Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"You're not worried at all?"

Russell took a step forward, shrinking the distance to an inch, and stood with his arms crossed, stepping on A Liang's donkey head.

"What's the rush? The seating arrangement isn't even finalized yet." Ah Liang yawned and said lazily, "I advise you not to rush either. If we're ranked low, we might win all seven of our first matches. We'll just be going through the motions and come right back."

“That makes sense.” Russell nodded in agreement.

He didn't actually read much of the book "Sword Comes" because the time span was too long and there was too much foreshadowing in the early stages.

He had very little impression of the 13-game series. He vaguely remembered that he won the first six games and lost the last six, or something like that. Anyway, Ah Liang was the last one to finish out of the best-of-the-13 series.

It seems that Ning Yao's mother was killed after her first defeat following six victories, and then Ning Yao's father was also killed in battle because his mind was shaken by his wife's death.

Now that he's here, things are different. He specifically chose the eighth position. If he wins, he'll win the battle of thirteen. He's even thought about what words to leave behind, so he won't give Ah Liang a chance to play.

Russell rode on the donkey's head and walked far into the distance. Before long, he could see the majestic outline of the inverted mountain in the air.

As time went by, the upside-down mountain became more and more majestic.

The saying "a great mountain hangs upside down between heaven and earth, its peaks pointing towards the waters of the South China Sea" describes this scene.

The two dismounted at the ferry crossing on Upside-Down Mountain and walked.

The ferry crossing on the cliff is called Zhuofang Ferry, named after an ancient pavilion with a long history that is located nearby. The plaque that hangs there is "Zhuofang Pavilion," which was handwritten by the former head of a certain lineage.

Now, the Upside-Down Mountain is bustling with activity, with people coming and going. As soon as the news of the Thirteen Battles came out, all the sword cultivators in the world were in an uproar.

Everyone wanted to witness firsthand the sword immortal's prowess in slaying the great demon.

“Same as always,” Russell turned his head and raised an eyebrow at A Liang, “Once we get to the city, we’ll put the bill at Zuixianlou?”

"With your reputation, you can still put it on credit?" Ah Liang glared, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"No, it's fine if others talk about my reputation, but what right do you, son of a bitch, have to do that?"

Russell was dumbfounded. Their reputations were equally bad, one ranking last and the other second to last. If you really wanted to compare them, Russell's reputation was far better than Ah Liang's.

The two bickered as they entered the Sword Qi Great Wall through the teleportation array on Lonely Peak Mountain.

Upon entering the Great Wall, one is immediately struck by the overwhelming sword intent.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi is a two-way cross-world portal connecting the Vast World and the Wild World. Ancient sword cultivators were exiled here as convicts, shouldering the ten-thousand-year responsibility of blocking the invasion of the demon race.

The Chen, Qi, and Dong families, as well as the Nalan, Yan, and Yao clans, have maintained and passed down their traditions for generations, each possessing a unique natal flying sword and secret techniques.

Of course, unlike those who rely on their ancestors' legacy to bully the locals, at the Sword Qi Great Wall, no matter what your surname is, you need to rush to the battlefield.

North of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, every inch of this land is imbued with the sword qi passed down from ancient times to the present.

To the south, every inch is soaked with the blood of generations of ancestors.

"Tsk, I think I've met someone who's here to settle scores with you." As the two were chatting, A Liang suddenly spoke up.

Russell looked up and saw a man, a woman, and a little girl strolling through the city at the end of the road.

The couple were dressed simply and elegantly, both possessing exceptionally beautiful appearances. The young girl was also exquisitely beautiful, beyond compare.

Without a word, Russell turned and ran, but was grabbed by Ah Liang, who put on his signature smile and waved enthusiastically to the three of them: "Hey! Brother Ning! Fairy Yao! Long time no see!"

Russell cursed under his breath, then decisively kicked Ah Liang away and quickly put on a smiling face to greet him.

The man and woman, one surnamed Ning and the other surnamed Yao, had a daughter who resembled both of them.

Russell had previously trained on the Great Wall of Swords for a long time, and the three of them were extremely close, sharing a life-or-death bond.

"Russell!"

Upon seeing Luo Su, the female swordswoman surnamed Yao couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and her phoenix eyes flash with murderous intent. She rushed to Luo Su in a few steps, her slender fingers almost poking his nose.

She had heard that the spot that was supposed to be hers had been taken by this guy in front of her. How infuriating!

"Big Sister, please forgive me! I have my reasons..." Without saying a word, Russell clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, immediately making his attitude the most important.

