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One step, two steps, three steps.

Shen Mo walked onto the main sword-debating platform, standing ten feet away from Jian Wuji, facing him from afar. He remained calm and composed, with no burst of spiritual power or aura emanating from his body. He simply stood there naturally, as if he were one with the surrounding world, unmoved by any raging waves.

"Playing tricks!" A cold light flashed in Jian Wuji's eyes. He had been in seclusion, cultivating diligently, and had eliminated (or rather, thought he had eliminated) his inner demons. He had achieved great success in swordsmanship and was now full of pride, ready to restore the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Sect with thunderous force.

Shen Mo's nonchalant attitude was, in his eyes, the greatest contempt and provocation!

"Since Alliance Leader Shen has such an interest, I will show you what true swordsmanship is!" Jian Wuji shouted coldly, then said no more.

He knew that any words would be pale at this moment; only the sword in his hand could completely destroy the opponent's ridiculous composure and crush the dignity of his alliance leader!

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the heavens! It was not the sound of metal clashing, but the pure, condensed sound of sword energy piercing the air! Jian Wuji pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air at Shen Mo!

There was no dazzling sword light, no grand display. Only a thin, almost transparent silver line, as thin as a cicada's wing and as fine as a hair, burst forth from his fingertips, silently slicing through the air, instantly traversing ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and appearing before Shen Mo's brow!

This sword strike was incredibly fast! So fast that it was beyond the reach of sight. Many early-stage Golden Core cultivators only saw Jian Wuji raise his hand, and in the next instant, the deadly silver line was already in front of Shen Mo!

Even more terrifying is the sword intent contained within this sword strike—pure, cold, and resolute, carrying a ruthless Daoist charm that severs everything and extinguishes all life, piercing straight into the soul! It is the opening stance of the Heavenly Sword Sect's supreme martial art—"Ruthless Slash," the "One Line of Sky"!

"Watch out!" Jin Hao, Mu Qingqing, and the others cried out in alarm, their hearts leaping into their throats. Han Lin clenched his fists, while Su Xiao's eyes were icy cold, a fleeting glint of light flashing between her fingertips.

The Flaming Sun Sect's Fire Cloud Daoist curled into a cruel smile, as if he could already see Shen Mo's gruesome sight as this sword pierced his brow. The Frost Fairy of the Profound Ice Pavilion glanced sideways, seemingly unable to bear it.

The audience erupted in uproar. No one had expected Jian Wuji to unleash such a ruthless and deadly move right from the start! This was no mere sparring; it was clearly an attempt to kill!

However, just as the silver line was about to touch Shen Mo's skin—

Shen Mo moved.

His movements appeared slow, even somewhat leisurely. He merely turned his body slightly to the side, the movement so small as to be almost negligible, like a willow branch swaying in a gentle breeze, completely natural.

But in that tiny, subtle turn, the lightning-fast, incomparably sharp "narrow strip" grazed his temple hair, silently slicing past and disappearing into the void dozens of feet behind him, leaving a tiny spatial ripple that slowly dissipated.

Empty?!

Jian Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted! His "One Line of Sky" technique, seemingly simple, actually condensed speed, precision, and sword intent to the extreme, locking onto Shen Mo's aura. Even ordinary late-stage Golden Core cultivators would find it difficult to dodge!

But Shen Mo... he avoided it so casually, as if he had foreseen it?

"Not bad." Jian Wuji snorted coldly, suppressing the slight surprise in his heart, and moved his sword finger again!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

This time, it wasn't just a single sword strike. Three, five, ten... hundreds and thousands of fine silver sword threads burst forth from his fingertips, weaving into a dense yet impenetrable net of death that covered the entire dueling arena!

Each sword thread contained the sharpness to cleave metal and the chill to freeze the soul, attacking Shen Mo from all directions, without leaving any blind spots! It was the killing move of the "Ruthless Slash" - "Heavenly Net"!

Under the cover of the sword net, space seemed to be cut and frozen, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Even from a distance, the audience felt a sharp pain on their skin, as if their souls were being torn apart by the invisible sword intent. Those with weaker cultivation even groaned, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and hurriedly retreated.

"It's over!" Someone closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. Under such an attack, even cultivators of the same level could only either withstand it head-on or flee in a sorry state; there was absolutely no possibility of escaping unscathed!

Shen Mo remained standing in place, without even moving a step. Facing the overwhelming, lifeless net of swords, his face remained expressionless. He simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pressed it lightly forward.

There was no earth-shattering burst of spiritual power, no dazzling magical light. Simply with his press, the space around him seemed to ripple with extremely subtle, almost imperceptible, waves, like a gentle breeze ruffling the surface of a calm lake.

The terrifying sword net, powerful enough to annihilate those in the late Golden Core stage, seemed to have crashed into an invisible, extremely flexible vortex the moment it touched this ripple!

The incredibly sharp sword threads took an unbelievable deflection, intersecting, colliding, and annihilating each other, emitting a dense "hissing" sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves, yet none of them could break through the seemingly thin ripples and harm Shen Mo in the slightest!

He stood quietly in the center of the sword net, his clothes fluttering and his hair swaying, as if he were in another time and space, and the deadly danger in front of him was nothing more than an insignificant illusion.

"This...this is impossible!" an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect exclaimed, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "Heavenly Net" was the sect's ultimate technique, and when combined with the sect leader's current Golden Core Perfection cultivation, its power was terrifying. How could it be so easily neutralized?

Jian Wuji's expression finally changed. The first time might have been a coincidence, but the second time... it definitely wasn't luck!

Shen Mo's control over space, his understanding of the flow of power, and his prediction of the trajectory of sword strikes have reached an unbelievable level! This cannot be explained simply by the speed of his movements!

"Pretending to be tough! Let's see how long you can hide!" A fierce glint flashed in Jian Wuji's eyes, and the violent and anxious feelings that had been forcibly suppressed due to his "great success" in seclusion surged up uncontrollably once again.

He let out a low roar, and his body shone with a bright silver light, as if he had transformed into a divine sword soaring into the sky!

"Ten Thousand Swords—Return to the Origin!"

He clasped his hands together and suddenly pointed to the sky! Boom! Above Sword Debate Peak, the wind and clouds changed color! Endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly, transforming into visible silver sword energies, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, converging towards his fingertips!

In the blink of an eye, a giant sword phantom, ten zhang long, solid and radiating destructive energy, condensed above his head!

Before the sword was even drawn, the terrifying sword intent that could annihilate everything and make one the only one to rule had already caused countless swords below the stage to hum and vibrate, almost flying out of their sheaths!

Some sword cultivators with lower cultivation levels turned pale, their sword energy became chaotic, and they almost knelt down!

This is the overwhelming power of swordsmanship! It is the strongest sword strike created by Jian Wuji after he secluded himself to "slay his inner demons" and combined it with his own insights into the "ruthless swordsmanship"!

He was confident that once this sword was drawn, no one below the Nascent Soul stage could withstand it! He would crush this arrogant junior with absolute power and shatter all his pride and reliance!

"Shen Mo! Take this sword!" Jian Wuji's beard and hair stood on end, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had a kind of fanatical obsession. He grasped the huge sword shadow with both hands and slashed down fiercely at Shen Mo!