Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

The result of the first match of this round was not unexpected. Although Feng Yang was strong, and was able to defeat a practitioner of the seventh level above him with the strength of the sixth level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage, he still lacked the strength to deal with Ning Bingyu, this kind of top genius.    

    

Also, many people could see that Feng Yang didn't have the determination to go all out in this battle. As fellow disciples of the main peak, he was extremely familiar with Ning Bingyu, and was well aware of her strength. Thus, he didn't have the determination to win;    

    

After forcing Ning Bingyu's Spiritual Soul out, Feng Yang admitted defeat.    

    

Ning Bingyu's Spiritual Soul was very peculiar. It was a hazy stream of water that had endless condensed and changed. Once it appeared, the power of any of her attacks greatly increased. As the billowing wind blew, it was like a dream or illusion, completely sealing off Feng Yang's attacks.    

    

Countless exclamations of surprise sounded out from within and outside the Thousand-zhang Plateau. All sorts of discussions were shocked at Ning Bingyu's strength.    

    

Feng Yang could surpass levels and defeat Yue Zhao, but he couldn't fight back when Ning Bingyu used her Spiritual Soul.    

    

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the second round began. Guan Yuan Feng, Koo Xiaochen, against Xiao Heng. Koo Xiaochen was not far away from Chen Yu. His face was as calm as water as he walked towards the arena.    

    

Chen Yu wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but the words stopped right on the tip of his tongue.    

    

In terms of strength, Koo Xiaochen was weaker than Xiao Heng by a bit. Plus, Koo Xiaochen had consumed a lot of energy, so the result of this battle could already be predicted.    

    

After the battle started, Koo Xiaochen took the initiative to attack first, activating the Spiritual Soul s. The ancient and mysterious Mysterious Ming Ying let out a roar that shook one's soul, and the Profound Artifact in his hands spread out its domain, unleashing its strength to the extreme. With every sword strike, it was like the clouds in the sky, boundless and endless, and his Supernatural Power Level Sword Technique could be described as unfathomable and mysterious.    

    

Unfortunately, he had met Xiao Heng, who was the only powerhouse at the eighth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage in this year's Large Competition. Moreover, his battle experience was also extremely rich.    

    

Streams of vast sword qi covered the entire martial arena, seizing the initiative. Then, Koo Xiaochen suddenly rose into the air, standing tall in the air, the sword qi had mysterious spirit patterns on them, hundreds of spirit lines gathered in the air above the stage, merged with his spirit energy, and turned into a giant sword and slashed down.    

    

The sword aura was like a bright moon in the sky, it was so bright that it could not be seen. When this sword art was unleashed, Koo Xiaochen's body was on the verge of collapse.    

    

Koo Xiaochen's talent was extraordinary, but he was taught this sword art. With his strength, he couldn't display the full power of this sword art, but even if he forced it, it would still be too vast.    

    

He quickly retreated to the edge of the arena and a shadow appeared on the surface of his body. It was a strange door, and the door was shaped like a pair of swords. On it, countless strange natural patterns circulated and formed sword prints.    

    

The sword qi surrounding Xiao Heng converged onto the sword gate suspended above his head in an instant. The sword gate was impressively solid as a sky-high sword qi shot up into the sky and stabbed towards Koo Xiaochen's descending sword.    

    

BOOM *    

    

In the midst of the loud noise, the arena collapsed with a loud crash. The two sword intents clashed against each other without restraint. Koo Xiaochen's powerful sword art had shattered, and the sword gate was still standing, thrusting towards Koo Xiaochen.    

    

Koo Xiaochen spat out a mouthful of blood as his body fell from the sky.    

    

The elder quickly rushed out in an attempt to save Koo Xiaochen. However, in front of that strange and seemingly thousands of Sword School's Sword Gate, he was still a step too slow.    

    

Fortunately, when the sharp end of the sword gate was about to pierce Koo Xiaochen, it suddenly stopped. Even so, Koo Xiaochen was still injured by the sword intent. After landing, his body staggered and he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.    

    

"Thousand-sword Peak Xiao Heng wins, promotion to the top three!" The guardian elder announced loudly. He quickly led Koo Xiaochen down the collapsed arena and let the elder of the Danding Pavilion heal his wounds.    

