I manage female characters in all the heavens.

No matter how strong the owner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is, how could he possibly take on seven people by himself?

Li Mochou raised her wine glass, a charming smile playing on her lips.

"Alright, do as you please. I'll be waiting for your epic battle."

"Also, you should take this Listening to the Rain Sword back. Such a divine sword should not be allowed to tarnish in my hands. It deserves to shine in the hands of its original owner."

It's completely useless to me now, not much different from a fire poker. It only shines when it's in your hands.

Gu Xilou caught the flying sword, flicked the blade with his fingertips, and listened to the familiar humming sound. He sighed, "Finally, it's time for us to shine."

He turned around to face the seven experts whose faces were already filled with hostility, raised his long sword, and his aura became sharp.

Huang Yaoshi's face turned ashen: "You have quite the nerve, sir, to think you can take on all seven of us by yourself?"

Hong Qigong also snorted coldly: "Young man, there is a limit to arrogance."

Zhou Botong blinked and said, "Are you sure? Although I love fighting, it would be a bit unfair if it were seven against one."

Gu Xilou smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

He simply raised his longsword slowly, the tip pointing at the seven masters, and softly said:

"please!"

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, and Lin Yunshuang all had a dark expression.

They have been a force to be reckoned with for many years, and they have never been looked down upon like this before!

"Arrogant brat—take this!"

Hong Qigong was the first to strike, unleashing the full power of the Extreme Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

A golden dragon-shaped aura, visible to the naked eye, roared and pounced toward Gu Xilou with a world-destroying power!

Transforming true qi into physical form was a mythical feat in the past, but now it's something Hong Qigong can do with ease.

And Gu Xilou—

He slowly swung his sword.

That sword strike looked ordinary, without any fancy moves, and it wasn't fast either.

However, when that sword light collided with the golden dragon-shaped energy—

"laugh--!"

A soft sound.

The golden dragon-shaped energy, as thin as paper, was sliced ​​in two by the sword light!

Hong Qigong's pupils suddenly contracted!

Before he could react, the sword light had already shot straight in and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye!

"Be careful!" Huang Yaoshi quickly intervened, unleashing a burst of Illusory Yin Finger Force to try and block the sword light.

However, the sword light simply turned slightly and easily neutralized the Illusionary Yin Finger Force.

Then, with a swift slash, a sword aura shot out from the sky, sending Huang Yaoshi flying backward!

"Go together!"

Master Yideng let out a low shout, and his self-restored Six Meridians Divine Sword swept out!

Zhou Botong, Ouyang Feng, Lin Yunshuang, and Guo Jing also made their move at the same time!

The seven top experts finally made up their minds and joined forces to besiege Gu Xilou!

But Gu Xilou, as expected of a transmigrator who had long been secretly invincible, possessed boundless cultivation and swordsmanship, and managed to withstand the siege of seven masters who had already surpassed the level of the original Five Greats.

At first, he struggled to hold on and was injured in an instant, coughing up blood. But just as he said, he made rapid progress in battle!

His movements became faster and faster, and his swordsmanship became more and more fluid and natural.

Originally, he needed to think and make judgments to neutralize the combined attack of the seven people, but gradually, he no longer needed to think at all.

His body seemed to react naturally, and each of his swords appeared at the most appropriate position.

He's making a breakthrough.

He actually kept improving and evolving in battle, becoming stronger and stronger, seemingly without end!

Gu Xilou became more and more excited and absorbed in the fight.

Gradually, he stabilized the situation and even put the seven people on the defensive!

He was immersed in the exhilarating battle, feeling the progress of his swordsmanship and the advancement of his realm with each step.

Finally, he broke through a barrier and unleashed a single sword strike!

That sword shone brightly!

The countless sword shadows shone like falling stars, condensing into a sword light that defied description, slashing towards the seven masters!

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Master Yideng, Ouyang Feng, Lin Yunshuang, Guo Jing—

All seven of them let out a muffled groan as they were blasted away by the sword light, crashing heavily outside the arena!

