If it weren’t for the protective barriers formed by talisman arrays around the Martial Arts Platform, merely the aftermath of the battle would have been enough to take away a batch of lucky spectators!
“This, this is our Tai Hua Holy Land’s secret technique—the Emperor Tier mid-grade Cultivation Technique ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’!”
“It’s said that every Holy Son, Holy Maiden, Holy Son Candidate, and Holy Maiden Candidate will cultivate this supreme technique!”
“This is too awesome, an Emperor Tier mid-grade Cultivation Technique ah! The most superior technique I’ve cultivated is only of the Sacred Tier.”
“We can only envy them, for such treatment is only for the peerless geniuses of the Holy Land.”
The people of Tai Hua Holy Land were seething with excitement.
An Elder spoke, “Jiang Hong, this Jiang Yu from your Jiang Family has good talent. He has cultivated the ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’ to the seventh level in the Quasi-Emperor Realm.”
“Haha.”
Jiang Hong stroked his beard, his face brimming with pride.
Jiang Yu was a genius nurtured by their Jiang Family, the only one who might become the next Saint Lord. In the past three thousand years, Jiang Hong even left retirement to guide Jiang Yu in cultivation, all for the purpose of making Jiang Yu the Saint Lord.
Unlike the Yaochi Holy Land, where yin thrives and yang declines, the Tai Hua Holy Land favors yang over yin. When Lin Xuantong was young, he once ranked second on the Qilin Ranking, a monstrous genius who was clearly more talented than his two daughters.
If Lin Xuantong had a son, based on the bloodline inheritance of the Lin Family, there would be an even higher chance of awakening the ancient bloodlines.
That’s why the successive Saint Lords of the Tai Hua Holy Land have always been Holy Sons.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuantong only had two daughters, and after his most valued Disciple, the Qingyang Immortal Emperor, married into the family, he went missing for no reason.
Thus, this gave Jiang Yu his chance.
“Truly a formidable enemy of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.”
Lu Changsheng also began to operate his Cultivation Technique.
It was also the ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’.
At the same seventh level.
“How is this possible!”
Jiang Yu was shocked, unable to believe it.
Even as a mere ninth-tier Golden Immortal, Lu Changsheng’s understanding of ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’ was actually on par with his!
“It seems that the momentum between Daoist Changsheng and Jiang Yu isn’t much different?”
“No wonder the Saint Lord chose to accept Daoist Changsheng as a Direct Disciple. Looking at this, his talent seems to be even higher.”
The Elders and Disciples watching the battle were shocked and whispered among themselves.
Those Disciples who initially were not optimistic about Lu Changsheng now realized that something was amiss.
Even though Lu Changsheng’s realm was lower than Jiang Yu’s, his comprehension of the Cultivation Technique was equal to Jiang Yu’s—this was the gap in talent!
“To have cultivated the Emperor Tier mid-grade Cultivation Technique ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’ to the seventh level in the ninth-tier Golden Immortal Realm, just short of the eighth and ninth levels from Great Perfection. Such Comprehension is simply astounding.”
“Perhaps once he reaches the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he would be able to cultivate ‘True Solar Fire Yuan Skills’ to Great Perfection.”
“Able to cultivate an Emperor Tier Cultivation Technique in the Golden Immortal Realm and to such an extent, this child is a monster.”
“No wonder Xuantong said this child’s talent might even surpass that of Qingyang. Qingyang was already once in ten million years type of peerless genius, even entering the top ten of the Qilin Ranking. Yet, this child is even more monstrous.”
All seven Ancestors were moved, and even Jiang Family Ancestor Jiang Hong, who supported Jiang Yu, had an ugly expression on his face.
Lu Changsheng was far more monstrous than he had imagined.
The Elder Ancestor of the Lin Clan asked Lin Xuantong, “I heard that a monstrous genius has recently appeared in the Kunlun Holy Land. After not much cultivation, he has already ranked in the top ten of the Qilin Ranking. What do you think of how your disciple compares with him?”
Lin Xuantong remained calm, “Without having fought, it’s hard to say. Perhaps they will have a chance to compete in the future.”
Another Ancestor interjected, “The Kunlun Holy Land has always been proud, even occupying a forbidden territory and directly establishing a sect there, quite imposing indeed. But Kunlun Holy Land truly produces one extraordinary figure after another. This time, another monstrous genius has emerged out of nowhere, truly admirable.”
The Elder Ancestor of the Lin Clan fell into thought, “If I remember correctly, the person who was at the top of the Qilin Ranking, surpassing Xuantong, is now the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Mountains.”
At this time, Lin Xuantong finally showed emotion, “That person is indeed a monster, I ultimately fell short of him.”
The few Ancestors and Lin Xuantong all had serious expressions when they spoke of the Kunlun Holy Land.
The many Holy Lands are filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Since the Holy Lands rarely clash with each other, their true foundations are not well-known.
Even Tai Hua Holy Land and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple wouldn’t oppose each other lightly, as they’re unsure of the other’s depth.
