Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

"I don't know why, but the moment I saw you, I wanted to kill you."

On the dueling platform, Shangguan Dongxue stared coldly at Xu Mofeng, her tone icy.

Xu Mofeng was stunned for a moment, finding it quite amusing. This inexplicable killing intent was probably because he had seized the inheritance opportunity of the Snow Moon Sect's ancestor. There was a mysterious connection between bloodline and inheritance, which made this guy itchy to fight whenever he saw him.

This matter, of course, cannot be discussed openly.

You can't just open your mouth and shout, "I stole your ancestor's opportunity, so what? Are you angry? Come and hit me!" Although it sounds satisfying, saying it in public would be too undignified.

Xu Mofeng's lips curled into a smile, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "What a coincidence, me too."

"snort!"

Shangguan Dongxue snorted coldly, and her long sword was suddenly drawn. A snow-white sword light, several dozen feet long, carrying a chilling aura, crashed down.

As the blade flashed, a layer of white frost instantly formed on the huge dueling platform, spreading rapidly along the surface.

The power of a single strike is truly astounding!

Xu Mofeng took a deep breath, lightly placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and suddenly drew the sword from its sheath.

Nearly a hundred golden blade energies surged forth, weaving an impenetrable net of blades in the air, rushing straight towards the snow-white blade light.

The two blades of energy, one golden and one white, collided with a deafening roar that instantly exploded.

Shangguan Dongxue remained expressionless, flicked her wrist, and unleashed another slash. This slash was 30% more powerful than the previous one!

Xu Mofeng staggered, and ten figures suddenly appeared on the huge fighting stage, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ghostly Steps!

Ten Xu Mofengs surrounded Shangguan Dongxue from all directions, simultaneously slashing down with their swords.

Rumbling--

Violent explosions rang out one after another, and terrifying blade energy surged in all directions, forcing the disciples watching from the front row to retreat repeatedly, fearing they would be hit by the aftershocks.

The fierce battle between the two on the stage was so intense that not only ordinary disciples but even the sect elders present were slightly moved.

"These two are so strong that even ordinary Golden Core cultivators at the seventh or eighth level might not be a match for them!"

"If I were to go up there, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to withstand one blow!"

"Shangguan Dongxue is too strong! The power of the same level of sword technique increases by 30% in his hands. Is this the terror of an innate sword physique?"

"Strong? Xu Mofeng is the real monster! He's three whole realms lower than him, yet he can still fight him to a standstill, not losing ground at all!"

Gasps of surprise rose and fell from the audience. Elder Zou stared at the figure on the stage, his heart trembling.

He recognized the movement technique. This "Netherworld Ghost Step" was taken from the Scripture Pavilion by Xu Mofeng after he advanced to the core level. In just one month, he had mastered it to such a high level.

The limit of a low-grade Xuan-level movement technique is that it can only create three phantoms. But he managed to create nine, turning a low-grade Xuan-level technique into a top-grade one!?

Such martial arts talent... Elder Zou was speechless for a moment, feeling that even the word "monster" was not enough to describe him.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Xu Mofeng gradually showed signs of weakness.

Shangguan Dongxue truly lived up to her reputation as an innate swordsman. Not only was her swordsmanship exquisite, but her cultivation level was also superior to his. As a result, Shangguan Dongxue's continuous use of sword energy techniques caused his spiritual energy consumption to increase dramatically, leaving him somewhat exhausted.

"Since we can't afford to waste time, let's just break through directly."

Xu Mofeng's eyes flashed, and he swallowed the Golden Core Advancement Pill that he had put in his mouth before going on stage.

In an instant, a surge of spiritual power erupted from his body once more, and his aura suddenly rose to a new level, firmly establishing him as a fourth-level Golden Core cultivator.

"Holy crap!"

"He broke through! Xu Mofeng broke through at the last minute! Golden Core Stage Four!"

The audience stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"He leveled up while fighting?! Is this kid even human?!"

"I'd only ever heard that top geniuses broke through to new heights as easily as eating and drinking, but today I've finally seen a real-life example!"

The most shocked were the disciples of the Biyou Sect and Du Rumei and her group from Liusha Valley, who stood there stunned for several seconds, unable to come to their senses.

How long has it been since Xu Mofeng last broke through to the third level of the Golden Core stage?

Another breakthrough?!

Even more outrageous is that after breaking through, his spiritual power surged like a tide, yet there was no disorder whatsoever. In just one breath, he solidified his realm.

How terrifying must one's spiritual power control be, and how profound must one's foundation be to do this?

"This guy is a monster."

Du Rumei stared at the tall figure on the stage and murmured to herself.

Xu Mofeng's breakthrough at the last minute even surprised Shangguan Dongxue for a moment.

The next second, his eyes turned icy cold: "You dare use me, Shangguan Dongxue, as a whetstone? Aren't you afraid the knife will break!"

Shangguan Dongxue snorted coldly, and a chilling aura suddenly emanated from her body.

He slashed diagonally with his long sword, and large patches of frost spread rapidly along his feet, completely covering the fighting platform with a thick layer of ice in the blink of an eye.

"This is……"

The crowd below widened their eyes in unison, with the Snow Moon Sect disciples shouting excitedly, "Senior Brother Shangguan's Frozen Blade Intent! Senior Brother has unleashed his killing move!"

