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"Pull it out."

Earlier, Chen Yao had used the defensive capabilities of his sword armour to protect himself, before using the Prison Sword Technique to block out the spiritual energy in front of him. After finding a thread of hope for himself, he used the Imperial Sword, Riding the Wind, to instantly reach ten thousand zhang in the sky.

In the end, he was able to increase the speed of his descent through the skies.

He used the Sword Drawing Arts.

It was not just a simple Sword Drawing Arts, but he had used all the spiritual energy in his body. His meridians had expanded to become a hundred times larger than that of an ordinary person.

Originally, Chen Yao had been using the Sword Drawing Arts in a normal manner, but he could already stack a hundred sword moves. It was no longer an ordinary medium-grade heaven-step sword skill.

At this moment, he was also using the power that was a hundred times more powerful than usual. Naturally, it made him even more terrifying and powerful. Although after this sword strike, Chen Yao would be exhausted and powerless, even lacking the strength to lift his sword, Chen Yao was very confident.

"Pull it out."

Chen Yao shouted in anger. The Heaven's Severing Sword had already been pulled out from the Sword of Rejuvenation's sheath. A terrifying energy enveloped the entire battlefield, making it difficult for anyone to even breathe.

A sword aura that was like violent lightning poured down from the sky and shot towards Liu Zigui.

As they looked at the bright and strong sword light, even the faces of the Emperor Martial Realm elders on the viewing platforms became extremely serious and they also had a bit of a fearful feeling.

This sword strike had actually frightened them, who had already been a Martial Emperor for several years? In fact, they felt that this sword attack had the possibility of causing their deaths.

A Zhen Wu Realm cultivator was actually able to display such a powerful sword art?

This sword skill should already be infinitely close to high-grade heaven-step, so much so that it had already reached the level of high-grade Heaven-step.

It had to be known that the Sword Drawing Arts had never been cultivated successfully by anyone in the sword faction. Furthermore, it had originally only been an Earth-ranked sword skill. Now, Chen Yao was actually able to unleash it to such an extent.

Was this kid really so monstrous?

"..."

Seeing the terrifying sword aura piercing down at him, Liu Ziying didn't have any extra time to think because Chen Yao's speed was too fast. In fact, his speed was even faster than lightning.

"Prison Sword Technique."

The only thing Liu Zigui could do now was to face it head on.

It was impossible for him to dodge. The power of the sword light was enough to cover the entire arena, and there was nowhere for him to run.

In just an instant, a cage formed from hundreds of sword Qis appeared above his head.

Right now, he did not dare to have the slightest bit of carelessness or concealing anything.

He had thought that Chen Yao was very powerful. However, he had never imagined that Chen Yao would actually be this powerful.

"Let's see if you can lock onto my sword aura this time!"

Chen Yao's eyes were filled with hostility as he watched Liu Ziyin perform the Prison Sword Technique once more.

"Break."

BOOM!

With Chen Yao's angry shout, the terrifying sword qi created by the Sword Drawing Arts shot into the net formed by hundreds of cages.

However, this time, the cage was not able to trap this arrogant and powerful sword Qi.

However, the prerequisite for this was that the power of the attack would not exceed the endurance of these cages.

Now, it was clear that these cages could not endure any longer. In just an instant, all of the cages were pierced through like balloons.

That terrifying sword aura continued to shoot downwards.

"Boom!"

The entire arena was instantly destroyed by the sword beams, turning into ruins.

Liu Ziyun's figure flew up from the stage. He didn't fly up on his own but was blown away by the explosion. His clothes were all destroyed and his body was covered in countless sword marks. Blood kept flowing out. His injuries were severe to the extreme.

"How is this possible?"

Ever since Liu Ziyun became famous, he had never lost a single time. Yet now, he lost to a Genuine Force Swordsman? This was something he had never thought of himself.

Although it would be difficult for him to kill Chen Yao, he would definitely be able to kill Chen Yao.

But why had he lost to Chen Yao? No, this was impossible. His eyes were filled with an intense unwillingness as he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Thud."

His body heavily fell into the crowd below the arena, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The surrounding doctors quickly carried him away to save his face, but it was unknown if they would be able to save him.

Chen Yao's figure also descended from the sky. He landed on the pile of rubble, which had been blasted into a large crater and was now filled with smoke.

Only after the smoke and dust dispersed did his figure reveal itself.

He stabbed the Heaven Smiting Sword deep into the ground. His two hands tightly gripped the Heaven's Severing Sword, only then was he able to stand still. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his legs were trembling from exhaustion.

But he was still standing.

He had won.

He, who was at the peak of the Genuine Force, won against the famous Liu Lin, who was extremely powerful.

Chen Yao's figure was somewhat thin, but at this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, he was extremely tall.

He simply became the idol in the hearts of these disciples. He was a legend, a myth. They had reason to believe that Chen Yao would lead the sword faction and sweep away their previous haze, leading them towards a new and powerful sword faction.

"Senior brother Chen Yao won, he won!"

In the midst of the shocked silence, the service disciples were the first to recover from their shock, before starting to cry out like a tsunami.

Chen Yao was the leader of their service disciples. The fact that he could win was the glory of all their service disciples.

However, ever since their Servant Peak had Chen Yao, everything had become much better. They could cultivate as if they were ordinary Sword Sect disciples, and Chen Yao had even brought them more glory time and time again.

As all the service disciples frantically shouted Chen Yao's name, many of them had tears streaming down their cheeks.

"I won."

Chen Yao's state of mind started to become somewhat unclear and his eyes started to blur. His hands, which were holding the Heaven Severing Sword, also started to tremble as his legs became even more unsteady.

His body began to fall backward.

Lan Xin, who was standing at the very front of the arena, reacted quickly. With a leap, she arrived beside Chen Yao and hugged him tightly.

In a trance, Chen Yao seemed to see the face of Mo'er, who had died for her.

"Mo'er."

With great difficulty, he lifted his hand and gently caressed Lan Xin's face. Although Lan Xin slightly frowned, she didn't dodge.

Chen Yao muttered to himself.

"Mo'er, I've missed you so much. I've let you down. Actually, I also like you a lot, but I was afraid that you would get hurt because of me. That's why I pretended not to see your feelings."

I can't deceive myself, I like you. I like you, Mo'er, do you see that right now, I have become very, very strong. When I become in the Emperor Profound Realm, I will find a method that can save you. I will absolutely not let you suffer alone!

"Wait for me. Wait for me. You must wait for me."

"Mo'er, I miss you."

Two streams of clear tears flowed down from Chen Yao's eyes.

"So you can still cry?"

Lan Xin looked at Chen Yao's childlike appearance, somewhat envious of Luo Mo who had died for Chen Yao. However, what she felt more was heartache.

"Do you really not like me?"