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"Hum, Earth Guardian!" The warrior narrowly blocked Ren Pingsheng Wind Thunder Flash. Although his face was pale, he managed to stop after retreating more than thirty feet at the edge of the Arena.
"Oh, defensive martial skills, quite interesting! But still not enough!" Ren Pingsheng paused halfway turned and said with some interest. Then, without looking back, he walked down from the Arena.
"Explode!" The moment he stepped off the Arena, he whispered. The blood that had spilled during the previous Battle suddenly became active. It all flew up and rushed towards the warrior who had steadied himself, just as it approached. It exploded in succession.
The terrifying roar and shockwave instantly engulfed the injured warrior, sending him flying. As he landed, Ren Pingsheng took his final step and left the Arena.
All ten Battles were concluded, and he emerged victorious in all of them. He retained his Xuanjian Ling and secured a spot in the Rising Dragon Conference. The final technique he used also intimidated some people, making them more wary of him and reluctant to entertain other thoughts.
"Congratulations, Brother Ren, on securing a spot in the Rising Dragon Conference." Just as Tang Sheng sat down again, he returned, still dressed in flowing white robes, looking refined and elegant.
"Hehe, I fear your Duel has also come to an end! I should congratulate you too!" Ren Pingsheng said with a smile.
"Just luck. I just won my tenth match. It seems the other Matches will also conclude soon," he chuckled and looked at the few remaining Duels.
"Indeed, this challenge tournament is about to end. I just wonder how many people have achieved their wishes and how many have lost their qualifications."
About half an hour later, the ten challenges of one hundred warriors holding Xuanjian Ling were completed. Upon closer inspection, a small portion of these one hundred had changed participants. It seemed that some strong lucky ones had achieved final victory.
As for the remaining seven or eight hundred who failed to challenge successfully, they could only blame themselves. Many of them were initially unwilling to take action and instead watched from the sidelines while others tested the strength of these one hundred. By the time they chose their targets, opportunities had already slipped away.
"Alright, this time's Xuanjian Ling challenge tournament is over. Now, the one hundred who possess Xuanjian Ling can represent Snow State at the Eastern Region's Rising Dragon Conference. You will depart in three months; at that time, experts from the Xuanjian Sect will lead you there together. During this period, you should cultivate in Xuanjian City!” said an elder named Cai Xing, looking at the one hundred victors.
"Remember, it's best not to leave Xuanjian City. Many people covet your Xuanjian Ling. If you leave Xuanjian City and are robbed by powerful experts, it means you lose your qualification." As he spoke, he glanced at Ren Pingsheng, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"Very well, except for the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect, everyone else follow me down the mountain. I will take you back to Xuanjian City. In three months, someone will come to pick you up." After he finished speaking, he took the lead and walked down the mountain.
Ren Pingsheng and the other hundred martial artists who had obtained their spots followed behind at a leisurely pace.
"You are Ren Pingsheng? Your strength is quite good, but you are too arrogant. It is disrespectful to my Xuanjian Sect. If given the chance, I will let you know the power of the disciples of Xuanjian Sect," Xuan Wudao suddenly approached from behind and said to Ren Pingsheng in a calm tone, still looking as if he had just woken up.
"Arrogant? I'm just learning from you all at Xuanjian Sect," Ren Pingsheng replied with a light smile. "Your strength is also impressive; I would like to see it when the opportunity arises. By the way, remember to send my regards to Yun Xingzi!"
After saying that, he stepped forward and left towards the foot of the mountain. He hardly reacted to Xuan Wudao's words. He was well aware of the Half-Step Monarch's strength but did not feel intimidated.
"An interesting fellow; I hope you can survive until Jizhou!" He opened his eyes and watched Ren Pingsheng walk away, smiling as countless sharp glimmers seemed to flicker in his eyes.
"Brother Shi, let's head back," Yun Xingzi approached from behind and respectfully said.
"Yes, just now a guy named Ren Pingsheng asked me to send his regards to you. Do you know him?"
"Yes, we met back at Sword King Tomb. Later on, he saved our lives, so we owe him a favor. But then I heard he was chased by the Evil Sect and fell into the Abyss of Demons; I didn't expect to see him here."
"Abyss of Demons? He truly is an interesting fellow!" A glint flashed in Xuan Wudao's eyes as he seemed even more intrigued by Ren Pingsheng.
Leaving Xuanjian Mountain, the group flew towards Xuanjian City under Cai Xing's guidance.
"Ren Pingsheng, long time no see. It's great that you're still alive," Cheng Batian squeezed over from the side and said with a smile.
"It has been a long time; I didn't expect to run into you here," Ren Pingsheng nodded, looking at the brute before him with some sentimentality. They had fought fiercely at Sword King Tomb but had now become friends.
"I didn't expect your strength to be this formidable; I'm itching for a match right now," he said with bright eyes, his old habit resurfacing.
"Cough cough... There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so let's forget about it for now! This time at the Jizhou Ascending Dragon Conference, are you still worried about not having opponents?" Ren Pingsheng said with a hint of amusement.