    

Even though the battle had already ended a minute ago, there was still no sound from inside or outside Thousand-zhang Plateau.    

    

In every region of the viewing platform, the Profound Dark Stage Elders were all emotionally moved, and some even turned pale from shock.    

    

"A Spiritual Soul like that!" Chen Yu looked at the sword door on the arena as it gradually became smaller and smaller before it disappeared into Xiao Heng's body. He was shocked as well.    

    

Too powerful. From Chen Yu's point of view, Xiao Heng was even stronger than Ning Bingyu.    

    

The sword sect Spiritual Soul was an extremely rare sight, born with a sword art.    

    

In terms of fighting strength, as long as Xiao Heng did not die prematurely, he would definitely be able to be the champion of Ruling Spirit Sect in the future.    

    

Closing the sword door, Xiao Heng floated down and landed on the arena.    

    

At this time, there was a commotion on the Thousand-zhang Plateau. All kinds of voices rose like a tide, and all kinds of shocked exclamations rose and fell, unceasingly ringing in the ears.    

    

The shock Xiao Heng brought to the sect was too big.    

    

Chen Yu's heart felt heavy. He suddenly felt that he had no chance of winning against an opponent like Xiao Heng.    

    

Due to the collapse of the arena due to Koo Xiaochen and Xiao Heng, the Large Competition was interrupted for a while. The disciples were busy repairing the arena.    

    

An hour later, the arena was completely restored. Only then did the guardian elder step onto the arena and announce the start of the final drawing of lots.    

    

Ning Bingyu, Xiao Heng, and Chen Yu came up to draw lots.    

    

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Guardian Elder let Ning Bingyu draw the first lot.    

    

Ning Bingyu casually pulled out a lot, only to see that the lot was empty. It was the empty lot.    

    

Chen Yu was speechless when he saw this.    

    

Under the arena, many disciples of the main peak revealed expressions of joy as they cheered wildly.    

    

By drawing the empty lot in this round, he would directly advance to the top two of the Large Competition.    

    

Chen Yu thought back to Koo Xiaochen's words and couldn't be sure whether the last empty lot had been decided by the main peak disciples or not.    

    

Although he was a little disappointed, Chen Yu was not disappointed by this. Regardless of whether the result of the draw was controlled by the main peak or not, in Chen Yu's opinion, that wasn't very important.    

    

The most important thing was always his own strength.    

    

In fact, if it wasn't for Su Qingyuan's threat, Chen Yu would have been satisfied by now.    

    

After showing that there were no problems with the two lots, the Patriarch put away the signed pot and asked Ning Bingyu to step down. He then announced the start of the competition.    

    

Xiao Heng's expression was still indifferent, as if he did not care about the result of the draw. He stood opposite to Chen Yu and did not intend to take the initiative to attack.    

    

"Senior-apprentice Brother Xiao!" Chen Yu cupped his hands towards Xiao Heng and said.    

    

Xiao Heng nodded in greeting.    

    

"May I ask Senior Brother Xiao, does your Spiritual Soul come from Myriad Spirit Palace?" Chen Yu asked.    

    

Xiao Heng looked deeply at Chen Yu, and immediately shook his head, "The sword sect was obtained for me when I was young, and did not come from the Myriad Spirit Palace!"    

    

Chen Yu was slightly shocked when he heard that, but he immediately felt relieved.    

    

Not all Spiritual Soul came from Myriad Spirit Palace. Although there were many Spiritual Soul in the Myriad Spirit Palace, most of them were Human Stage Earth Stage. A weird and peculiar Spiritual Soul like the Sword Sect would always help the sect find their fusion cultivator when the sect got their hands on them, so they would not stay idle in the Myriad Spirit Palace.    

    

To be able to fuse with this kind of Spiritual Soul, Xiao Heng's luck could be said to be blessed by the heavens.    

    

"Senior-apprentice Brother Xiao, it's your turn!" Chen Yu didn't say anything else as he threw a punch towards Xiao Heng.    

    

The aura of the punch was like a dragon entering the blue sky. It was domineering as it swept towards Xiao Heng.    

