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Zhang Lingxu's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Qin Tian's tone struck him as ridiculous.
It had been a long time since anyone had spoken like that in front of them.
They had long forgotten how the last person who dared to say such things had met their end.
“Qin Tian, I must tell you, from now on, you are no longer qualified to leave the Arena.”
Zhang Lingxu was also a very proud individual.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at Qin Tian turned sour immediately.
His fists clenched tightly.
With a crack, he suddenly stepped forward.
In an instant, his figure appeared right in front of Qin Tian.
Just moments ago, they had been quite far apart.
Now, they collided fiercely.
“I don't know how much chance of victory there is in this round.”
In the arena, many disciples anxiously watched the two figures.
If Zhang Wudao ranked third at the bottom of Lingxu Daozong, his Qi Control Realm cultivation was still enough to give Xuan Yang Sword Sect a headache.
Zhang Lingxu and Zhang Wangchuan, who had yet to take the stage, had already stepped into the Qi Control Realm. Their displayed combat power far exceeded that of Zhang Wudao.
Qin Tian's chances of winning were, to be honest, very low.
Although Qin Tian's previous rampage and the slaying of Zhang Wudao had been exhilarating, both Zhang Lingxu and Zhang Wangchuan could easily achieve similar feats.
They were simply on a different level compared to Zhang Wudao.
Even those seated in the Elder Seat, who were usually composed, felt an inexplicable tension.
While Qin Tian spoke with bravado, they all understood the reality of the situation.
The current Xuan Yang Sword Sect indeed needed a morale boost.
However, the outcome of the battle was uncertain.
Even Wu Qingyuan took a deep breath and watched intently.
"One strike will defeat you!"
Zhang Lingxu maintained his pride.
His right hand tightened around the hilt of a long knife, which slowly emerged.
This knife, compared to Zhang Wudao's, was worlds apart.
If Zhang Wudao's blade was heavy as the earth,
then Zhang Lingxu's knife was as free and wild as the sky.
The arrogant blade light burst forth, spreading violently.
Around the Arena, sharp cracking sounds erupted.
Powerful energies converged in his palm.
Faintly, it seemed as if a silver Jiao Long materialized in his grasp.
This was not merely a blade light; it had subtly begun to take on a tangible form.
"How strong!"
Those present gasped in astonishment.
Although everyone had already understood Zhang Lingxu's strength,
many still felt a jolt in their hearts upon witnessing this scene.
It seemed he truly intended to fulfill his promise.
With a single strike, Qin Tian was defeated.
Generally speaking, such a decisive victory occurs only when there is a significant disparity in strength.
However, Zhang Lingxu possessed that kind of arrogance.
No matter how displeased the disciples and elders of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect were, it was of no consequence.
"These self-righteous fools! Even I want to give them a good beating!"
A voice slowly echoed in Qin Tian's right eye.
Sweating profusely, Qin Tian never expected that even the Martial God Senior could not hold back.
"Kid, can you take him out with one blow? If not, I can lend you a hand."
The opponent was simply too annoying; otherwise, the normally composed Martial God Senior would not have spoken up directly.
"If I wear the Mask, perhaps I can!"
Qin Tian pondered carefully.
To outsiders, it seemed like just a fleeting moment. Yet within his heart, Qin Tian was contemplating a great deal.
"This time, let me handle it. Only if absolutely necessary will I call upon you."
Qin Tian clenched his palms tightly, resolute in his decision.
Martial God Senior, although capable of extraordinary feats, ultimately, the enhancement of one's own strength is the true path. Unless absolutely necessary, one must never let Martial God Senior take action.
"This arrogant guy, I have to give him a good beating," he thought.
After uttering this final remark, Martial God Senior vanished without a trace.
Qin Tian nodded, a faint smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Beat him? My target won't be that easy."
Qin Tian shrugged and smiled slightly.
"Silver Dragon Frenzy Blade!"
As those four words fell, Zhang Lingxu, standing a few steps away from Qin Tian, unleashed an extraordinary strike.
Brilliant blade light flickered.
A massive silver dragon took shape, opening its enormous jaws wide as it lunged toward Qin Tian with ferocity.
The air itself seemed to freeze.
Qin Tian clenched his fists tightly, yet remained completely still.
It was strikingly similar to the previous round.
However, in the last match, Qin Tian had launched a Soul Attack unexpectedly, catching Zhang Wudao off guard.
This time, with Zhang Wudao's experience as a lesson, how could Zhang Lingxu possibly fall for the same trick again?
In the Arena, many individuals with weaker mental fortitude had already closed their eyes.
Wasn't that a relief?
To do the same thing twice in a row?
Did they really think others were fools?
On the Lingxu Daozong seats, the elder who had spoken arrogantly was now laughing heartily.
"Foolish. Do you really think Soul Attack is invincible? In the face of absolute strength, any schemes or tricks are insignificant."
While he smiled, Zhang Wangchuan, sitting upright, suddenly furrowed his brow.
An ominous premonition began to linger in his mind.
There shouldn't be any problems, right?
Zhang Wangchuan cleared his throat and forcibly suppressed the strange thought in his heart.
But what unfolded next made his pupils shrink suddenly.
To the size of a pinhole.
How could this be possible?
At this moment, it was not just him.
