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Gu Yuehe finally found an opportunity. After fending off the Azure Rainbow Twin Swords, he took advantage of Xu Qiaoshui's moment of distraction, his legs moving swiftly as he unleashed the renowned secret technique known as Three Lives, Six Paths, Break Through.
Once activated, Three Lives, Six Paths, Break Through allowed the target to briefly return to the past—perhaps ten seconds, perhaps a hundred, or even three hundred; it was impossible to tell.
If struck by Three Lives, Six Paths, Break Through, it essentially meant the end of the battle. Moreover, the radiant light from the technique moved with incredible speed, making it nearly impossible for most cultivators to evade it, especially in such a tense situation where evasion was almost guaranteed.
It hit.
Another disciple of the Three Lives sect who had accompanied Gu Yuehe clenched his fists in excitement and swung them vigorously, as if victory was already secured.
Alas, how careless!
Jiang Anbo seemed to have forgotten that he had just been struck moments ago. Now he wore a dejected expression on his face as he felt indignant for Xu Qiaoshui. But before he could finish his thought, he heard Xu Qiaoshan pouring wine.
In front of Xu Qiaoshui, there was no sign of chaos despite the secret technique being unleashed. The purple-gold Bowl above her head continued to spin smoothly, as if Gu Yuehe's powerful technique had struck nothing but air.
Indeed, it struck air. It seemed to have bounced back.
Everyone stared at the small figure standing opposite Xu Qiaoshui—Bu Luo, a child barely a meter tall—displaying various strange expressions, yet no one dared to laugh out loud.
Even a powerful technique like Three Lives, Six Paths, Break Through could be reflected back at the caster. What kind of powerful treasure or spell could achieve such a feat? No one would mock Gu Yuehe for this comical scene; it was clear that he had made an error in judgment. His mistakes were numerous and his trump cards seemed endless, like an abyss with no bottom.
After two breaths, Xu Qiaoshui did not make a move. When Gu Yuehe returned to his original form, he did not continue eastward; he knew he had lost.
As expected of a disciple from the Treasure Pavilion, the techniques were truly endless. Gu was willing to concede defeat.
For Gu Yuehe, no matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do. That style of fighting could only exhaust all of Mistake's spiritual energy; otherwise, there was no chance at all. Gu Yuehe did not deny it. He had not made an attempt, but he was unaware of how many trump cards Xu Qiaoshui had hidden up his sleeve. The more attempts made, the more opportunities Coco would give Mistake to defeat himself.
It was not a minor flaw; it was a significant lack in defensive techniques.
As long as that shortcoming remained unaddressed, one could never be called a true strong person. That was the distinction between No Genius and a strong individual.
Disciples from Super Sect, more or less, were granted protective armor by their sects, yet it could not withstand attacks that crossed realms. Only someone like Xu Qiaoshui, who could support a turtle shell artifact, could truly transform a genius into a strong individual. Alternatively, someone like Chongguang, a Refiner, could also stand undefeated.
When Xu Qiaoshui first entered the arena, he saw Mistake approaching with a Mid-Stage of Infancy cultivator who actively revealed his sword.
From Ming Huang Sect, Wei Wuyou dared to ask for guidance.
It turned out that Gu Rao was interested in observing the young man who had become known as Wuyou Emperor on the Nine Nether Frontline. Judging by age, Wei Wuyou and Gu were from the same generation. Mu Qinglong and Hong Yulong belonged to the same era as Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Sima Wuduan were also contemporaries.
The Sky East Tournament marked a boundary; Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, Gu, Ye Youluo, Sima Wuduan, Mu Qinglong, and others could actually be considered part of the same generation. It was only after the Sky East Tournament that the Cultivation World delineated another generation.
Bu Luo had just witnessed Xu Qiaoshui's shameless fighting style and wondered how Wei Wuyou could possibly win, leaving Changdong and others very curious.
"Treasure Pavilion," Xu Qiaoshui said, "may I ask for your guidance?"
He did not wish to test whether the sword in his leg was sharp enough to pierce through my defenses.
Then I would most likely be disappointed. The Yellow Dragon Bowl is not enough; I need a good sword.
"No need, the Forget-Me-Not Sword is sufficient."
Wei Wuyou quietly closed his eyes. The Forget-Me-Not Sword remained sheathed, yet its intimidating presence created a powerful sense of pressure that even the crowd at Changdong could feel.
Cangjian Style, is that the sword technique commonly used by butchers?
Teng Min muttered to himself, having also witnessed Zhu Xian Mountain's moves. His expression was serious, and he refrained from commenting further. Leng Gucun, who had suffered a loss at Zhu Xian Mountain before, chose to remain silent, saying nothing at all.
Only Chongguang was eager to try, wanting to see if he could withstand such a poised strike.
In that match, among the talents of the World of Dust, the battle against Nine Nether Genius had already begun. From this moment on, it was no longer just a game; it was about face and honor. Winning or losing became more significant than personal pride.
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