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A figure walked slowly from a distance, and it was none other than Qin Tian's Third Senior Brother.
He emerged from Sky Peak Cave, standing on the Arena amidst the astonished gazes of everyone.
He had no head.
A robust body stood there, surrounded by Celestial Mist.
As they gazed at this legendary figure, it wasn't just the disciples below the Arena who were captivated.
Even Wu Qingyuan, seated in the Elder Seat, was choked with emotion.
"Heavenly River, have you recovered?"
Wu Qingyuan rose to his feet, his ancient body trembling violently.
His voice quivered as he spoke.
"Master, Heavenly River has indeed recovered. Although I have no head, who says one cannot continue on this path without one? In the past, the Primeval War God—Xingtian—fought valiantly without a head and was unmatched in the Primeval era, wasn't he?"
The voice resonated deeply, like the sound of bells and drums.
"Third Senior Brother."
Qin Tian trembled. This Third Senior Brother, he had only heard about him from others.
Having never seen him before, now that they met, there was a feeling of regret for not having encountered him sooner.
"Junior Brother, you have performed quite well. Now, let me take over! This conflict that began with me should also be resolved by me."
Third Senior Brother, Du Tianxing, spoke loudly.
Indeed.
Since Du Tianxing lost his head in the Nine-Man Battle three years ago, the enmity between the Xuan Yang Sword Sect and the Lingxu Daozong had reached its peak.
Three years of warfare, countless skirmishes.
The Xuan Yang Sword Sect had lost more than it had won.
Many elite disciples had been lost.
This chaos that began with Du Tianxing should also be ended by him.
"Heh heh, a defeated foe dares to come and humiliate himself. Three years ago, I could take your head. Today, I can still take your life."
Zhang Wangchuan, who had reached the initial stage of Qi Control Realm, naturally had this confidence.
"Heh heh, this time, do you dare to bet with me?"
The voice of Third Senior Brother Du Tianxing was deep and slow.
He didn't know where the voice was coming from.
It felt quite peculiar.
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Wangchuan sneered.
"This time, I'm betting my life. Only one of us can leave the Arena. How about it?"
Du Tianxing smiled lightly before speaking.
"Good, that suits me just fine."
Zhang Wangchuan chuckled, drawing a long knife from his waist.
The cold gleam was fully revealed.
The sharpness was unmistakable.
"Senior Brother, be careful!"
Qin Tian sighed and slowly walked down the Arena.
He sat between Rokai and Pei Haidong.
Rokai didn't glance at Qin Tian, keeping his head down, seemingly still trapped in the shadow of seven consecutive defeats.
Pei Haidong, however, smiled genuinely and patted Qin Tian on the shoulder.
"Sure! Kid. No wonder you have caught the attention of Gong Xueyi."
If he had previously felt unconvinced by Qin Tian, questioning why someone with such good conditions, such strong talent, could only be an ordinary friend of Gong Xueyi, that feeling had now completely changed.
Qin Tian, who had just arrived, was able to instantly capture Gong Xueyi's eye and become the center of attention.
Now, he was completely convinced.
A guy who hadn't even stepped into the Qi Control Realm had actually defeated two strong opponents who had already entered that realm in a single move.
Such a record, even Gong Xueyi might not have achieved something like this.
However, Gong Xueyi's background destined her to be extraordinary.
But Qin Tian seemed to be just a prince born in a fallen dynasty.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Qin Tian could be considered noble by birth.
Yet in the eyes of cultivators like them, a prince of a dynasty was truly seen as someone born mediocre.
How on earth did this guy manage to do it?
"I didn't embarrass you."
Qin Tian smiled, having a good impression of Pei Haidong from the start.
At this moment, their conversation was lively and enjoyable.
However, soon after, the battle on the Arena began.
The two of them stopped chatting and focused intently on the fight.
Pei Haidong couldn't help but admire.
Although Sky Peak had the fewest members among the three peaks, one couldn't deny the prowess of its disciples.
First, there was Du Tianxing, who dominated the arena and single-handedly ruled over the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
Then, this Du Tianxing was decapitated by Zhang Wangchuan in a Nine-Man Battle and fell silent for three years.
It was thought that the glory of Sky Peak had come to an end.
Who would have guessed that not long after, Gong Xueyi, a powerhouse from the Central Continent, arrived? He once again upheld the backbone of Sky Peak.
Compared to Du Tianxing, Gong Xueyi was no longer just a ruler of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
He directly crushed the Heavenly Pride of the Three Sects' generation.
He instilled such pressure that an entire generation dared not lift their heads.
Three years later, Gong Xueyi was brought back to the Central Continent.
Originally, everyone believed that the glory of Sky Peak had come to an end.
Who would have thought that a Freak would emerge?
Qin Tian!
This guy, although not yet at the level of crushing an entire generation, making the Three Great Heroes of the Three Sects unable to lift their heads, was still impressive.
He had crossed a realm with his Channeling Realm cultivation, forcefully defying the odds and defeating a Qi Control Realm expert.
Then, he even cleared the Nine Dragons Hall.
It was astonishing to the point of feeling unreal.
Sky Peak.
It was truly bizarre.
Shaking his head, Pei Haidong stopped thinking too much and focused on the match.
Bang!
The battle in the Arena had just begun and was already reaching a fever pitch.
Tens of thousands of disciples present, along with all the elders from the Three Sects, held their breath and gazed at the Arena. These two were set to reenact a peak battle three years later.
One was from Lingxu Daozong, a once-in-a-century genius.
