“Defeating the Extreme Realm in a normal state, that’s just too exaggerated, I didn’t understand it at all!”
“I realized something was off early on, Wuheng Saint Son didn’t even use Returning Ruin to dodge, it’s very likely he didn’t intend to unveil it.”
“Wuheng Saint Son is so strong, why didn’t he use Returning Ruin Instantaneous Movement to dodge and then counterattack? He got injured continuously earlier, it was too rough.”
“Rough? What does getting injured have to do with being rough, haven’t you seen that Wuheng Saint Son’s injuries have already healed up?”
“But winning like this isn’t stylish at all, clearly there was a chance to win unscathed.”
“Can stylishness be eaten as food? What do you think a Saint Heir is? Using his own power just to show off? Saint Heirs have all been honed through countless battles, they will resort to any means to win, and a win is stylish enough!”
The audience below was abuzz, all of them sensing the terror of a Saint Heir in this fight.
Qiu Wuheng turned and stepped off the stage, and on another side, the dozen or so Saint Heirs and Saintesses all wore solemn expressions.
Only a few remained calm and unperturbed.
Lin Qingyue’s eyes shimmered as she revealed a hint of contemplation. The opponent’s Sword Intent had some similarities to her own ultimate soft Sword Intent, but there were significant differences too. Should she face him, she wasn’t sure whether she could be victorious.
In this fight, Qiu Wuheng only showed his swordsmanship, giving many people a sense of oppression.
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As the battle stage was vacated, another new duel quickly commenced.
After several consecutive fights, another Saint Heir was picked, clashing with the elite of the Inner Sect.
However, this time, the Inner Sect Disciple did not possess the Returning Ruins Extreme Realm, but had Divine Power, Heaven and Earth Vein, and Primordial Spirit—the three Extreme Realms. Once all of them burst forth, the Saint Heir simply used Returning Ruin Instant Teleportation and effortlessly defeated him with a single strike.
The ease of this battle made many realize that in front of mastery over the Returning Ruins Extreme Realm, other Extreme Realms appeared somewhat weak.
After all, there was no way to track, coming and going without a shadow, only able to passively take hits, unable to counterattack or keep up, it was too unresolved.
Li Hao watched these exchanges, comparing them to those six individuals from the Dao Law Realm that he had slain earlier in the Dayu Imperial Palace; one of them also possessed the Returning Ruins Extreme Realm, and should be considered among the top talents of the Inner Sect.
Back then, he was still in the Grand Tao of Peace Realm and used enormous effort, finally relying on Celestial Venerable’s will to slay them. But now, he wouldn’t need to go through such trouble.
The fervent fighting continued, over twenty matches in succession, where Saint Heirs and Saintesses all took their turns, and without exception, they all emerged victorious.
Some won with a single easy move, others encountered tough top talents from the Inner Sect with Returning Ruins Extreme Realm and had to expend considerable effort to win, which could be seen as quite a struggle.
Soon, Lin Qingyue made her move, though her luck seemed a bit poor, as her opponent turned out to be a Saint Heir!
As the competition neared its halfway point, the first clash between a Saint Heir and a Saintess level fighter occurred. The drawing of this battle immediately heated up the atmosphere at the venue.
In previous clashes, they had hardly seen the Saint Heirs and Saintesses pushed to their limits, and now, with this dragon and phoenix struggle, there seemed to be hope to witness it.
Everyone at the Sword Ancestor Holy Land was extremely curious about the limits of these top talents, wondering just how far they could go.
Lin Qingyue slightly furrowed her brows, not expecting to have to exert her True Force so soon.
Revealing it in advance made it easy for others to probe her, which could be detrimental to later battles, but there was no helping it now.
“Ah, why is Qingyue so unlucky?”
“Qingyue must win!”
Beside Li Hao, Lin Shanhai and other Alchemists were so angry they slapped their thighs—drawing a Saint Heir in the scoring battle was just too unlucky!
At this moment, Lin Qingyue and the Dragon Slayer Saint Son she had drawn both descended onto the battle stage.
Gazing at each other from afar, both were aware of the other’s situation. The Dragon Slayer Saint Son, with a look of regret, said,
“I didn’t expect to have to face you so soon, but it’s fine. Before I fight Haoyue, let me warm up in advance.”
As these words came out, the audience below exclaimed in surprise, shocked by such a bold statement towards a Saintess. This Dragon Slayer Saint Son was too domineering.
Lin Qingyue’s expression remained indifferent, and she didn’t speak, but slowly drew the sword in her hand and held it quietly.
As the Array sealed the area, the fight began.
The Dragon Slayer Saint Son’s eyes were sharp as he drew his sword, not charging, but stepping toward Lin Qingyue.
Such a posture seemed like what a mortal would assume, but the disciples below knew that at this moment, even a feather falling on the stage would instantly cause a thunderous explosion.
Lin Qingyue and the Dragon Slayer Saint Son were both brewing their own momentum, but as the Dragon Slayer Saint Son stepped within ten zhang, Lin Qingyue’s eyes slightly narrowed.
At the same time, just as she narrowed her eyes, the Dragon Slayer Saint Son suddenly teleported away, disappearing—Returning Ruins Extreme Realm!
Boom!
Suddenly, a roar akin to a dragon’s cry erupted, and the Dragon Slayer Saint Son’s reddish-gold Divine Sword exploded with a deafening howl, appearing above Lin Qingyue’s head and ferociously striking down!
Lin Qingyue, the next second after the opponent disappeared, also teleported away, so when the Dragon Slayer Saint Son reappeared, her body had just vanished, only to reappear behind him. Her hand holding the Green Sword gently swung down like tossing up a sleeve of clouds.
But the energy around them instantly transformed into sword light, viciously piercing through.
The Dragon Slayer Saint Son quickly turned around, swinging his sword light as if he had also predicted Lin Qingyue’s flash position.
The clash of green and gold sword lights didn’t cause the violent shocks one would expect. The reddish-gold sword light seemed to be hitting a cloud of cotton, with a sinking sensation, as Lin Qingyue’s body burst forth with golden Divine Power, her arm strength erupting.
Yet the power she released was like golden radiant clouds, soft and dissipating, turning into firefly-like light that surrounded the Dragon Slayer Saint Son.