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

Qingfeng's expression changed, and he hurriedly retreated.

Taiyuanzi gave him no chance, taking a step forward with his sword following him.

The sword energy transformed into a silvery-white ribbon, which cascaded down like the Milky Way from the heavens. Wherever the sword energy passed, the void was cleaved open with a fine crack.

The bolt of lightning, carrying the power to cleave mountains and rivers, aimed straight for Qingfeng's chest.

With this sword strike, Taiyuanzi unleashed his true skill, using the killing move of the Taiyuan Sword Technique, Severing the Void!

Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply. He had no time to dodge and blocked with his sword.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

Qingfeng retreated a hundred steps, the web between his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, which was gripping the sword, split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword. His entire arm was numb.

He looked up, his eyes filled with horror, for a deep gash had appeared on his sword.

Taiyuanzi's sword was already firmly positioned three inches in front of his throat.

However, Taiyuanzi did not continue his attack. Instead, he sheathed his sword and stood still, saying, "I concede."

Qingfeng looked down at his trembling hands, remained silent for a moment, and then said with a bitter smile, "I have lost. Your swordsmanship is unparalleled, and I admire you."

There was a moment of silence, then the east stand erupted in deafening cheers.

"We won!"

"Well done, Taiyuanzi!"

"One sword strike can shatter all laws! That's so cool!"

"Two sword strikes, just two strikes. The opponent didn't even have a chance to retaliate!"

The cultivators from the Origin Realm stood up excitedly; some clapped and cheered, some whistled, and some slapped their thighs and laughed.

"Haha, isn't the Little Immortal Realm going to complain? Go ahead and shout again!"

"Senior Brother Taiyuanzi is awesome!"

On the west side of the stands, the cultivators from the Lesser Immortal Realm looked at each other with grim expressions.

"Qingfeng lost just like that?"

"That's the personal disciple of the Azure Heavenly King..."

"Two swords...only two swords..."

An old cultivator sighed: "It's not that Qingfeng is weak, it's that Taiyuanzi is too strong."

The faces of the young immortals in the Lesser Immortal Realm turned even uglier.

Zi Yu frowned and whispered to Chi Yan beside her, "Qing Feng's strength is no less than mine. He was defeated by two swords. If I were to go up, the result wouldn't be much better."

Chi Yan clenched his fists, remaining silent, but the seriousness in his eyes was unmistakable.

Lingyun held the pipa, her fingers slightly clenched, and said softly, "The Supreme Child of the Origin Realm is even stronger than we imagined."

Yao Xing's expression remained calm, but her gaze remained fixed on the white-clad figure for a long time.

The Little Immortal Realm faction remained silent for a long time.

Ziyun stood up, looked behind her, and strode towards the training ground.

As one of the recognized leaders of the Lesser Immortal Realm's King Realm, he had to step forward.

"The second match, I'll take it." He walked to the center of the arena and said in a deep voice, "Who will fight me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly exploded.

A surge of purple energy shot into the sky; it was the unique Purple Heaven Battle Qi of the Purple Heaven King lineage, extremely powerful and fierce, and incomparably domineering.

His hair stood on end, his eyes flashed with purple light, and the air currents in the entire training ground were stirred by his aura.

Ziyun took off his outer robe, revealing a strong, muscular physique. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a drum, and as he exhaled, a white wisp of air shot through the void like an arrow.

"I'll do it!"

Within the Origin Realm camp, a burly young man stood up.

His face was resolute, and his body exuded a faint dragon's might. He was none other than Long Zhan, the youngest son of Long Gu Tian Zun.

"Let me have a go at you." Long Zhan grinned and strode towards the training ground.

On the training ground, Ziyun and Longzhan stood facing each other.

Ziyun clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Ziyun, please enlighten me."

Long Zhan clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Long Zhan."

Ziyun made the first move. He didn't use any weapons or fancy supernatural abilities; he just threw a punch right away.

The punch was like a purple thunderclap, the wind howling as it struck, carrying an unstoppable and domineering force, aimed straight at Long Zhan's face.

