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In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.
The elders of the two major sects were also taken aback.
Who is this person?
So arrogant?
"You little brat, how dare you be so bold?"
The elder at the forefront of the Lingxu Daozong glanced at Qin Tian's figure, snorted coldly, and sat down with a flick of his sleeve.
The elders from the Ziyang Immortal Sect, upon seeing Qin Tian's arrival, also took their seats.
After all, representatives from the Xuan Yang Sword Sect had come.
One must show respect, at least for the sake of appearances.
At the very least, they should wait to see all eight matches of Qin Tian before making any judgments.
"Qin Tian. It's all up to you now!"
Pei Haidong trembled as he spoke.
He was deeply disappointed with his own performance.
All he could do was place his hopes on Qin Tian's shoulders.
Rokai did not speak, but kept his head down.
He felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
Seven consecutive defeats.
This was the worst record in the history of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
There was no exception.
He felt guilty and even more unwilling to accept it.
"Who just said that the Xuan Yang Sword Sect is without talent?"
Qin Tian snorted coldly as he slowly descended onto the Arena.
Though he was asking a question, his knife-like gaze was fixed on Zhang Wudao, who was arrogantly standing in the Arena.
"Hah, stop looking! It's me!"
Zhang Wudao looked at Qin Tian with utter arrogance.
The disdain in his eyes was palpable.
In his view, although he was ranked third in Lingxu Daozong, if he were in the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, he would undoubtedly be the first.
Seven moves to defeat Pei Haidong.
Three moves to defeat Rokai.
This arrogance, though infuriating, carries weight.
"What’s your name?"
Qin Tian casually glanced at Zhang Wudao and curled his lip.
"Heh, my name isn’t something just anyone can know. If you want to know my name, show me your true skills first!"
Zhang Wudao sneered disdainfully, standing firm as he slowly drew his treasured blade.
To ensure absolute certainty, he decided to use his strongest technique.
He hadn’t used it against Pei Haidong or Rokai.
After all, Qin Tian was the first of the Inner Sect of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
Better safe than sorry.
"I think you don’t need to draw that sword."
Qin Tian chuckled lightly and rubbed his palms together.
"Because if you don't use it and end up losing later, your fellow disciples will have an excuse to say you didn't give it your all and were careless."
Furious!
Zhang Wudao clenched his fists tightly.
His entire face turned red with anger.
If he had been arrogant before, then Qin Tian was beyond reckless.
Did he really think that winning Gong Xueyi's favor made him invincible?
He was too young!
"In a few years, you'll regret today's arrogance and pay the price for it."
With a thud, his foot struck the ground, sending dust flying in all directions.
Then, he lunged at Qin Tian with all his might.
The long knife in his hand gleamed with a dazzling cold light.
"Be careful!"
In the arena below, Pei Haidong and Rokai, who had already experienced Zhang Wudao's strength, shouted out.
They spoke in unison.
I must say, Zhang Wudao's progress this year is truly bizarre.
In previous years, he didn't even qualify for the top three.
Yet this year, he has made remarkable strides.
It's too strange.
Under the Arena, at the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, all the disciples felt their hearts rise to their throats.
If Qin Tian didn't show up, perhaps they would still have some comfort.
After all, our Xuan Yang Sword Sect's Inner Sect champion had yet to arrive.
What were you all so arrogant about?
However, when Qin Tian finally took the stage to fight, they panicked.
Qin Tian was the last hope of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
If he were to suffer a crushing defeat as well,
the reputation of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect would take a significant hit.
This kind of impact could very well prevent the Xuan Yang Sword Sect from ever holding its head high here again.
As a sect with a legacy spanning a thousand years, this was a loss of face they simply could not afford.
In the crowd, Xu Liuyun and Gao Jian sat together.
The two appeared calm, but inside, they were in turmoil.
"Sister Liuyun, do you think Junior Brother can win?" Gao Jian asked anxiously, furrowing his brows.
"Don't be ridiculous; I'm not a deity, how would I know?" Xu Liuyun shot him a glance, avoiding the question.
In truth, she was even more anxious.
She understood that this year's Nine-Man Battle was Qin Tian's only chance to catch up with Gong Xueyi.
If he failed in this Nine-Man Battle, it would not only bring shame to the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
More importantly, Qin Tian would waste three years within the sect.
The Seven-Year Pact would then become an unattainable dream.
She.
She sincerely hoped that Qin Tian could step on the heads of these eight people and enter the Ancient Immortal Path.
There were no connections, no background for the cultivators.
Only the Ancient Immortal Path remained, a way to continue climbing higher.
It was extremely cruel.
Not far away, Shen Tianming, Ling Miaoyi, and the Yan family were all incredibly tense.
Especially the Yan family.
Without Qin Tian's help, they would have had no chance of stepping into the Celestial Gate.
For this reason alone, they desperately wished for Qin Tian to win and achieve his dream.
"Tianming, do you think Brother Tian has a chance to win?"
Yan Qiqi's face turned pale with anxiety.
She had watched the previous battles.
The other two Heavenly Pride from the Xuan Yang Sword Sect had been utterly defeated.
Only Pei Haidong had managed to win a single match by sheer luck.
How could she not be worried?
"If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to win, right?"
Shen Tianming furrowed his brows, unsure himself.
However, he hoped that Qin Tian would emerge victorious.
Only then could Qin Tian participate in the Ancient Immortal Path and have a chance to join the Southern Three Great Sects.
Only then would he have hope of catching up to Gong Xueyi within seven years.
Ling Miaoyi beside him remained silent.
Yet, her pale face, tense with anxiety, revealed her inner thoughts.
Bang!
