisp metallic clang.

Their figures flashed rapidly on the arena, their sword energy crisscrossing, destroying everything in their path.

As the battle progressed, the two men's momentum grew stronger and stronger.

Chu Lingfeng's sword strike was as swift as lightning.

Void-Piercing Slash!

The Wind-Breaking Sword in his hand shone brightly, and a huge sword aura shot into the sky, as if it would cleave the sky in two.

Jun Haochen was not to be outdone—Spiritual Radiance Soul Breaker!

The Zhan Yun Sword shone with boundless light, and a powerful sword aura spread outwards, as if it would envelop the entire world.

Two powerful sword energies collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

Both of them were shaken to their core, their blood surging.

Chu Lingfeng burst into laughter first: "Your Highness, you are quite the master. I am no match for you."

He's not someone who doesn't understand social etiquette. He wouldn't do something like taking down someone's divine son on their own turf if they weren't enemies.

Jun Haochen smiled and said, "You flatter me, Saint Chu. It's a draw. I didn't win."

If they go all out, the outcome is unpredictable, and each side has its own means of survival.

"They should be even."

"The Divine Prince is calm and composed, while the Holy Prince of Chu is as clear as a breeze and as bright as the moon; both of them are pleasing to the eye."