Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

"We'll see when the time comes."

Niu Zhentian was getting annoyed after failing to break through the opponent's defenses for a long time. The opponent's secret techniques were both advanced and comprehensive, which made him very envious and jealous.

"You little brat from the Phoenix Realm, you forced me to do this!"

The illusory image of the Mighty Bull Demon roared to the sky, its entire body radiating blood-red light, about to unleash some forbidden technique with even greater power, preparing to crush Feng Xi in one fell swoop.

Jiang Hao's eyes turned cold.

"Can't play games, so you flip the table?"

"Alright, we've had enough of the show. It's time to wrap it up, lest this reckless old ox really hurt the little girl."

Just as Jiang Hao was preparing to secretly release a wisp of chaotic energy to silently dismantle Niu Zhentian's forbidden technique and give Niu Zhentian a lesson he would never forget, he was about to...

Suddenly, Jiang Hao sensed a familiar aura rushing towards the thirtieth level from outside.

The aura was vast and pure, carrying the unique Daoist charm of the Chaos Scripture.

Jiang Hao paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

"Hmm? They're from the Dao Seeking Sect... Their strength is not bad. Very well, it's only reasonable for our own people to come and get revenge after being insulted. I, the Emperor... will continue to be a spectator."

He leisurely picked up his teacup again.

Just as Niu Zhentian was about to unleash his full power against Feng Xi, a hazy gray blade of energy silently ripped through the starry sky.

The onlookers were initially startled, thinking that something unexpected had happened again.

But they soon discovered that wherever the sword energy passed, the spatial ripples and rampaging energy caused by the Great Sage's pressure had all returned to stability.

Even Niu Zhentian's awe-inspiring demonic power was reduced by more than half.

"what?"

"Has the space stabilized?"

A collective sigh of relief rose from the crowd, followed by low gasps of surprise.

"What superb knife control!"

"Handling with effortless skill, leaving no trace... Which senior made the move?"

At the end of the flashing blades, a figure arrived, stepping on light.

The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe, upright and honest, with a refined and gentle face, looking like a scholar.

He first bowed to Feng Xi in the center of the battlefield, his voice clear and resonant:

"Miss Fengxi, please stop for now."

He turned his gaze to Niu Zhentian, his tone remaining calm:

"This scoundrel has insulted my human emperor; his crime deserves death. May I hand this scoundrel over to deal with?"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, then it erupted into chaos.

Several elderly human cultivators stood up excitedly from the crowd, their voices trembling slightly:

"It's the Mountain and River Blade, from Zhao Shanhe, the current senior disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, wasn't he in seclusion? Has he already emerged?"

Many more people were in an uproar after sensing Zhao Shanhe's aura.

"The Great Sage, Fifth Heaven!"

"Rumor has it that he was only at the initial stage of the Great Sage realm before he went into seclusion. How many years has it been?"

"Is this the incredible fortune of glimpsing the Great Emperor's Dao? The speed of cultivation is astonishing!"

The focus of the discussion quickly shifted to Zhao Shanhe's connection with the Chaos Emperor.

Some people claim with certainty: "Legend has it that when he was young, he accidentally entered a prescription and accidentally obtained a trace of the Daoist intent left behind by a great emperor, and from then on, he became proficient in the Dao of the sword!"

Some people exclaimed, "This is the blessing of being tainted by the Emperor's might! With the Chaos Emperor presiding over the Dao Seeking Sect, even the younger disciples have received tremendous opportunities. It's truly enviable."

In the corner, Jiang Hao followed everyone's gaze and naturally scanned Zhao Shanhe with his divine sense.

He nodded slightly.

He has practiced the techniques quite well, and his mastery of the introductory chapter of the Chaos Scripture is very solid, with some semblance of the essence of chaos already present.

The Daoist sect has inherited these traditions quite well.

The magic power was solidified, clearly indicating a steady and methodical approach, without any eagerness for quick success.

To have cultivated the Chaos Scripture to this level at this age demonstrates both excellent character and talent.

Looking at his sword intent, it is balanced and peaceful, with a hidden sense of chaos and inclusiveness, not simply pursuing sharpness and killing.

It seems that what he grasped was the aspect of carrying and evolving within chaos.

