Ch. 313 - All of You Come At Once

What he cultivated was the Flame Overlord Universe Technique.

The more domineering and fearless one was at heart, the more effective this technique became, and the stronger its power.

At this moment, Xiang Qianheng stepped into the air and struck with his palm. Countless sword auras shattered beneath it.

He ignored the sword intent that filled half the sky. His black robe fluttered in the wind.

Under his messy bangs, his eyes radiated overwhelming dominance.

With a cold snort, his palm slammed down, and red spiritforce surged in all directions.

The sky seemed to collapse under the pressure of his palm.

Spiritforce erupted. Space cracked.

Countless strands of sword intent were obliterated within.

Feeling the power of this palm, Undefeated Sword Monarch narrowed his sword-like eyes.

Flashes of light flickered in his gaze as all of his sword intent gathered together and slashed toward Xiang Qianheng.

Boom!

Dust scattered, and the shockwave of the explosion spread out.

The arena beneath their feet split in half from the center.

Everyone focused their attention and saw the two men still standing face-to-face, both looking calm.

"Who won?" a disciple asked curiously.

Undefeated Sword Monarch took a deep breath and silently stepped down from the stage.

As he did, there was a crisp crack, his sword shattered in his hand.

“Xiang Qianheng wins,” the elder on the side quickly announced.

Ignoring the cheers from the crowd, Undefeated Sword Monarch stared blankly at his broken sword.

...

Elsewhere, Xia Zihe swung his wide sword down.

The Wave-Chasing Sword cut through the empty void, bringing with it a towering wave that surged forward.

It was as if the sword in his hand had turned into a vast ocean.

He stood atop the stormy sea, his figure rising tens of thousands of feet high.

Jiang Xi'er’s gaze was calm, her expression as cold as frost.

She extended her pale hand, her entire arm covered in a thin layer of ice.

As the massive wave rushed in, she seemed like a tiny boat amidst the ocean.

The wave rolled and surged, as if it would completely bury her.

But with a light touch of her jade-like finger...

Crack, crack.

The towering wave began to freeze.

In an instant, half the sky was frozen solid.

The chill was overwhelming.

Xia Zihe, standing on the wave, found his feet also encased in thick ice.

Before he could react, Jiang Xi'er appeared in front of him.

Her palm pierced through the void and struck his chest hard.

Boom!

The sky filled with icy explosions. The towering wave instantly transformed into a sword.

Xia Zihe was sent flying, sliding back several meters before stopping.

He looked at the cold Wave-Chasing Sword in his hand and sighed.

"Still too countered..."

“Jiang Xi'er wins,” the elder on the side quickly judged.

On the last arena.

Though Prince Daoyang and Star Sword Fairy fought two against one, they had no advantage.

Jue Ming, the personal disciple of the Seventh Grand Elder, had cultivated the Trapping Formation Technique.

It greatly enhanced the power of his formations, and he was incredibly fast at setting them up.

He trapped the two in separate formations.

Without their joint technique, their strength dropped significantly, and they were defeated one after the other.

As the top three winners emerged, the crowd cheered their names.

The final rankings would be decided by matches between the three of them.

“Elder-” Just as the referee elder was about to make an announcement, Jiang Xi'er interrupted.

“Do the top three have the right to challenge the Holy Son?”

“According to the rules, yes,” the elder nodded.

“I don’t care about the tournament rankings. Even third place means nothing to me,”

Jiang Xi'er said coldly. “I just want to challenge the current Holy Son.”

Xu Zimo smiled as he met her icy gaze.

He slowly stood from his seat.

“What’s going on? Does Jiang Xi'er have a grudge against the Holy Son?”

Disciples in the crowd who didn’t know the truth started murmuring.

Some guessed, “Probably because of the Sixth Grand Elder. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have any conflict.”

“Damn. Little Momo’s in trouble now,” Xia Zihe muttered with a frown.

The other core disciples watched with interest.

The referee elder looked a bit troubled and turned to Xu Zimo for his opinion.

“It’s fine, I’ll handle it.”

Xu Zimo walked forward slowly and glanced at Jiang Xi'er.

Then his gaze swept over all the core disciples present.

He said calmly, “I know many of you have a problem with me. You want to see me fail. I hate trouble. One-on-one challenges are boring. Let’s just make it simple. All of you, come at me at once. I’ll take on everyone.”

The scene erupted in uproar.

“Arrogant!” Prince Daoyang snorted coldly.

Xu Zimo smiled, raised his right hand, and sent a palm strike at him.

Boom!

The space around shattered in layers, and a storm condensed in his palm.

Prince Daoyang’s face changed drastically. He swung his saber...

But was still blasted away with a single palm.

In that instant, the other core disciples who were ready to enjoy the show all turned serious.

They looked at Xu Zimo in disbelief.

“Unfathomable…” Sacred Lord Xiao squinted slightly from the top and murmured softly.

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Come at me together. Otherwise, you won’t even have one.”

As Xu Zimo spoke, the peak pressure of the Imperial Meridian Realm spread from his body.

He stepped into the air, looking down at the disciples below.

Slowly, he drew the Shadow Tyrant. Thunder and flames erupted.

Half the sky fell under his aura.

The Power of Creation surged.

“Come. Let me see how strong this generation of core disciples really is.”

Seeing this, the crowd below was stunned.

“Imperial Meridian Realm’s peak!” someone said in disbelief.

“How is that possible? He’s so young!

That’s as strong as the strongest core disciples!”

“This is gonna be intense.”

The expressions below turned grim. Xiang Qianheng and Undefeated Sword Monarch exchanged a glance.

“Ganging up isn’t honorable,” Undefeated Sword Monarch said calmly.

“But in this case, even teaming up might not be enough,” Xiang Qianheng replied, sensing Xu Zimo’s pressure.

He smiled bitterly, “I heard he even fused with the Hell-Suppressing Deity Physique.”

“You guys go. I’m still his big brother,” Xia Zihe chuckled and stepped aside.

“Then let’s do it together,” Xiang Qianheng released the full pressure of his Imperial Meridian Realm.

He chuckled, “Can’t let our junior brother make a fool of us.”

Jiang Xi'er said nothing. Surrounded by chilling cold, she also flew into the air to join the fight.

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