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As the primal chaos energy continued to grow, the extremely exquisite energy began to slowly devour Chen Yao's already spacious meridians and his body that had suffered from the backlash.

Although the situation was rapidly improving, Chen Yao still felt somewhat worried, because just now, he did not use his meridians' spiritual energy to make it surge out, just now, he had only used about 60% of the meridian's power, but his body still suffered some backlash. It seemed that after the expansion of the golden needles' meridians, his physical strength had increased along with the golden needles' absorption, but the only thing that could not be overlooked was his body's degree of toughness.

If he were to use 100% of his Jing and Mai's power, his body would most likely explode instantly. Moreover, his elemental energy would be completely depleted, and he would not even have the strength to draw his sword anymore.

So, if 100% of the power of the Meridians were added together by the Sword Drawing Arts, although it could instantly kill the power of the Emperor realm, he could only use the sword once. If he could not successfully instantly kill the person, then he would be the one after death.

Chen Yao was constantly absorbing spiritual energy from the spirit stones. Because he had the Chaos Sword Seed, within two hours, he had absorbed over a hundred thousand spirit stones. His injuries and spiritual energy had also recovered by eighty to ninety percent.

A hundred thousand Spirit Stones could possibly be a year's worth of resources provided by a First Rated Sect Martial King. It was extremely difficult for someone like Chen Yao to use up one hundred thousand Spirit Stones in just two hours.

Although Chen Yao was not lacking in spirit stones at the moment, he was not rich either. A hundred thousand spirit stones could only be used to kill, and he had to endure the pain of backlash. Just thinking about it made him ache.

While Chen Yao was healing himself, the battle on the stage continued.

Chen Yao carefully observed every single match. This was because every single one of them had the potential to become his opponent.

However, Chen Yao was somewhat disappointed. In these battles, the difference in strength between the two parties was not small. Thus, it was not difficult to determine the victor. Many people did not reveal their trump cards.

Those who advanced to the top ten were all within expectations.

Among the top ten swordsmen, other than Light Sword Chu Tian Ge, who had gone into seclusion to break through to the Royal Martial Realm, and Liu Kuang who had died in Chen Yao's hands, the other eight swordsmen had all successfully made it into the top ten.

What surprised Chen Yao was that a female outer sect disciple named Yang Luo had successfully entered the top ten finals.

It was indeed surprising that an outer court disciple was able to enter the top ten.

Also, like Chen Yao, this female disciple only had the strength of the peak of the Genuine Force. Her age was similar to Chen Yao's, and just now, she was fighting a Successor Disciple at the 8th level of the King's Realm.

Chen Yao was also extremely surprised. This was the first time he had seen someone who could fight across borders like him. Moreover, it was obvious that Yang Luo did not use his full strength when facing a Successor Disciple at the 8th level of the King's realm.

This woman was not simple.

Chen Yao muttered in his heart.

But now, everyone understood that the obvious point was that the next top ten matches would be even more exciting. The eight great swordsmen, in addition to the monstrous Chen Yao who had a habit of killing in addition to that of a sword cultivator, were going to be the real competition!

This was also one of the sword faction's younger generation, and it was quite a high level battle.

Chen Yao had also arrived at the arena. The crowd began to draw lots, deciding on the selection and the order of tomorrow's match.

The drawing of lots for the top ten contestants was actually far from being as lucky as the drawing of lots for the top twenty contestants. In fact, the drawing of lots for the top ten contestants was far from being as lucky as the drawing of lots for the top twenty contestants.

But the current top ten contestants were not common people. No matter who chose, it would be a fierce battle. Thus, when everyone was drawing lots, it was much easier.

One to five, five numbers, ten tokens, one for each of the top ten contestants.

Chen Yao's aura was very nervous. Here, only he and Yang Luo had the lowest cultivation bases, the rest were all at the 8th level of the King's realm or above, and every one of them were famous geniuses of the sword faction. Who could guarantee that they wouldn't have any trump cards?

Of course, what Chen Yao was most wary of was that outer court disciple Yang Luo.

He had almost been reduced to a state where his dantian had been destroyed, and he was a trash who could not cultivate. The reason why he could cultivate again and kill people across the border was because he had coincidentally obtained the Chaos Sword Seed and met a lot of powerful people.

The ordinary-looking woman standing in front of him didn't seem to have anything special about her, but this was her most unique aspect. To be able to kill people across borders, that person must have some sort of great treasure, or perhaps an extremely deep background.

But if the other party had an extremely deep background, how could he only be an outer court disciple?

Thus, Chen Yao felt that this woman was extremely extraordinary.

Of the nine people present, who could give him the most sense of danger other than himself, would definitely belong to this girl called Yang Luo. Even the second ranked swordsman of the top ten, Wisdom Mistress Lan Xin, didn't give him such a strong sense of danger.

Chen Yao had a faint feeling that if he wanted to obtain the first place in this competition, he would have to face Yang Luo, who was in front of him.

"..."

"Chen Yao, what number token have you drawn?"

Lan Xin, who was clad in plain clothes, suddenly walked to Chen Yao's side and asked in a low voice.

Chen Yao withdrew his thoughts, took a look at the wooden signboard in his hand and answered truthfully.

"Number 3."

This Lan Xin in front of his eyes always gave him a simple and refreshing feeling, making him feel relaxed and happy. However, because Lan Xin had revealed her feelings to him and wanted to marry him, he still felt a little nervous when he came into contact with her at close range.

"Number 3?" Suddenly her face darkened.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yao asked in a puzzled manner.

Lan Xin said in a low voice, "Just now, I saw that the Mage Sword Liu Ying's wooden plate was also number three. This guy is extremely cold, his attacks are merciless, and his strength is strong, even I might not be his match. No, wait, there must be a problem with this, otherwise, why would you keep on competing with Liu Kuang of the Liu Family?" Someone must have arranged something for me to do. No, I must go and find the headmaster. "

With Lan Xin's intelligence, she had naturally guessed that there was something fishy going on. She turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, don't go."

In a moment of desperation, Chen Yao grabbed onto Lan Xin's jade-like hand.