He enjoyed attention that surpassed that of ordinary disciples.
One was the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, which had shone brilliantly three years ago as the Heavenly Pride.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the pillar of the younger generation of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect three years ago.
These two had faced off in a peak battle three years prior.
In the end, just as Du Tianxing was about to secure victory with overwhelming pressure,
Zhang Wangchuan resorted to deception, unleashing a strand of his father's spiritual power that he had long prepared.
He severed Du Tianxing's head.
If it weren't for the elders of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect risking their lives to save him,
Du Tianxing would have likely fallen three years ago.
After lying low for three years, they were set to reenact their peak battle once more.
The attention was immense.
Although this battle did not affect the outcome of the Nine-Man Battle,
it was a confrontation that concerned the dignity of both the Xuan Yang Sword Sect and Lingxu Daozong.
Boom!
Though Du Tianxing no longer had a head, he remained incredibly sharp.
In his hand, the sword glimmered with a purple light as he executed a series of dazzling Pinnacle Martial Arts moves. It was a feast for the eyes, but it also made it clear just how hard he had worked over the past three years.
Anyone else in his position would have likely given up by now.
Yet, bearing humiliation and hardship, he had doubled his efforts for this day.
Qin Tian sighed. Ever since he moved to Sky Peak, there were nights when he would go to Summit to gaze at the moon and contemplate his martial arts. During those moments, he could faintly hear the resonant sounds coming from the Cave of his Third Senior Brother, which was closest to Summit.
At first, he was quite surprised by the sounds.
But after eavesdropping a bit, he realized that they came from the Cave where Du Tianxing, his senior brother, resided.
Although they had never met in the more than six months since arriving at Sky Peak, nor exchanged a single word, they shared certain similarities.
If someone were to visit Sky Peak in the middle of the night, they would witness this scene:
At midnight, Qin Tian stood at Summit, gazing at the moon and contemplating his martial arts while listening to the resonant sounds emanating from the Cave of his Third Senior Brother.
Then, he smiled happily and continued his cultivation.
It seemed that both of them were aware of each other's presence, so every day was like this.
Hearing each other's voices felt like having companionship in the lonely night.
Although they had never exchanged a word.
They had met once.
Yet, they had been spiritually connected for a long time.
At this moment, seeing Third Senior Brother finally standing on the long-desired Arena made Qin Tian genuinely happy for him.
Third Senior Brother Du Tianxing had also reached the early stage of Qi Control Realm in his cultivation.
On the opposite side, Zhang Wangchuan was at the same early stage of Qi Control Realm as well.
Both of them had similar cultivation levels, and their techniques in terms of quantity and quality were not far apart.
Even the rank of the magical tools in their hands was quite comparable.
It was a match between equals.
As Qin Tian watched, he gained a lot from it.
The methods to enhance cultivation and combat power could be divided into two main categories, aside from diligent practice.
The first method is to experience a Life-and-Death Duel firsthand.
In the midst of life and death, one can find fleeting inspiration.
This is the fastest and most direct way to enhance Cultivation and Combat Power.
However, the danger is extremely high.
A moment of carelessness could lead to downfall.
The second method is to observe strong opponents in battle.
Of course, the two combatants should not be too far above the observer's level.
If they are too strong, many things will be incomprehensible.
If they are too weak, it would be meaningless.
The battle between Du Tianxing and Zhang Wangchuan served as an enlightening classroom for Qin Tian.
From this fight, Qin Tian grasped several principles.
"So that's how the Yin Sha Nine Demon Sword can be used. Wait, that's not right; Third Senior Brother used the Evil Spirit Seven Demon Sword, but the principles should be similar."
"So sword techniques can be applied this way. I've truly gained a lot from this; it's far better than just burying myself in training."
Qin Tian was overjoyed.
Beside him, Pei Haidong felt a pang of embarrassment at Qin Tian's reaction.
He found it quite strange why Qin Tian's progress was so significant, almost changing a little every day and making a big leap every three days.
He felt puzzled.
He believed his own talent was already quite good, but compared to Qin Tian, the gap was particularly obvious.
Now he understood that this kid was a true martial arts fanatic.
While you were cultivating, he was cultivating too.
While you were resting, he was still cultivating.
While you were eating, sleeping, pursuing romantic interests, or going out for drinks with friends, he was damn well still cultivating.
Even from just watching the matches, he could draw insights from the techniques used by both sides and turn them into his own skills.
If he couldn't surpass himself, that would be a miracle.
Beside him, Rokai usually thought he was working hard enough.
Now he realized how far behind he truly was.
They couldn't help but admire Qin Tian, this martial arts enthusiast.
In the arena, the two sides had already exchanged blows for at least three hundred rounds.
Yet, they still hadn't determined a winner.
As Qin Tian admired the formidable strength of Third Senior Brother, he couldn't help but sigh at the extraordinary prowess of Zhang Wangchuan, who looked down on everyone with an air of superiority.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, an elder seated at Lingxu Daozong suddenly coughed.
In the Arena, Zhang Wangchuan, who was still struggling to counter his opponent's moves, suddenly flashed a sharp glint in his eyes.
A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Three years ago, you managed to escape by luck. Today, you won't get away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant light flickered between his fingers.
Immediately, the temperature around them dropped sharply.
The brilliance radiated from his fingertips, shining with dazzling splendor.
Then, he launched a powerful punch straight at Third Senior Brother's chest, who was caught off guard.
From the Elder Seat several dozen yards away, Wu Qingyuan stood up in anger.
"This brat is using underhanded tactics again. How despicable!"
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