Instead of retreating, Long Zhan advanced, meeting the attack with a punch of his own.

boom!

The two fists collided, and the resulting shockwave overturned several stone slabs at the edge of the training ground.

The two men each took a step back, then charged forward simultaneously.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, fighting from the center of the training ground to the edge, and then back to the center.

Purple clouds and purple light flowed, dragons fought and dragon energy surged, and the wind from their fists stirred up flying sand and stones.

Each punch was accompanied by thunderous sounds and dragon roars, the collisions deafening.

The battle was extremely fierce, lasting hundreds of moves, and neither side could gain the upper hand.

"Brother Long, let's settle this once and for all!"

After another strike, Zi Yun's body surged with purple light, like a purple sun rising. He clenched his fists, and purple lightning condensed into two purple pillars on his fists.

"Purple Heaven Breaks Through!"

With both fists out, two purple beams of light blasted towards Long Zhan, tearing the void apart and creating two deep trenches in the ground.

"good!"

A glint flashed in Long Zhan's eyes. He neither retreated nor dodged, but instead roared to the sky.

He activated his true dragon bloodline to its fullest extent, causing his dragon energy to surge and transform into a golden true dragon that coiled around his arms.

"True Dragon Shatters Stars!"

With both fists slammed out, the golden dragon roared as it charged toward the purple pillar of light.

boom!

The two forces collided, and the resulting shockwave overturned most of the stone slabs in the training ground.

The purple beam of light and the golden dragon were locked in a stalemate for a moment, then the golden dragon suddenly exerted its power, crushing the purple beam of light inch by inch.

Long Zhan's fists pierced through the purple light and slammed heavily into Zi Yun's chest.

Ziyun retreated more than ten feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on one knee.

Long Zhan withdrew his fist and did not continue his attack.

Ziyun clutched her chest, struggled to her feet, looked at Long Zhan, remained silent for a moment, then clasped her hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "I lost!"

Long Zhan comforted him, "Your strength is also quite good. If it were a different opponent, you might not have lost."

Ziyun smiled bitterly: "A loss is a loss, there's no need to comfort me."

He turned around and staggered back to the Little Immortal Realm camp.

The cultivators from the Lesser Immortal Realm fell completely silent in the stands.

"Senior Brother Ziyun has also lost..."

"That's the undisputed leader among the King-level cultivators in our Lesser Immortal Realm..."

"He was defeated in thirty rounds..."

Are all the prodigies of the Origin Realm monsters?

"This Long Zhan is too strong. He has the bloodline of a true dragon and his physical body has reached sainthood. Among those of the same level, who can withstand a single punch from him?"

The cultivators from the Origin Realm cheered with joy, but some remained calm.

"Long Zhan won, but Zi Yun is indeed not weak; the two of them were able to fight for so long."

"The Supreme Child is indeed the Supreme Child; his foundation is incomparable to that of ordinary geniuses."

At the opening bell, Black King was ecstatic.

It crouched beside a large bag, its tongue lolling out, panting heavily, its eyes filled with longing.

Wu Liang squatted on the other side, holding an account book in his hand, his fingers rapidly moving the abacus beads, muttering to himself.

"Taiyuanzi wins, bets on Taiyuanzi are 1.3, bets on Longzhan are 1.2..."

After Wu Liang finished calculating, he looked up at Hei Huang. The two exchanged a glance and grinned at the same time.

Black Emperor snatched the large bag in one bite, and it rattled inside, overflowing with source stones and divine energy.

It slammed the bag onto the ground, and with a whoosh, colorful Originium and Divine Origin rolled all over the floor.

"We've struck it rich!" Black King's tail wagged like a windmill as he shouted, "How much did we make this time? Calculate it quickly!"

Wu Liang fiddled with the abacus for a few moments, then his eyes lit up: "After deducting the losses, the net profit is 800,000 source stones, plus 500,000 Great Luo coins!"

"Hahahaha!" Black Emperor laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"I knew it! Opening a business and making money is the only way to go. What's the point of fighting? That's what brutes do. Making money is what's truly meaningful. I, Black Emperor, am indeed exceptionally clever!"