Return to Tibet to Yinmang

Sixth Martial’s move was simply too fast.

It wasn’t until the Silver Dragon revealed its true form, a silver spear, that the tianxuan mirror slowly displayed a description.

“The spear strikes like a Dragon, shattering all in its path.”

After piercing Xu Guzhi’s body, the silver spear suddenly turned, piercing through the sky full of Sword Qi one by one.

Only then did it leisurely return to Sixth Martial’s hand.

At this moment, the Lianshan giant swords unleashed by Xu Guzhi had still not touched Sixth Martial’s body.

Amidst the might of the silver light, they subtly vanished.

Xu Guzhi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking in disbelief at the “child” before him, who showed no emotional fluctuations whatsoever.

The tide of the battle turned in an instant.

In fact, most of the Cultivators watching the battle across the world hadn’t clearly seen what had just happened.

It was only through the tianxuan mirror’s repeated slow-motion replays that they understood the details of the fight.

Consequently, they all gasped in admiration.

“What incredible speed! What formidable spear techniques!”

“What is Sixth Martial’s background? He’s too strong! I think some Combined Dao Immortal might not even be his opponent!”

“Fellow Daoist, who are you referring to? You might as well say it directly.”

…

However, Xu Guzhi, who was pierced by the silver spear in the arena, did not immediately concede defeat.

He took a deep breath, and his bodily injuries fully recovered.

Xu Guzhi slightly opened his mouth and swallowed the straight sword in his hand.

The sword entered his body, and his form vanished.

Xu Guzhi just disappeared so openly under everyone’s watchful eyes!

It was the explanation that appeared in the tianxuan mirror that made the Cultivators understand what had happened.

“Sword returns to concealment, kill in the Void Realm.”

On Sixth Martial’s face, for the first time, a slight emotional fluctuation appeared.

But it was merely a fluctuation.

He stood motionless in the Void Realm, extended his right hand forward, and beckoned, making a provocative gesture.

Almost instantly, an invisible sword light suddenly appeared not far above Sixth Martial’s head.

Silently, just as it was about to sever Sixth Martial’s head.

A silver light roared to meet the “Returning Concealed Sword,” blocking the killing blow.

Sixth Martial’s gaze swept around, but he still couldn’t find Xu Guzhi’s trace.

Another invisible Sword Qi struck, undetectable by others.

But it was still blocked by his silver spear at the instant before it touched Sixth Martial’s body.

“Though the sword is formless, its intent moves without a conscious mind.”

“The spear of Martial, the ultimate of speed, shatters all techniques.”

The tianxuan mirror’s explanation appeared again.

Li Fan stared at these two lines of text in the small mirror for a long time, then recalled the battle scenes of Sixth Martial and the other person, gaining some enlightenment.

Xu Guzhi’s Returning Concealed Sword was indeed extraordinary; even Sixth Martial truly couldn’t discover its trace.

However, Sixth Martial’s speed was simply too fast.

It was more than one level faster than Xu Guzhi’s.

Sixth Martial had also mastered the method of conscious movement without a conscious mind, and thus, at the moment he was about to be attacked, he manipulated the silver spear to block the Returning Concealed Swords one by one.

From this perspective, it was clearly an impossible task for Xu Guzhi to defeat Sixth Martial.

But for Sixth Martial to defeat Xu Guzhi…

It also seemed very difficult.

Sixth Martial seemed to have had enough of such teasing, and his brow furrowed for the first time.

Violent silver light surged from his body, sweeping outwards, vowing to destroy everything it touched.

The tianxuan mirror’s screen was instantly completely engulfed by the silver light.

After a brief moment of blindness, the scene in the mirror gradually returned to normal.

“This time, that Xu Guzhi must surely be dead.”

Just as many Cultivators were thinking this, another invisible sword light, like a lingering ghost, slashed towards Sixth Martial.

Xu Guzhi was still concealed somewhere in the arena!

Seeing this, Li Fan’s eyes immediately lit up: “This method is truly excellent for preserving one’s life.”

Sixth Martial was clearly infuriated by Xu Guzhi’s rogue tactics.

Silver lightning snakes continuously swept through the surrounding space, even stirring up streaks of black Void Realm cracks.

But he still couldn’t find Xu Guzhi.

From the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s spectator seats, jeers and curses couldn’t help but erupt.

“What kind of competition is this? If you can’t win, you just hide?”

“I think he shouldn’t be called Xu Guzhi anymore, he should change his name to Xu Turtle!”

But no matter what others commented, Xu Guzhi remained unmoved, concealed in the Void Realm.

He continuously launched attacks at Sixth Martial, one sword after another.

It seemed that this battle would likely never end, even if it lasted until the end of time, but ultimately, after friendly negotiations between both sides.

A dramatic result occurred.

The first match of the first day of the competition actually ended in a draw!

This result greatly exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Only in the [Dao Spreads Across the World] section of the tianxuan mirror, a Cultivator posted such a message.

“Holy crap! It really was a draw, 300 times payout? I’ve really turned my life around this time!”

Attracting countless Cultivators’ envy and curses.

After Xu Guzhi and Sixth Martial left the arena, they rested for a moment, and the second match began.

Li Fan also recognized the Cultivator sent by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance; it was Shuo Feng, nicknamed “I Am Invincible.”

However, the representative from the Five Old Men Association was a limping disabled person.

Although this “Limping Daoist” looked unremarkable, he was actually formidable in combat.

Every gesture seemed to contain countless powers. Even space was distorted, causing the tianxuan mirror’s live broadcast to become blurry.

But Shuo Feng was not to be trifled with; he managed to block all of the Limping Daoist’s attacks solely by relying on his golden, shining armor.

Then, the two entangled for a long time, and ultimately, Shuo Feng seized the opportunity, wielding forty-nine Flying Swords to defeat the Limping Daoist.

The second match was won by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

However, Shuo Feng himself did not show much pride on his face. He cupped his hands towards the Limping Daoist and left without a word.

He seemed to be not very satisfied with his victory.

“Shuo Feng’s victory lies in the sharpness of his Magic Treasure, not in the bravery of his martial arts.”

Even the tianxuan mirror surprisingly displayed such a comment after the match.

Logically speaking, such a thing that boosts others’ morale and diminishes one’s own side’s prestige should not happen.

But it did happen.

“Who is Shuo Feng?”

“His Magic Treasure is so powerful! If I had that set of equipment, I don’t think I’d be much weaker, would I?”

“Just you? He has a good mother, what about you? You’re just daydreaming!”

“Good mother? Fellow Daoist, elaborate.”

…

Cultivators across the land discussed animatedly, and for a time, everyone knew that Shuo Feng was Feixue Xianzun’s good son.

Perhaps his ability to participate in this competition had something to do with his mother.

Regardless of what Shuo Feng himself thought, amidst such heated discussions, the third match began.

It was originally thought to be another fierce battle, but the result of the match came very quickly.

With just one punch, the representative sent by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was defeated.

And the one who threw that punch was the seemingly unremarkable peasant woman from the Five Old Men Association.