Legend of Swordsman

Thinking about it, it made sense!

In the future, for inheritors like them, their status would be quite high after settling in the Four Great Secret Realms. They were destined to become the elite, and it was only natural for these native Emperors to establish some connections with them.

From the old man with goat horns, he also learned a lot of confidential information. For example, in the future, after they were registered in the Grave God Mountain, they would later move to the Heavenly Realm, joining either the White Tiger Temple or the Elder Palace.

With unlimited potential in the future, as the first group of inheritors, there would be countless more to come.

In their perspective, time was infinite. In no time, the entire Four Great Secret Realms would be under their control. Even taking over the Qishen Temple in the future wouldn’t be a problem.

Otherwise, why would the Qishen Temple recruit so many inheritors?

To confine them?

That was impossible. There must be a purpose behind it.

The old man with goat horns had lived for who knows how long, seen all sorts of things. He understood such matters the best. Back then, many big shots had privately given him a lot of benefits, asking him to forge various treasures to consolidate their power.

It was a kind of early investment.

“Kid, don’t overestimate those powerhouses, but also, don’t underestimate them,” the old man with horns advised.

Jian Wushuang nodded in agreement.

Tier 6 experts, though formidable, had their own needs. Qishen Temple belonged to Zhen Ling, and as an heir, one would inevitably come into contact with its core layers sooner or later.

Giving benefits to this inheritor now amounted to little.

Moreover, a tier 6 Emperor wouldn’t make a small move.

Casually presenting some good items would bring immense benefits to this Grand Yan Immortal.

This place was the Heavenly Secret Realm, preserving the ancient brilliance.

Profound arts, secret techniques, precious treasures—there were plenty.

Especially the unparalleled arts within Shangging Palace, the Tai’a Sword particularly caught his eye.

The 13 Tai’a Swords transmitted in, with such strength, had a significant connection with the Tai’a Supreme Techniques.

This time, the appearance of the Young Master of the Tianmo Sect drew Jian Wushuangs particular attention.

The battles of such experts were the true test of the Tai’a Sword’s might.

Dong!

The space broke at dawn.

A stream of light streaked across, and the thirteen challengers each landed on their respective arenas.

Zhu Bachi twisted his chubby body and landed on the thirteenth arena.

“I’ve heard about it early on, the 13th Swordsman, Tai!a’s Zhuifeng Jian is especially fierce. Today, I’ll come to learn!”

The 13th swordman, Zhuifeng, his sword was indeed very powerful, but his weakness lay in his divine body and flesh being too weak. Despite having innate treasures like armor, defense remained his greatest vulnerability.

His swordsmanship was often sharp, pushing himself into dire straits each time. Fortunately, his speed was extremely agile. Before the opponent touched his body, they were defeated.

Zhuifeng Sword!

Without wasting words, a streak of light cut through space. His narrow-bladed long sword was drawn in an instant, slashing towards Zhu Bachi.

“Hmph!” Zhu Bachi stood still, not moving a muscle.

As the sword strike rushed towards him, demonic flames soared, and a bladeless heavy sword suddenly appeared, directly blocking Zhuifengs sword strike.

Clang!

The attack was blocked, and Zhuifeng quickly retracted, creating distance,

Zhu Bachi’s name was known to him.

Although the Bladeless Heavy Sword was powerful, it was also too cumbersome. As long as he kept harassing Zhu Bachi without stopping, he would naturally force the opponent to reveal a flaw. At that moment, a single strike could break through the defense and defeat Zhu Bachi.

Zhu Bachi understood this strategy and had prepared for it before stepping onto the stage.

To external observers, the arena seemed to be a square with a size of only a few dozen miles in length and width, but internally, it was a small world with infinite dimensions.

It was a treasure in the hands of the organizers and did not limit the performance of cultivators.

“Is running all you can do?”

Facing the repeated sneak attacks of the Zhuifeng, Zhu Bachi remained unmoved, skillfully blocking each attempt.

Zhuifeng raised an eyebrow; the strength of this giant from the Tianmo Sect was indeed surprising.

Going on like this, the hope of defeating him seemed extremely faint.

“The giant’s strength is indeed remarkable; I underestimated him,” said Zhuifeng, moving like the wind, ethereal as ever.

On the Tideviewing Pavilion, many Dao Lords sweated in their palms, clearly focused on the battle unfolding on the 13th platform.

The fights on the other platforms had already lost their vigor at this point, while the clash on the thirteenth platform was just beginning.

Jian Wushuang felt an itch in his hands as he watched.

The Emperor from the demonic sect wore a confident smile, seemingly sure about the outcome of this battle.

“Brother Jiu Jian, between these two juniors, who do you think has a better chance of winning?”

Elder Jiu Jian, standing at the forefront, furrowed his brows. It seemed this formidable figure from the demonic sect came prepared!

Before he could respond, the Chief Elder in front of Jiu Jian spoke up.

As the current master of the Thirteenth Tai’a Sword, this junior was his named disciple.

Once he succeeded in combining the Dao, he would become his direct disciple. Therefore, he had to say something now.

“Daoist Liuyang, there’s no need to overly concern ourselves with victory or defeat in the competition between juniors. Everything is for the sake of mutual improvement! ”

Liuyang, the powerhouse from the Tianmo Sect with pitch-black eyes, turned to the Chief Elder of the Nine Swords with a sinister tone, “Elder, that’s not entirely true. Junior competitions reveal the future of the sects.”

“Good! Since that’s the case, let’s spice things up a bit. Let these two juniors show us who is stronger and who is the ultimate victor!”

The Chief Elder had been waiting for this. He immediately made the decision.

They were not here to be taken lightly. This was Shangqing Palace, and Zhuifeng was his disciple. He knew his strength better than anyone.

Two fifth-rank peak Emperors clashed, drawing the attention of many. It was evident that they were eager to witness a good show.

The demonic figure acted recklessly, and the words had been spoken. As a prestigious sect, Shangqing Palace couldn’t afford to back down.

“Tsk tsk, truly the straightforwardness expected from the Chief Elder of Shangqing Palace.”

The demonic sect, Liuyang, waved his hand and brought out 200,000 godstones, floating them in front of him. In his haste, he didn’t bring much, so these godstones would serve as his bet.

200,000 godstones already surpassed the total value of many tier 3 Emperors.

The Chief Elder of Shangqing Palace didn’t back down either. However, he didn’t bring out godstones; instead, he presented a smooth-surfaced fruit. “This is the Sword Dao Origin Source Fruit, a priceless treasure!”

Most present were sword cultivators and recognized this sword cultivation treasure. A sudden intake of breath swept through the crowd.

Jian Wushuang, on the side, couldn’t help but feel a strong desire for the fruit.

In the front row, dozens of Emperors watched this scene unfold. After witnessing it, they, too, took out some treasures, although their values were generally lower, around a few tens of thousands of divine stones. After all, the two contestants were not closely related to them. “Jiu Jian, you’ll be in charge of these treasures!”

“No problem! ”

Elder Jiu Jian smiled faintly. Although the Thirteenth Tai’a Sword was one of their own, now that he had become the notary, he couldn’t show any bias.

“Any other friends wish to place bets?”