"Madam, Madam, I knew it! Xiao Luo had his reasons..." Ning Yi was sweating profusely as he tried to pull his wife away, but Yao Lingxi shook him off with a flick of her sleeve.

"What reason?! Shut up!" Yao Lingxi glared fiercely at Ning Yi, then turned to continue her all-out attack on Russell: "Russell! Don't think you're so great just because you have four broken swords! Back in the Sword Qi Great Wall, who helped you..."

Unable to break up the fight, Ning Yi could only shrug helplessly at Russell, who blinked innocently.

After finishing the present, Yao Lingxi started bringing up old grievances. The three of them had known each other for quite a few years. Russell himself didn't expect that he could remember so many things over the years. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

As a great sword immortal of the thirteenth realm, Russell was a prominent figure on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The one criticizing him was Yao Family Sword Immortal, a highly renowned figure in the Sword Qi Great Wall.

For a moment, the cultivators on the Sword Qi Great Wall couldn't help but turn their heads, wanting to laugh but daring not to, and could only suppress it, their shoulders twitching and their ears perked up.

Russell was only able to escape his misery when a hunched and emaciated old man approached.

"After all these years, you're still as short-tempered as ever."

Seeing his eldest sister being dragged away by her husband and daughter, Russell finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"The competition among the thirteen will officially begin tomorrow, so you should prepare yourself." Chen Qing looked at Russell, and for some reason, he always felt that the boy's aura had changed, to the point that he could no longer see through him.

"Don't worry, boss."

Both Russell and A Liang held this great respect for the Great Sword Immortal.

The two then left with Chen Qingdu, and not long after, Ning Yi also returned.

Here, they met everyone else in this battle of the thirteen besides the two of them and Ning Yi.

Hidden officials Xiao Xun, Lu Zhi, Yue Qing, Yao Chongdao, Li Tuimi, Zhang Lu, Mi Hu, and three other sword immortals.

The names of the two sides in this struggle are fixed and made public, and their strengths on paper are roughly equal. The key is the order of their engagements.

The patriarch of the Yin-Yang School, Lu, had to exhaust all his efforts to calculate the order in which the opponents would appear.

In response, the eldest sword immortal Chen Qingdu arranged for the great sword immortal Zhang Lu to be the first to fight against Shouchen from the Wilderness World.

Then, in order, were Xiao Xun, Lu Zhi, Yue Qing, Yao Chongdao, Li Tuimi, and Mi Hu. As he had initially requested, Luo Su was ranked eighth, with three sword immortals in between. After that was Ning Yi, and finally A Liang.

"Looks like the rest of us won't have much of a chance to play," Russell chuckled.

No one present objected to these words.

This arrangement is quite interesting. The first seven players can basically secure the victory, and if all else fails, there are always Russell, Ning Yi, and A Liang to fall back on.

All I can say is that this battle for the thirteenth place is a close call.

And just as Russell and his companions had predicted, things turned out exactly as they had. It was already noon the next day.

The massive city wall was filled with a dense, dark mass of human sword cultivators.

Outside the city, the scene was one of billowing demonic energy, obscuring the sky and the sun. Various powerful demons of different shapes and fierce auras, along with an overwhelming army of demons, spread like a black tide to the horizon.

In the first match, Zhang Lu will face off against Shou Chen, a sword cultivator from the Wilderness Realm who has ascended to the Ascension Realm.

With sword energy emanating from the Great Wall, they were brimming with confidence.

However, in reality, Zhang Lu was defeated; no one expected him to lose his first battle.

Fortunately, they won the next six games in a row.

Emerging from the gloom of their initial defeat, the Sword Qi Great Wall fought its way through, sweeping away the oppressive atmosphere on the city walls.

The "13-game match" refers to a best-of-thirteen game, and all the pressure immediately fell on Russell.

If he wins this match, the Sword Qi Great Wall team will be considered victorious.

"Don't lose too badly," Ah Liang said with a chuckle as he sat on the city wall.

Russell didn't say anything, but gave him the middle finger in return.

With a single step, his figure seemed to merge into the wind, instantly disappearing from his original spot. The next moment, he stood firmly in the center of the void battlefield shrouded in a scarlet halo in front of the city.

A green robe fluttered in the raging wind and chilling sword energy, his figure as upright as a solitary peak, yet exuding an almost languid composure.

From the ranks of the Wilderness World, a figure in azure blue emerged. He wore a wide azure robe, his face indistinct, as if shrouded in a layer of misty vapor. His aura was ethereal and elusive, completely out of place with the fierce demonic atmosphere around him.

It was Russell's opponent in this battle, the thirteenth-realm sword cultivator Fuyou.

