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Ren Pingsheng calmly counted his gains and stood quietly to the side, watching the battle between the five major forces and the King's Artifact come to an end. There was no joy, no excitement; it seemed that what he had just done was merely a trivial matter.
"Haha, very good. From now on, you will follow me. I will help you make a name for yourself on this continent," Situ Kong said, his battle having concluded. He held an ancient-style long knife in his hand, clearly enamored with it. It appeared he had also gained the recognition of the King's Artifact.
The King's Artifact in Ren Pingsheng's hand had already been put away. He currently lacked the ability to wield it and could only wait until his cultivation improved before he could take it out. Besides, with his current level of cultivation, even if he could use it, he wouldn't dare to show it off, as it would only invite jealousy.
"Situ Kong, you are quite lucky; this King's Artifact is not bad," Ren Pingsheng said with a smile. Although its style was ancient, it exuded an imposing aura that suited him well.
"Haha, this is not luck; this is strength," Situ Kong replied somewhat dissatisfied before reluctantly putting away the King's Artifact he had just obtained.
"However, your luck is also quite good to have received the King's Artifact's recognition so quickly; it's truly surprising," he glanced at Ren Pingsheng and said with a grin.
"Haha, my luck has always been pretty good. But it seems that the people from the five major forces are about done as well. After all, there are six King's Artifacts! Their gains this time are considerable."
"Who told them they have so many people and strength? I also want to get another one, but unfortunately, only one King's Artifact can be recognized; it's really regrettable," Situ Kong said with a helpless pout.
Now there were still over fifty warriors left, many of whom were still competing for the Inheritance Seed. From time to time, someone would die; it was uncertain how many would survive in the end. Out of the six or seven hundred who entered, only this few remained—it was indeed brutal. Even if some were not here or had left early, those who survived were likely not many.
As Ren Pingsheng sighed, six individuals from the five major forces also received recognition from the King's Artifact and ended their battle. The entire Sword King Tomb was now quiet except for about twenty warriors still fighting over Heritage; everyone else had fallen silent.
"Haha, is this what a King's Artifact looks like? Not bad! Although there were unexpected events in this Sword King Tomb, I really have to express my gratitude; otherwise, I might not have been able to obtain a King's Artifact," Cheng Batian said while holding a long knife that was even thicker and longer than Situ Kong's.
The other five individuals received Longswords as their King's Artifacts; each sword varied in length and style. After all, everyone's preferences differed when they chose their King's Artifacts based on what they liked.
Only these exceptionally talented individuals had obtained the King's Artifacts. Others merely watched as spectators, feeling envy and sadness at the same time. This was a world that valued strength. Without strength, even opportunities would slip away without being grasped.
"What happened? Liu Chang was fine just now; how did he die?" Yun Xingzi, who had received a King's Artifact, wore a smile on his face until he noticed that among the three disciples of Xuanjian Sect, only two remained. Upon glancing further away and seeing a corpse, his expression changed instantly.
"Brother Shi Yun, Junior Brother Liu's death was caused by him," one disciple of Xuanjian Sect whispered while pointing at Ren Pingsheng. Fear lingered in his eyes. However, due to Yun Xingzi's formidable strength, he still spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Yun Xingzi immediately cast a hostile glance at Ren Pingsheng. He had brought his people out this time. If someone died during the trial, that was one thing; but now someone dared to openly kill a disciple of Xuanjian Sect—this was intolerable for him. This was an outright provocation; if word got back to their sect, he would surely face scrutiny.
"You killed him? I must say you have quite a bit of courage; give me a reason," he asked with a stern expression.
"Are you talking about him?" Ren Pingsheng glanced at the already lifeless body and said with a nonchalant smile. "Indeed, I killed him, but he was just an ignorant fool. Killing him is nothing; what reason do I need?"
"Very well, do you know the consequences of provoking the Xuanjian Sect? You are seeking death!"
"The Xuanjian Sect really has a grand reputation. No wonder the disciples below are all so arrogant. I killed him; what will you do about it?"
"Those who provoke the Xuanjian Sect have always met a dead end, and you will be no exception," Yun Xingzi said coldly, his aura beginning to gather, clearly preparing to strike.
"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect such a fool to warrant such a response from you. The lives of Xuanjian Sect disciples are indeed precious, but unfortunately, you cannot do anything to me. Your strength is decent, but..." Ren Pingsheng chuckled sarcastically; although he did not finish his sentence, his meaning was clear.
"Haha, I see you are also an ignorant fool. Take my sword!" He seemed to have heard the funniest thing and, with a shift in momentum, slashed down with his longsword. A fierce sword energy tore through the air, aimed directly at Ren Pingsheng.
"Are you testing me? Unfortunately, you will be disappointed," Ren Pingsheng shook his head and said. The Azure Wind Sword trembled lightly as he flicked it twice, causing the sword energy to dissipate.