They struggled to their feet, their faces filled with disbelief.

They...lost?

Seven people teamed up, yet they were defeated by one person?!

Gu Xilou stood in the center of the arena, holding a long sword, his whole body exuding an astonishing sword aura.

His eyes were brighter than before, as if they contained stars.

His aura was even more vast and unfathomable than before.

He knew he had made a breakthrough.

He completely broke through the bottleneck that had plagued him for over a decade due to the lack of rivals, and entered a completely new realm.

He is now more than twice as strong as he was when he fought against the seven people before!

He turned around and looked in the direction of the palace, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"Miss Li..."

He raised his longsword, its tip pointing directly at the white-clad figure on the throne, his voice trembling slightly, filled with anticipation and fervor:

"Come on, go all out, let's fight to our hearts' content!!"

Come and fight! Help me reach a higher level and transcend this world!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared at the figure in blue robes standing in the center of the arena, radiating a soaring sword aura, then at the white-robed immortal venerable still silent within the magnificent golden palace—

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Then, the figure in white finally moved.

Li Mochou slowly rose from her throne and chuckled softly, "Have you ever seen the sky?"

She extended her fair, jade-like right hand and, standing on the high platform, gently pressed it down on Gu Xilou from a distance of more than ten feet.

There was no sword energy crisscrossing, no sword light flashing, and no earth-shattering phenomena.

But Gu Xilou's expression suddenly changed.

Because he sensed that the sky had changed.

The once clear and bright sky seemed to be covered by a giant hand, suddenly darkening, completely obscuring the sun, and the whole world instantly entered darkness.

Not only light, but also sound, smell, and the movement of the wind seemed to have completely disappeared, and the whole world instantly became empty.

Then--

A black sun that shouldn't have been visible, yet was clearly visible, suddenly rose, its unparalleled presence instantly filling the heavens and earth, and crashed down upon him!

Gu Xilou tried to dodge, but found that he couldn't move at all, and couldn't even take his eyes off the sun.

He could only watch helplessly as the sun crashed down with an unstoppable force!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar on the level of the soul!

As everyone stared blankly at Gu Xilou, who had suddenly gone into a daze, a loud boom was heard, and the ground within a six-zhang radius of him suddenly sank!

A huge, rounded crater appeared in the center of the arena, as if it had been forcibly created by some invisible force.

Gu Xilou stood in the center of the deep pit, unharmed, but his body was stiff and his face was pale; he had just come to his senses.

He raised his head, looking at the white-clad figure on the palace roof, his lips trembling, and finally uttered a single sentence:

"What...what is this...?"

Li Mochou sat back on the throne, holding her wine cup, and smiled slightly.

"Of course, it's martial arts."

Gu Xilou felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he collapsed to the ground.

Martial arts? You call this martial arts?

So what am I practicing?!

Chapter 147: History Reversed, Ten Years of Harvest, The Legend of the Condor Heroes Ends

The second Mount Hua Sword Tournament concluded in such an unprecedented showdown.

Its scale, intensity, unexpected process, and unexpected outcome were all unprecedented.

The scale of the event was immense, with martial artists from all over the world gathering at Mount Hua, sixteen top masters competing on the same stage, and the mysterious and unpredictable owner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Gu Xilou, fighting alone against seven peak experts, pushing the momentum of the sword competition to an unprecedented peak.

The intensity was low; aside from some minor friendly fire incidents during the initial melee, there wasn't much truly bloody fighting throughout the entire duel.

Because everyone knew that the one who truly decided the outcome was not them, but the white-robed immortal who remained on the high platform.

Unlike the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament, which lasted seven days and seven nights, this time the entire tournament was completed in just one afternoon.

The process was so unexpected that no one expected Gu Xilou to suddenly appear out of nowhere, and even less expected that he would break through his bottleneck in the battle, defeating seven masters in one fell swoop and demonstrating terrifying strength that surpassed even the top masters.