    

Xiao Heng did not move. He rotated the Astral Energy around his body and turned it into a stream of sword Qi. It easily tore apart the fist aura that was only a probing attack from Chen Yu.    

    

Below the arena, Wen Congann, Gongsun Hao, Ye Qing, and the others all had serious expressions and worried looks on their faces.    

    

Various discussions sounded on the Thousand-zhang Plateau, as they speculated about the results of this battle, but not many people thought favorably of Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu had already made a miracle by making it all the way through during the Large Competition. Everyone knew that he did not have the slightest bit of luck to reach this step. However, facing Xiao Heng, no one thought favorably of him.    

    

"Three years ago, if Senior-apprentice Brother Xiao wasn't in the sect, it wouldn't even have been Lei Hao's turn to be first place!"    

    

"Senior Brother Xiao Heng is a genius who has not appeared in the Thousand-sword Peak for a hundred years. He has already obtained the legacy of the Sect Leader, so this battle was an easy one. The good fortune of Polar Extreme Peak Chen Yu ends here!"    

    

"Thousand-sword Peak's sword art will definitely shock the entire sect!"    

    

"…"    

    

These were the voices of the Thousand-sword Peak disciples.    

    

"Chen Yu is going to lose!"    

    

"That bastard surnamed Chen's luck is at its end. In the previous round, he was only able to get into the top three with the help of an empty lot. Now that his luck is gone, there's no chance of him winning at all!"    

    

"That fellow surnamed Chen won't last more than ten moves. As long as Brother Xiao Heng is serious, he won't be able to last three moves. He's the weakest of them all!"    

    

All of these were made by the inner disciples who could not bear to see Chen Yu in such a state.    

    

"What a pity!" On the viewing platform, Qi Zhengnan's eyes flashed, and said: "Polar Extreme Peak Chen Yu's performance is already outstanding, but unfortunately his foundation is still lacking. Compared to Xiao Heng, his strength is still lacking!"    

    

Chu Tianshu nodded, "An incredible figure will appear from the Thousand-sword Peak. In the next three hundred years, Thousand-sword Peak will be considered as the first peak beneath the main peak!"    

    

Qi Zhengnan also agreed with this point of view. He glanced at the area where the Thousand-sword Peak was located and said: "Lin Jia Yang did not come to spectate. Could it be that he has absolute confidence in Xiao Heng?"    

    

"Bingyu is not a match for Xiao Heng!" Chu Tianshu said, "In the end, water-type abilities are still weaker than sword-type abilities. However, Fire Cloud Peak Thunder Hao can still suppress Xiao Heng for a few years now. After a few years, Xiao Heng will certainly become the number one disciple in the inner court! "    

    

Qi Zhengnan said, "This side of the main peak, as well as Xuan City and Qing Xuan, are not inferior to Xiao Heng!"    

    

Hearing this, Chu Tianshu shook his head, "The first in terms of sword arts and abilities is not just for show, Xuan Du and Qing Xuan are not martial artists who specialize in sword arts. They can still be a step ahead of Xiao Heng within ten or twenty years, but after twenty years, the first in terms of Ruling Spirit Sect will be Xiao Heng.    

    

"…"    

    

On the arena, Chen Yu punched out a second time.    

    

In the midst of Ang Ang's three roars, every muscle on Chen Yu's body vibrated. The Astral Qi turned into a dragon, looking down at Xiao Heng with a domineering look. It charged towards Xiao Heng with an unparalleled momentum.    

    

Xiao Heng was still the same as before. The circulating cyan Astral Energy around his body condensed into several sword Qis and slashed at Chen Yu's Astral Energy dragon. However, they were instantly swallowed by the Astral Energy dragon.    

    

Xiao Heng's expression was as calm as an ancient well. Suddenly, he formed a sword technique and a scarlet sword image appeared within his body. With a slash, he sliced off the head of the Astral Energy dragon unleashed by Chen Yu's Howling Dragon Fist.    

    

In Chen Yu's perception, a sharp sword intent blocked the connection between the dragon's head and the Astral Qi, making it impossible for the Astral Qi to combine as one.    

    

The power of the three Dragon Roaring Sound s, under Xiao Heng's Qi and blood that was warming the sword Qi, did not give him any chance to resist.