A loud crash echoed from the Arena.
Then, under everyone's gaze, Zhang Wudao's long knife came crashing down towards Qin Tian's face.
But Qin Tian stood still.
Like a statue.
"What’s going on? Why isn’t Brother Qin dodging?"
Seeing this scene, the Arena was already in an uproar.
This was a strike that could have been easily dodged; why didn't he evade it?
Taking a blow to the face was akin to throwing oneself against a rock!
"Maybe he was just scared?"
"Looks like our Sect has no hope this year."
Some with weaker mental fortitude were already cursing Qin Tian.
In such an important match, why be so careless?
You are not just representing yourself.
You represent the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, the face of tens of thousands of people!
However, on the Elder Seat, Wu Qingyuan's expression suddenly changed.
His fists clenched involuntarily.
"How did this kid manage that?"
It wasn't just him; many elders from the Three Major Sects were also puzzled.
"Not reaching the Qi Control Realm yet being able to walk on air, I can still understand that. But to manipulate souls and unleash a Soul Attack without stepping into the Qi Control Realm... this... is this guy even human?"
"He is a freak."
In the Elder Seat of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, discussions erupted.
Several elders looked approvingly at Wu Qingyuan.
This old man was truly playing with them.
He was hiding a tremendous freak in his hands.
Yet he wore a worried expression.
But why did it feel so satisfying?
On the contrary, among the two major Sect seats, several well-informed elders turned pale.
While the thousands of disciples present were confused, a few Heavenly Pride around them were equally baffled.
But they understood.
This guy was simply a freak.
He had no cultivation in the Qi Control Realm yet could stand on air.
Now, he unleashed the Soul Attack.
Was this still a human?
As expected.
On the Arena, the imposing Zhang Wudao charged forward.
The long knife in his hand gleamed with a sharp cold light, just an inch away from Qin Tian's forehead.
Suddenly, it halted.
Then, with a face full of arrogance, Zhang Wudao spat out a mouthful of blood.
He fell backward, motionless.
At that moment, a smile finally appeared at the corner of Qin Tian's mouth.
"I don't know why, but every time I see the head of a disciple from Lingxu Daozong, I always feel an urge to chop it off."
Qin Tian chuckled softly, crouching down to stroke Zhang Wudao's head.
"Master, if I remember correctly, your birthday is approaching. How about this head as a meeting gift from your disciple?"
Qin Tian turned to look at Wu Qingyuan seated in the Elder Seat.
Then, amidst the crowd's gaze, a crisp sound echoed.
Zhang Wudao's head was severed by Qin Tian in one swift motion.
Blood sprayed out, shooting several feet away.
It was a shocking sight.
"Good disciple! I really like this gift," Wu Qingyuan said as he slowly walked onto the Arena and took the head from Qin Tian's hands.
He then arrogantly looked towards the Lingxu Daozong platform.
The astonished faces were everywhere.
Several elders were still in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Zhang Wudao's head was already severed by Qin Tian.
"Long live Brother Qin!"
Suddenly, after a long silence, the Arena erupted with thunderous applause and cheers.
This head perfectly matched the one that Lingxu Daozong had severed from Brother Du at Sky Peak.
Everyone felt an immense satisfaction inside.
However, this alone was not enough!
The instigator was Zhang Wangchuan.
Without taking his head, the deep-seated grudge from that year could never be resolved.
"You..."
The previously arrogant and sneering elder of Lingxu Daozong immediately stood up.
But when he saw several streaks of light flash and land beside Qin Tian, his expression darkened.
All the elders of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect acted simultaneously.
They were there to protect Qin Tian.
"After what happened back then, I have not laid a hand on your descendants. Are you really going to break the rules first?"
Wu Qingyuan snorted coldly, his fingers clenched tightly.
The head of Zhang Wudao turned into a pool of blood, flowing onto the ground.
Bone residue was all that remained.
Between the Three Sects, due to past events, a strict regulation was enforced.
Matters among the juniors were to be resolved by the juniors themselves.
No elder was allowed to intervene.
If it weren't for this rule, Wu Qingyuan would never have allowed Zhang Wangchuan to leave.
Given what had happened today, the Xuan Yang Sword Sect naturally intended to invoke this regulation.
The elders of Lingxu Daozong could only swallow their anger in silence.
"Good, good, good. Your name is Qin Tian, right? Since you've publicly torn off the facade, then next, Lingxu Daozong will not let you off easily. Zhang Wangchuan, you go!"
This elder was furious.
With a wave of his hand, he intended to send Zhang Wangchuan into the fray.
Who would have thought that a figure in black would suddenly appear before him.
"Elder, I made it clear before that Qin Tian is mine!"
Zhang Lingxu.
It was he who had stated during the Xuan Yang Sword Sect's Inner Sect Competition that one move was all it would take to deal with Qin Tian.
"Alright, this time, hold nothing back and strike to kill."
The elder snorted coldly as Panxi sat down, his entire body trembling violently.
A great humiliation.
For a thousand years, the Lingxu Daozong had never suffered such a loss of face.
This kid was simply asking for death.
"Although it's been a month, I still have to say it. One strike is all it takes to deal with you."
Zhang Lingxu sneered and slowly walked onto the Arena.
The numerous elders of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect retreated to the Elder Seat, eagerly looking at Qin Tian.
Not just them; all the disciples of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect present, as well as Qin Tian's friends, were watching him with immense anticipation.
If only he could kill one more person.
"Years ago, the Lingxu Daozong took my senior brother's head. Today, I will reclaim three heads in total, with interest!"
Qin Tian raised his head, a rare cruel smile appearing on his lips.
"Lingxu Daozong, come and take your life!"
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