We've chosen the right path.

Jiang Hao made a decision in his mind.

It is not easy for a junior member of the sect to achieve such success.

Feng Xi naturally had no objections, especially since the visitors were from the Great Emperor's sect, so she would give them face. She smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll leave it to you, fellow Daoist."

After saying that, he walked towards the audience seats.

Above the arena, Niu Zhentian snapped out of his shock and doubt.

After carefully sensing Zhao Shanhe's cultivation level, he was filled with rage.

"The Fifth Heaven of the Great Sage?"

His voice boomed like thunder, filled with sarcasm and rage:

"You mere junior, how dare you boast about dealing with me? I am two realms above you, let's see how you defeat me!"

Zhao Shanhe remained calm.

He took the seemingly simple stone knife from its sheath from his back and saluted with one hand:

"please."

He was not angered by the other person's words.

His gaze swept over the heavily injured Xiao Tian Sha Xing on the arena, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, before he locked his attention on Niu Zhentian.

Master Bai Mei frowned and analyzed the situation to several familiar audience members beside him:

"It's difficult. Although Zhao Shanhe is a prodigy, Niu Zhentian is an old monster who has been around for many years. He is two levels above Zhao Shanhe, with a powerful demonic body and ruthless supernatural abilities. I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, Zhao Shanhe belongs to a Great Emperor sect and cultivates Great Emperor techniques and secret arts. How can this ox compare?" Some people were very confident in Zhao Shanhe, or rather, they were very confident in the Chaos Scripture.

"That's right, the Great Emperor's Chaos Scripture is invincible. It's not difficult to surpass those of higher levels."

Many people agree with this view.

Feng Xi ignored Bai Mei Zhenren's analysis.

She frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping through the crowd before finally settling on Jiang Hao at the corner tea table.

She didn't know why, but this gray-robed old man always gave her a strange feeling, making her feel a certain goodwill and trust for no reason.

She moved gracefully to Jiang Hao's table, her tone slightly inquiring:

"Senior, in your opinion, what is the outcome of this battle?"

Her eyes were clear, filled with curiosity and a kind of intuitive trust.

Jiang Hao looked up at Feng Xi and wondered how this girl ended up here with him. Was it really such a coincidence?

However, he didn't say anything, calmly uttering four words:

"Zhao Shanhe wins."

Feng Xi's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously:

"Yeah, I think so too!"

Those around looked over upon hearing this, their faces showing surprise; some couldn't help but clasp their hands in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not that I doubt it, but the difference in cultivation levels is undeniable. May I ask for your insightful opinion?"

Jiang Hao slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Niu Zhentian is strong and crude."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating something obvious:

"His power comes from his bloodline inheritance, but his Dao is trapped in the inheritance of his race. He seems fierce, but in reality, he has failed to achieve a unified whole, and his Dao is flawed."

"Zhao Shanhe possesses both pure strength and refined understanding of the Dao."

"His power comes from his own arduous cultivation, and his Taoist methods originate from the supreme scriptures. His foundation is perfect, and his Taoist charm has begun to show signs of forming its own."

"Comparing the two is like comparing rough iron to refined steel refined hundreds of times; the difference in magical power is like heaven and earth. The refined steel can easily break through it with its sheer quality."

Some viewers seemed thoughtful, while others remained skeptical.

The White-Browed Immortal stroked his beard and pondered:

"Self-contained... Fellow Daoist's words do make some sense."

The battle has begun.

Niu Zhentian roared repeatedly, unleashing various Bull Demon Clan battle techniques.

The fist imprint transformed into a phantom of a raging bull, crashing into the starry sky. Its hooves caused the stars to tremble, and crimson horns shot out bursts of destructive blood light. The offensive was like a tidal wave, and the demonic power was overwhelming.

Zhao Shanhe used the scabbard instead of a sword, the blade gleaming and creating a hazy, chaotic blade domain in front of him.

No matter how fierce the opponent's attack, the blade domain is like a millstone, channeling most of the power into the void.

In the audience, many people only saw that the area where Zhao Shanhe was located seemed to be a self-contained entity.

Despite the turmoil in the outside world, he remained unmoved.