"Haha, you're right. There will definitely be many formidable opponents then, and we can have a good fight," Cheng Batian said excitedly as he thought about it.
"Damn it, it looks like we'll have to wait until Jizhou to see each other again. I'm leaving!" Ren Pingsheng's expression changed as he looked at Cheng Batian and Tang Sheng when they were still over ten thousand miles away from Xuanjian City. He said this helplessly, then his figure moved like the wind, disappearing into the distance in a few flashes.
"What happened to him? Why did he leave just like that? Didn't he just say it was best not to leave Xuanjian City?" Cheng Batian said with some confusion.
"I'll take a look!" Tang Sheng closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he opened them again, his expression serious as he said, "Someone is chasing him, and it seems to be a King-Level Expert. They're coming quickly."
"Chasing? This is Xuanjian Sect, and there are experts from Xuanjian Sect here. Why would he leave? Isn't that more dangerous?"
"Exactly because this is Xuanjian Sect that he wants to leave. Think about it, why would there be a King-Level Expert chasing him? Who would have the guts to do that?"
"Could it be?" Cheng Batian wasn't foolish and immediately reacted. This was under Xuanjian Sect's territory; an ordinary King-Level Expert wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Since someone was bold enough to chase him down so openly, it was evident that this person was from Xuanjian Sect.
As they were speaking, a terrifying presence chased after them from behind. It swept through the crowd and headed straight for the direction where Ren Pingsheng had disappeared.
The other startled martial artists quickly understood what was happening and sighed in relief. Some felt indifferent while others began to discuss among themselves. In any case, they all believed that Ren Pingsheng brought this upon himself. As for the Elder Cai Xing ahead, he seemed oblivious and continued on his way.
"Hmph, where do you think you're running off to? Stay here!" The pursuing King-Level Expert was none other than Elder Xue from Xuanjian Sect. His speed was more than double that of Ren Pingsheng's; in just five minutes, he spotted Ren Pingsheng far ahead.
He immediately shouted and struck out with his palm. The palm print spread across the sky toward Ren Pingsheng, tearing the entire Void with terrifying cracks.
"This is bad; such speed must be from a high-level King-Level Expert." Feeling the terrifying attack from behind, Ren Pingsheng's expression changed. The Windscar Sword flashed, and countless Cloud Mist enveloped him before condensing into a Light Barrier about ten feet wide around him. This was the defensive Sword Technique known as Wind Thunder Lightning Guardian.
"Boom..." At that moment, the palm print from behind came crashing down. The overwhelming Intimidation made it difficult for him to breathe. The Light Barrier formed by Wind Thunder Lightning Guardian only held for two seconds before shattering. However, that brief moment bought him a chance to escape.
He transformed into a whirlwind, aided by the perfect artistic conception of wind, flashing through the void. His speed suddenly increased almost twofold, and he narrowly dodged the attack in the blink of an eye. However, an attack from a king-level expert would not be so simple.
Just as he had let out a sigh of relief, another palm strike came crashing down. This time, he felt the void momentarily stagnate, and his reaction slowed by half a beat; he did not completely evade it and brushed against the palm imprint.
"Poof..." Ren Pingsheng was instantly sent flying, blood staining the void. His entire body felt as if it had shattered, and within him, his meridians were invaded by an earth attribute essence, beginning to wreak havoc inside.
"Absorb it!" At that moment, he dared not hesitate. The six-colored vortex in his Dantian began to spin rapidly. The earth essence that had invaded his meridians struggled for a moment before being pulled into the vortex and absorbed.
"Wind Thunder Flash, Slash!" He suppressed the pain in his body and flipped his hand to summon the Changping Sword. Instantly, the void was engulfed by countless sword energies. With one slash, the howling wind roared and thunder crashed. All sword energies vanished, leaving only a single sword energy that flickered and disappeared.
"King's Artifact? So that's it. But doing this will only lead to your faster demise. Once your true energy is exhausted, let's see how you escape!" Elder Xue's expression changed, but he soon regained his composure. He took the approaching sword energy seriously and struck out several palms to block it.
By the time Ren Pingsheng executed this sword strike, his true energy had long been depleted. However, this was not a problem for him at all; with a shift of demonic energy, he transformed back into a whirlwind and vanished into the horizon in just a few flashes.
When the roaring sounds subsided and Elder Xue excitedly searched for Ren Pingsheng, he found no trace of him. Just moments ago, he had believed that Ren Pingsheng was out of resistance and focused entirely on countering that sword technique without paying further attention.
Now that he could no longer see him, his anger surged. He had initially hoped to obtain a mysterious sword order along with a King’s Artifact, but now he had nothing.
"Bastard, where did you run off to?" His divine sense swept around several times over an area of eight hundred miles but found no trace of Ren Pingsheng.
"Come out!" He flew through the air like a madman. Everywhere he went was left in ruins. Trees disappeared, hills were flattened, and deep pits were left scattered across the ground.
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