But the Kunlun Holy Land is rather special, its strength is publicly acknowledged to be among the top three among the many Holy Lands.
Tai Hua Holy Land’s Lin Xuantong and several Ancestors all believe their foundation is not as profound as Kunlun Holy Land’s.
Kunlun Holy Land itself was established atop a forbidden territory of the Immortal Realm, which is enough to show its dominance.
Lin Xuantong and the few Ancestors refocused their attention back to the Martial Arts Platform.
The competition between Lu Changsheng and Jiang Yu had finally begun!
Jiang Yu extended his right hand and grasped, and a dark red Longsword appeared in his hand.
This was a top-quality Holy Artifact.
Hum.
With a beckoning of his left hand, Lu Changsheng drew the mid-grade Holy Artifact, the Zixiao Immortal Sword, from its sheath.
“I refuse to believe that on the path of the Sword Dao, you can keep pace with me!”
Jiang Yu’s figure vanished on the spot!
Some disciples from the Holy Land with lower realms had yet to see how Jiang Yu disappeared when he had already teleported in front of Lu Changsheng, thrusting his longsword straight at a vital spot!
Clang!
Lu Changsheng caught Jiang Yu’s dark red longsword with his left hand holding the Zixiao Immortal Sword.
Ordinary disciples of the Holy Land were unable to discern Jiang Yu’s moves, but Lu Changsheng saw them as clear as day.
The Innate Taoist Body allowed Lu Changsheng to make great strides in his comprehension of both the Sword Dao and the Space Law day by day.
The Dual Cultivation System even returned Xia Ningxue’s Sword Dao Comprehension, further allowing Lu Changsheng to cultivate the Sword Scripture of the Divine King to the Great Perfection realm.
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The two exchanged blows in rapid succession, their swordsmanship divine and entrancing. The two Immortal Swords were like streaks of lightning, with sparks flying everywhere.
Both men had some comprehension of the Space Law, moving like phantoms in a dizzyingly fast manner.
Seeing the stalemate, Jiang Yu grew increasingly impatient.
He could not defeat Lu Changsheng with an invincible stance, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied.
After all, Lu Changsheng was a whole realm lower than him.
Jiang Yu created some distance, bit his finger, and sacrificed his blood to his sword, causing his dark red longsword to shine brightly red, with its sword momentum doubling!
“Lu Changsheng, the position of Holy Son is rightfully mine!”
A fierce wind rose, and Jiang Yu’s sword attire buzzed, his aura rising repeatedly.
After testing Lu Changsheng’s strength, he decided to sweep Lu Changsheng away in an invincible manner, proving himself!
“Worthy of being a peerless genius ranked ninety-seven on the Qilin Ranking, such sword momentum makes even my soul tremble.”
A Golden Immortal realm Elder was sweating profusely.
If it were he who was fighting Jiang Yu, he would have been killed by Jiang Yu’s sword in an instant.
Lu Changsheng calmly released nine talismans.
Everyone thought that Lu Changsheng would meet Jiang Yu’s swordsmanship with his own, never expecting Lu Changsheng to use talismans at this moment.
The nine talismans shone brightly, and nine Golden Immortal puppets appeared, eight of which held an Immortal Sword each.
Lu Changsheng casually tossed the Zixiao Immortal Sword to the ninth Golden Immortal puppet.
Nine Immortal Swords, forming the Nine Heavens Sword Formation!
Nine sword qi shot up into the sky, cutting through space, their presence no less than Jiang Yu’s.
“This sword formation is too powerful!”
“Nine Holy Artifacts, he utilized nine Holy Artifacts!”
The Elders and disciples present were moved once again.
Nobody expected Lu Changsheng to combat Jiang Yu with a Sword Array.
Moreover, Lu Changsheng didn’t even take action himself but controlled nine Golden Immortal puppets to indirectly counter Jiang Yu’s swordsmanship.
Jiang Yu’s aura peaked, and with an unstoppable momentum, his sword sliced through the air toward Lu Changsheng: “Morning Break of the White Sun!”
The Nine Heavens Sword Formation met the dark red sword momentum, shaking heaven and earth, causing the ground to quake!
The Martial Arts Platform shattered, and shockwaves continuously battered the surrounding barriers.
All nine Golden Immortal puppets showed cracks, their bodies shaking violently.
Jiang Yu’s sword was overwhelmingly vast, and an ordinary Golden Immortal would have already been annihilated.
It was only with great effort that the Nine Heavens Sword Formation composed of nine Golden Immortal puppets managed to block Jiang Yu’s move.
However, Jiang Yu suddenly realized that Lu Changsheng had disappeared from his original spot.
“Damn it!”
Jiang Yu immediately turned his head to look behind him.
Lu Changsheng had already teleported behind Jiang Yu and smashed out a punch: “Baji Fist!”
This punch generated a sonic boom and slammed hard into Jiang Yu’s face!
Lu Changsheng didn’t need any magical artifacts.
Cultivating the Qing Emperor Eternal Life Art to the eighth level, his body’s toughness was comparable to half an Emperor Soldier.
His fist was the best magical artifact!