"Floating, please." The voice was like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, ethereal and distant.

Russell smiled faintly. The ancient sword box behind him seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, emitting a deep hum. Four distinct yet equally domineering sword intents stirred within the box like awakened dragons.

Without any formalities, Fuyou struck first with his sword.

His natal flying sword is named Mayfly, which shares the same name as him.

In an instant, the floating, blurry figure rippled like a reflection in the water. Countless tiny sword lights, almost imperceptible and shimmering with a ghostly blue light, emerged silently from the water vapor around him, like billions of tiny mayflies, and swarmed towards Russell's location.

"Stop, fellow Daoist, please wait."

Russell spoke softly, his tone friendly and his smile warm. Fu You frowned, wondering what had happened, but stopped what he was doing.

"Zheng——!"

In an instant, three dazzling sword lights suddenly burst forth from the sword box on Russell's back without warning, heading straight for him.

"you!!!"

The floating creature was terrified! In the rush, it didn't have time to unleash its full power and could only rely on instinct to frantically activate the water mist around its body for defense.

scoff!

The dazzling sword light grazed past his blurry figure!

The magnificent sword light instantly condensed the moisture on his body into fine ice crystals, and his wide, light blue robe was torn open with a charred rip by the sharp sword energy, leaving him in a sorry state!
Still shaken and with anger flaring up, Fu You was about to shout, "How can a dignified sword immortal be so shameless..."

“I’m sorry,” Russell continued, bowing deeply with utmost sincerity.

This calmed the floating creature's anger slightly.

But just as he relaxed his guard, another clear chime rang out, and a long sword instantly flew out of its scabbard, emanating a misty sword aura.

A dazzling light shone in this space-time, then vanished in an instant.

The mist burst open, revealing the floating figure. It had taken four sword blows and its aura visibly weakened.

Although Russell held an absolute advantage, the Great Wall of Swords fell into a deathly silence.

There were no cheers, no shouts.

All that could be heard were suppressed gasps and gasps of breath; some people were already trying to hold back their laughter, their shoulders shaking.

Some arrogant sword cultivators stared at this scene in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine that a sword cultivator would name their natal flying sword such a name.

What's even more incredible is that someone like that can become a great sword immortal?

Ah Liang covered his face with his hands. Finally, the shameless behavior of this bastard had spread to the wild world.

As for the Wilderness World side, they were even more outraged, shouting that Russell was shameless and that his victory was unfair.

"Shameless! Utterly shameless! How could a sword immortal do such a thing!"

The mayfly roared, raised its sword, and vanished in a shower of light.

At this moment, he was no longer shrouded in any misty vapor as before. Instead, he was replaced by countless tiny specks of light, each as fine as dust yet as solid as a tangible mayfly.

"Catch the sword!"

Fuyou's tone was cold, and his sword flashed.

The slowly rotating azure vortex suddenly boiled over, and countless mayfly sword lights, like a disturbed galaxy sandstorm, instantly broke away from their original trajectory and converged into a dazzling yet silent torrent of dark blue light.

Instead, it was like a raging galaxy with life, carrying a cutting will that could annihilate everything, instantly traversing space and surging towards Russell. Wherever the torrent passed, space was cut and shattered by billions of tiny yet incomparably sharp sword lights.

With this sword strike, Russell abandoned his contempt.

The vast wilderness and the barbaric lands, the human race and the demon race, though they are opposed to each other, do not prevent them from respecting one another.

Russell had initially assumed that the man who killed the leader was a villain from the wilderness, but now it seemed that he was a true believer in the Way, and that his sword should not be dishonored.

A blue lotus appeared in the sky. Russell gripped his sword, solemnly cupped his hands, and then drew his sword, splitting the heavens!
A brilliant, pure white sword light, as pure as the rising sun, slashed down from high above. Where the sword light reached, the surging, dazzling blue torrent suddenly slowed down.

Then, witnessed by countless demons and cultivators.

The waters of this deep blue river were suddenly parted by this bright white light of day, rushing towards both banks.

The white light flowed upstream, tracing its source, but was blocked by an invisible wall a foot in front of the floating creature. In the end, it crumbled inch by inch under the powerful scouring of the surging river.

Fuyou snorted coldly, took a step back, and the water curtain rose again. His blurred face remained calm, and his five fingers suddenly clenched in the void.

A sword's cry resounded, and a sword aura swept across thousands of miles. In front of Russell, the vast void shattered like a mirror in an instant.

"Good sword."

Russell exclaimed in admiration and thrust his sword horizontally. (End of Chapter)