With a single slash, the temperature within a radius of several miles centered on the dueling platform plummeted, as if the heat of summer had instantly turned into the depths of winter.

The breath of the crowd below the stage turned to frost, and the disciples with lower cultivation levels shivered from the cold.

The speed of this strike was not fast, but it felt as if an iceberg that had never melted for millennia was pressing down on the blade, freezing even the surrounding air. Xu Mofeng had nowhere to retreat and nowhere to dodge.

"This is terrifying! Even a cultivator at the ninth or tenth level of the Golden Core stage wouldn't be able to withstand this strike!"

One of the elders exclaimed with emotion, "Mid-grade sword intent, approaching thirty percent of its full potential! Is this the foundation of an innate sword physique...?"

"Xu Mofeng is doomed to defeat!"

Just when everyone was amazed by this strike and certain that Xu Mofeng was about to be defeated.

The ten phantom figures on the stage suddenly vanished, returning to one person.

Xu Mofeng withdrew his Netherworld Ghost Steps, his longsword in hand, and stared intently at Shangguan Dongxue, saying calmly, "You're lucky; you'll be the first to witness my new technique."

Xu Mofeng smiled, then slammed his longsword into the ground with his other hand. His eyes instantly turned pure black, eerie and cold.

In an instant, the ice layer shattered inch by inch, and wisps of black energy rose up along the blade and around him.

Everyone felt the light in their eyes suddenly darken, and then, a sinister ghost realm seemed to descend upon the world!

"There are five kinds of suffering, with suffering being the foremost. Suffering is unending!"

The sword light, shrouded in black mist, obscured its original brilliant gold.

As Xu Mofeng unleashed his sword strike, the crowd momentarily saw countless evil spirits wielding instruments of torture, sinners struggling in agony on the ground, and raging flames that burned across the sky.

A feeling of despair, pain, and resentment rose from the depths of everyone's hearts and spread wildly like wildfire.

Click—click—

Shangguan Dongxue's icy white blade shattered inch by inch, like a ten-thousand-year-old glacier collapsing with a roar.

Still in a daze, Shangguan Dongxue was slashed hard in the chest with a knife, spitting out blood. She flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily off the stage.

Shangguan Dongxue is defeated!

"What?!"

Beside the dueling platform, countless elders from the six sects stood up in unison, their faces filled with shock.

Duan Lengchan, who had been so confident just moments before, suddenly changed his expression, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

"Superior-grade sword intent! Xu Mofeng has actually comprehended superior-grade sword intent!"

An elder from the Xuanming Palace shouted incoherently.

The disciples below the stage were stunned, their minds buzzing, unable to speak.

"Shangguan Dongxue lost? How could he possibly lose!"

"Hiding his sword intent for so long, and then unleashing it at a top-grade level... This is outrageous!"

"It's pathetic that I haven't even touched the threshold of martial intent, while others have already reached the superior level of sword intent..."

"With such talent in swordsmanship, who truly possesses the innate sword physique?"

Shock, amazement, awe, fear... countless emotions intertwined in the hearts of the crowd, and all eyes were focused on Xu Mofeng on the stage.

At this moment, he was the center of the entire training ground, as dazzling as the blazing sun, so bright that no one dared to look directly at him.

His unexpected moves and miraculous comebacks left everyone stunned.

No one regarded him as an ordinary genius anymore. Even the elders of the six sects and the young masters of the major sects looked at him as if he were a non-human monster.

"This young man is qualified to be included in the Jinliang Elite List."

Ruan Zhenxing, the patriarch of the Xuanming Palace, spoke with a serious expression.

Xie Jiuzhang, standing nearby in the Flowing Sand Valley, nodded with a complex expression: "Surpassing you and me is only a matter of time."

Duan Lengchan's face was extremely ugly. He had lost the bet he had proposed. He flung a storage ring at Feng Wubian and turned to leave.

Although he won the bet, Feng Wubian felt little joy. Looking at the monstrous figure in the arena, he sighed softly, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

The path of martial arts is like climbing a mountain. Those who stand at the summit are most afraid of seeing newcomers catching up with overwhelming momentum. They are right in front of you, yet you can't stop them, and you can't catch up with them afterward.

"Senior Brother Shangguan... he actually lost..."

Within the Snow Moon Sect camp, Zheng Bingtian stared blankly at Xu Mofeng on the stage, his expression dazed.

He was the inner sect chief who had fought Xu Mofeng in the Frost Realm. Now he had broken through to the Golden Core stage and entered the core stage. He thought he could make a name for himself in the martial arts competition, but he was eliminated in the first round.

Looking back at their initial encounter, Xu Mofeng, though displaying astonishing potential, was far from reaching this level. Yet, in such a short time, he has already stood on the highest platform of the Six Sects Martial Arts Competition, shining brightly.

In the Snow Moon Sect, Shangguan Dongxue was always an idol and an undefeated legend in the hearts of all disciples. But now, the legend is shattered, and a new legend is rising, but unfortunately, it belongs to the Azure Nether Sect.

Within the Red Maple Valley camp, there was also one person staring intently at Xu Mofeng on the stage, his expression blank.

"It's him...it really is him...has he really gone this far...?"

If Xu Mofeng were here, he would definitely recognize that this person is Wang Cheng, the "Flaming Hand" who fought against him in the three-clan martial arts competition in Chu Jing City.

Half a year has passed, and everything has changed drastically; the difference between us is like heaven and earth.