Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

It's as if I can already see Lu Xueqi in a sorry state amidst the ghost tide, even being corrupted by the filth.

However, Lu Xueqi's expression remained unchanged.

But a faint hint of disgust flashed across those cool eyes.

This time, she finally moved.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the Tianya Sword.

Clang—!

A clear, melodious cry, like a phoenix's call, yet as cold as the sheath of an ancient, mysterious ice being drawn from its sheath.

Suddenly, the sound resounded throughout the entire Tianyan Stage!

A sword light, as blue as an autumn sky yet carrying a chilling, frosty edge, shot into the sky!

The sword light was not particularly thick or dazzling, but it was pure and refined to the extreme.

It seems to be able to cut off all filth, falsehood, and evil in the world!

The moment the sword was drawn, the overwhelming and unstoppable sword intent that could freeze everything swept across the entire arena!

The surging tide of demons was swept away as if by an invisible cold wave.

The momentum of the charge suddenly came to a standstill.

Many of the smaller ghostly figures let out terrified screams, their forms becoming unstable and disintegrating!

"The Heavenly Jade Sword!"

"What terrifying sword intent! Pure and cold, it's specifically designed to counter evil and wickedness!"

Under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, Lu Xueqi drew her sword and swung it.

The movements were simple, crisp, and without any frills.

He simply slashed horizontally at the stagnant tide of ghosts ahead.

"Frozen for a thousand miles."

A cold, clear voice accompanied the falling sword light.

Wherever the azure sword light passed, space seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down.

The moment the sword light touched the ghost tide, it didn't shatter it, but rather... completely froze it!

Click, click...

A series of teeth-grinding freezing sounds rang out.

The dozens of ferocious ghostly figures at the forefront remained poised to pounce.

It was instantly frozen into a deep blue ice sculpture.

Then, the sword intent passed through the body, and the ice sculpture silently turned into dust.

Along with the malevolent spirits and evil energy within, they were all purified and annihilated!

This freezing and purification spread backwards like a plague, turning ghostly figures into ice dust wherever it passed!

With just one sword strike, the seemingly boundless and terrifying "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" was annihilated.

It was completely swept away!

The arena was cleared, leaving only the lingering echo of the pure, azure sword light.

And the lingering, invigorating chill in the air.

"puff--!"

The vengeful spirit coughed up blood again, this time the blood was dark black and contained ice shards!

The hundred ghosts he painstakingly refined were all destroyed by a single sword strike, and his soul suffered severe damage.

The backlash from the secret technique severed his meridians and almost froze his dantian!

He screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the barrier light screen at the edge of the arena, then slid down, barely breathing.

He had completely lost his fighting ability, his face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with boundless fear and despair.

quiet!

A deathly silence enveloped the entire Tianyan Stage!

Whether it was the powerful figures on the high platform or the countless cultivators watching from below, everyone was shocked by this astonishing sword strike!

Too fast! Too strong! Too clean and efficient!

From beginning to end, Lu Xueqi only used one finger and one sword.

With an absolute and overwhelming force, they shattered the two most vicious and ruthless secret techniques of the core disciples of the Netherworld Valley.

And they severely wounded their opponent, bringing them to the brink of death!

The purest and coldest Tianya sword intent, which was specifically designed to ward off evil spirits, left an indelible impression on everyone.

"What...what a terrifying sword!"

"Is this the strength of the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect? A first-stage Taiyi... she definitely has the combat power of a first-stage Taiyi!"

"This time, the Netherworld Valley... has really bitten off more than it can chew! And it's a red-hot piece of iron!"

"Lu Xueqi... the name of the Heavenly Sword Immortal will resound throughout the Central Continent from this day forward!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of amazement and discussion erupted!

On the high platform, Lingxiao Zhenren, Zixia Xianzi, and Long Zhantian all showed expressions of admiration and solemnity.

This woman's talent in swordsmanship is truly terrifying; her future is limitless.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Dao Xuan's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Master Shuiyue's face was filled with undisguised pride.

The viewing area on the west side is located in the Netherworld Valley area.

Yin Jiuyou's face was beyond ugly; it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The will-o'-the-wisps flickered wildly in his eyes, containing boundless rage and shame!

His carefully arranged "care" did not harm Lu Xueqi in the slightest.

Instead, he was slapped hard in public by the other party in such a crushing way!

The vengeful spirit was severely injured, the hundred ghosts were destroyed, and the Netherworld Valley was utterly disgraced!

He stared intently at the aloof figure on the arena, sword sheathed, white robes still spotless.

He glanced venomously at the white-clad figure sitting calmly at the top of the platform, roaring inwardly:

"Dao Xuan! Qing Yun! This matter... is not over!"

The arena's restrictions were lifted, and a disciple quickly went up to carry the severely injured and unconscious Li Hun off the stage for treatment.

Lu Xueqi calmly walked off the stage.

Returning to their original area, it felt as if they had only done something insignificant.

The Heavenly Sword was drawn, and its power astonished the world.

Its potential is just beginning to emerge.

The commotion at the Tianyan Stage did not subside even after Lu Xueqi's world-shaking sword strike.

Instead, after a brief silence, it exploded like water droplets splashing into a pan of oil!

Discussions, exclamations, and doubts converged into a noisy wave.

However, amidst this wave, a chilling, piercing voice, filled with rage and resentment, emerged.

Like the shriek of a vengeful ghost, it suddenly overwhelmed all the noise and rushed straight to the high platform!

"Dao Xuan Zhenren!"

Qingyun Sect!

What a magnificent sight!

What ruthless methods!

The Netherworld Valley Master, Yin Jiuyou, suddenly stood up, his black robes fluttering even without wind.

The billowing, malevolent energy surged like dark clouds, enveloping the entire area where he was located.

His withered fingers pointed like ghostly claws at the fierce spirit that had just been carried off the stage.

The horrific scene of someone barely clinging to life, their dantian shattered, and all the demons destroyed, was accompanied by a shrill voice:

"Let's have a friendly spar, but stop when we've reached our limit!"

You Qingyun disciples, how could you be so ruthless and vicious, crippling someone's cultivation foundation and destroying their magical treasures?

Is this a show of defiance against those around the world?!

Or is it that your Qingyun Sect is relying on producing a Taiyi top scorer?

So you think you can disregard my Netherworld Valley and the rules of the martial arts tournament?!

His words were piercing, slapping the labels of "ruthless," "domineering," and "disregard for rules" firmly onto the Qingyun Sect.

Behind them, the people of Youming Valley also raised their voices in protest, voicing their angry condemnation.

In an instant, all eyes in the room were once again focused on the event.

The focus was on the white-clad figure at the top of the platform, who had remained seated motionless from beginning to end, his expression as calm as a deep, still well.

Lingxiao Zhenren frowned slightly, exchanged a glance with Zixia Fairy and Long Zhantian, and was about to speak to mediate.

After all, although Yin Jiuyou's words were extreme, Li Hun was injured in such a state.

If not handled properly, it can easily leave room for criticism.

However, Dao Xuan spoke slowly at this moment.

His voice was not loud, it could even be described as calm, yet it possessed a strange penetrating power.

Like a clear spring rinsing over stones, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Fellow traveler?"