Even the elder sitting across from him trembled all over.
The stone table beside him shattered into pieces from the impact of his palm.
At the Ziyang Immortal Sect's seating area, everyone gasped in astonishment.
It was unbelievable.
In the arena, after a brief silence, tens of thousands of spectators erupted into thunderous cheers and applause.
At the Elder Seat of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, they finally recognized their Brother Qin.
A dozen figures stood up in unison.
Wu Qingyuan's face turned bright red with excitement.
"Well done! This is our Xuan Yang Sword Sect's first Heavenly Pride."
As these words fell, the tens of thousands of spectators in the arena went completely wild.
Indeed.
After Gong Xueyi's departure, Qin Tian was undoubtedly the first Heavenly Pride of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
Moreover, his performance today was enough to earn him the title of Heavenly Pride.
In the Arena, Qin Tian’s slender figure seemed to conceal an immense power.
He raised one delicate hand and tightly gripped Zhang Lingxu's neck.
With a single hand, he lifted him off the ground.
Zhang Lingxu hung in mid-air.
His face turned pale.
The long sword that had fallen to the side still shimmered with a silver dragon-like glow.
"This guy is too cunning. He pretended to use Soul Attack, remaining still until Lingxu Daozong was right in front of him, then struck unexpectedly for the win."
The elder from Lingxu Daozong wore a gloomy expression.
Too cunning.
Too calculating!
How did he come up with such a method?
If he had used this strategy in the first round, he would have been killed on the spot.
However, it was precisely because he had executed Soul Attack in the first round, instantly defeating Zhang Wudao.
That was why he remained motionless in this round.
It was a situation that could not be taken lightly.
Zhang Lingxu claimed to be indifferent to Qin Tian, but how could he possibly underestimate him in his heart?
This very mindset led to his downfall, allowing Qin Tian to secure victory with a single strike.
"Damn it, do you dare to face me head-on? Do you believe I can take you down in one move?"
Zhang Lingxu's face flushed red with anger.
Weak and with his throat gripped tightly, he felt as if his life was slipping away rapidly.
"I'll give you a thousand chances, but the outcome will be the same."
Qin Tian spoke coldly, then turned his gaze towards the brothers below in the arena.
"The second head goes to Xuan Yang Sword Sect, for all my fellow disciples."
As he spoke, he tightened his grip.
A sharp crack echoed through the air.
Zhang Lingxu's face turned pale, and with a deep sense of despair, his head shattered with a loud bang.
The headless corpse fell onto the arena.
Years ago, Lingxu Daozong had taken the life of my brother.
Today, three heads will be offered to avenge that deep-seated grudge.
Watching Qin Tian consecutively slay two men was a sight to behold.
The first head, dedicated to Master Wu Qingyuan.
The second head, offered to all the senior brothers.
The blood feud from years ago, and the various grievances endured by the Xuan Yang Sword Sect at the hands of the Lingxu Daozong over the years, began to fade in the hearts of all the disciples at this moment.
"Hmph."
At the Lingxu Daozong's seats, an elder's face was ashen.
Unsure of what to say, he could only express his feelings with these two words.
"Let's go!"
Another elder beside him looked at him and hesitated for a moment.
"Go? My Lingxu Daozong has stood for a thousand years; when have we ever suffered such oppression? If we leave like this, what face will we have to meet our ancestors? Zhang Wangchuan, three years ago, you nearly died on the Ancient Immortal Path; it was I who saved you. Today, promise me one thing.
This person cannot be left alive. He is more detestable than that fellow from back then. Kill him; this time, not only must we behead him, but we must also erase him completely. If those old geezers dare to intervene, then so be it. I will risk my life to ensure your safety. Go!"
This elder clearly valued Zhang Wangchuan greatly.
He regarded him as his last hope.
Zhang Wangchuan nodded gracefully.
With a smile, he slowly walked down from the platform.
Zhang Wangchuan was on the move.
In the arena, tens of thousands of gazes converged on him.
The atmosphere.
In an instant, it became suffocatingly tense.
Rustle.
The wind stirred, clouds rolled.
A single yellow leaf fluttered in the breeze.
Qin Tian's hands trembled slightly, almost involuntarily.
Fear!
This was the reaction that arose in Qin Tian's heart upon seeing Zhang Wangchuan.
Until now, he had never encountered Zhang Wangchuan before.
In fact, there had been no interaction between them whatsoever.
Yet, at the moment he laid eyes on Zhang Wangchuan, a deep-seated apprehension welled up within Qin Tian.
Early mastery of the Qi Control Realm!
This was an opponent he both desired to surpass and, deep down, wished to avoid confronting.
For the first time, his heart felt so conflicted.
"Junior Brother, this time, I will take the lead!"
At that moment, a voice echoed through the air.
The tens of thousands present erupted in commotion.
Then, a figure slowly descended from the distant sky.
In an instant, whether it was the thousands of disciples or all the elders of the Three Major Sects, everyone turned their gaze toward this figure.
Even Zhang Wangchuan, who stood opposite Qin Tian, couldn't help but look up at the approaching form.
However, upon seeing this figure, a hint of mockery flashed across Zhang Wangchuan's face.
"Heh, a defeated foe. Last time you barely escaped death; do you really think I will grant you mercy this time?"
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