"Very well, it seems you still have some strength left. Let me borrow another sword!" Yun Xingzi showed no signs of surprise; he stepped forward, and his aura surged even stronger. Boundless sharpness and a killing intent spread out, dyeing half of the sky above him gold.
Golden Sword Lights gathered and intertwined, forming a massive sword energy over two yards long. Endless sharpness flowed within it as if the entire void was about to be pierced.
"At least four-tenths of the Golden Realm; this guy is indeed formidable." Although his expression was somewhat strange, he still praised silently. This was the first time he had seen a martial artist other than himself comprehend the Artistic Conception to this extent. If he had not gained insights during the first trial in the Inheritance Tower, his understanding of the Golden Realm would have been slightly inferior.
"This guy is serious." The disciples from the five sects who were familiar with him murmured to themselves while their eyes lit up. They were all experts of equal rank and had battled before but had always held back; they wanted to see what methods Yun Xingzi would employ this time.
"Oh, the Golden Realm? He hasn't even used his deeper comprehension of the Fire Realm. It seems he is still not going all out," Zuo Qingcang's eyes flickered for a moment before returning to calm.
"Slash!" The entire void left behind terrifying cracks as golden sword energy swiftly struck towards Ren Pingsheng. At the same time, Ren Pingsheng's aura surged as a similar sharpness gathered around him; the sky transformed into gold that was no less impressive than Yun Xingzi's.
"Haha, good! Golden Slaughter!" Ren Pingsheng shouted loudly; merely using high-level sword techniques infused with over four-tenths of the Golden Realm made its power approach that of Earth-Level Intermediate Sword Technique.
The void seemed unable to withstand the force generated by their collision; cracks appeared everywhere as piercing sounds echoed throughout the Sword King Tomb. It was as if two extremely sharp blades were being pressed together and cutting against each other.
"Boom..." After the clash, Ren Pingsheng's Golden Slaughter was shattered. Yun Xingzi's sword energy was also at its limit but still struck towards Ren Pingsheng.
"Haha, not bad; this counts as you being slightly better." He laughed and easily dodged it. Even though his Golden Slaughter had support from the Golden Realm, it was ultimately somewhat lacking in foundation compared to his opponent's use of Earth-Level High-Level Sword Technique backed by similar Artistic Conception.
"You can't come without going back; take my move!" As he dodged, Ren Pingsheng shouted lightly. The second style from Heavenly Sword Three Styles was unleashed by him. The might of heaven and earth converged upon his sword. With one strike, it felt as if divine wrath descended upon them.
Yun Xingzi's expression changed suddenly; he felt as if his entire body was bound, unable to move for a moment.
"Break free!" he shouted, and his aura shifted. A sharp sword intent pierced through the heavens and earth, causing all restraints to vanish. However, Ren Pingsheng's sword energy had already reached him.
"Bang..." Yun Xingzi reacted even faster. As he broke free, he swept his long sword, momentarily blocking Ren Pingsheng's sword energy. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly retreated, finding himself several dozen feet away in an instant. At that moment, Ren Pingsheng's sword energy struck the spot where he had just stood, leaving a deep crack in the ground.
Everyone believed that if Yun Xingzi had reacted just a bit slower, he would have been severely injured. Now pushed far away, Yun Xingzi's face was grim. Although he had blocked that last strike, his entire right hand felt numb and was even trembling slightly.
"This guy's strength is incredible! He’s not any weaker than Yun Xingzi," Situ Kong thought, staring intently at Ren Pingsheng, filled with astonishment. When he first encountered Ren Pingsheng, they were evenly matched. Now seeing him again, Ren Pingsheng's cultivation seemed much lower and should no longer be considered a worthy opponent. However, it was clear that this guy's combat power remained terrifying and could not be judged solely by his cultivation level.
The experts from the other four major factions were equally astonished; this guy with only mid-level martial artist cultivation turned out to be such a monster, his combat power was truly frightening. Cheng Batian's eyes lit up with excitement; he was completely intrigued.
"Haha, I can't hold back any longer! Kid, let's have a match," Cheng Batian finally couldn't resist and jumped out, pointing at Ren Pingsheng and shouting.
Those who knew him turned pale; this guy was acting up again. Yun Xingzi already had a grim expression, and Cheng Batian’s interruption made it even worse—it was as if he was indirectly saying that Ren Pingsheng was no match for him.
"Tsk tsk... you all have no shame! Are you preparing for a wheel battle? Come on, let’s fight three hundred rounds; I've been itching for this!" Situ Kong said excitedly while stroking the long knife in his hand.
"So there’s another expert here! You also use a knife—wonderful! Wonderful! Take my first strike!" His previous anger vanished the moment he saw Situ Kong; instinct told him this was a formidable opponent. Without hesitation, he drew his knife and launched an attack.
The battle on Ren Pingsheng's side had not yet concluded; instead, they had started fighting among themselves first.
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