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In those days, I often overheard the Easterners murmuring about the Grand Arena. They mentioned that besides Hong Yulong and Zhu Lan, there was now a Tu Ling and an additional Jiang Anbo. As for me, Jiang Ping, the Easterners claimed that I was not inferior to Hong Yulong's High Leg technique. However, if Yan Dong was indeed correct, how could he not be as unstoppable as a force of nature? If he wanted to send spirit stones as a gift, it would be better to come directly to my Residence rather than associating with that idle prince.
Honestly, I wasn't really short on money; I didn't even know what I wanted to do with it. Bu Luo expressed his curiosity about why the greatest heir in all of Tiandong would be lacking in funds. He even asked if I could give him another million spirit stones. I told him that such a large sum would be quite difficult to part with.
Gu Ping drew out the Liangyi Sword, and while the flying sword circled around Gu Ping, he did not make any offensive moves. At that moment, the two were entangled in a battle of wills, their energies colliding as they sought to find a flaw in each other's defenses.
If he said that about the Easterners, would I believe him?
The eastern gatekeeper fell silent; once words were spoken, they could not be taken back. It was clear he did not trust them.
That kid of mine was rather slippery; there was no need for me to say anything. He had just mentioned letting me take three moves, so let it be three moves. I would just use my legs; if it injured this eastern gatekeeper, what harm would it do if I won?
Pei Gui spoke with great confidence, saying that it didn't matter if they were at Golden Core Mid-Stage or Mid-Stage of Infancy; they wouldn't catch his eye. Even though he was ranked fifth on the Heavenly Ranking, what difference would it make if the four ahead of him stood before him? Bu Luo had already fought.
In that case, the East could afford to be rude. Hehe.
The Liangyi Sword took this opportunity to traverse all three hundred sixty celestial paths around Gu Ping and then fell into his hands, releasing an overwhelming aura of ferocity. Even those outside felt their vision slightly redden, and the scent of blood wafted through the air.
Hong Yulong frowned slightly; such a murderous aura suggested that if there hadn't been countless deaths involved, only someone who had experienced great terror could possess such presence. If Bu Luo had indeed come from the beast territory as Gu Ping described, it would make sense; perhaps this person truly had no connection to Gu Ping.
If Gu Ping knew what Hong Yulong was thinking at that moment, he would surely curse him for being paranoid. Such deep-seated suspicion meant he likely wouldn't easily trust even his own friends and family; his cunning was truly alarming.
Meanwhile, Xu Qiaoshan, who had just been defeated by Hong Yulong, stepped over to stand beside him and Jiang Anbo. That robust man conducted himself with integrity; losing was simply losing—there was no shame in being outmatched.
Though feeling quite displeased being pressured by a Golden Core Cultivator, Xu Qiaoshan couldn't help but reminisce about that initial move, the Dragon's Dance. The technique, which broke through with precision, was truly remarkable. He found himself thinking about it endlessly, almost obsessively.
Yan Dong and Gu Ping had actually dared to gamble against the divine Pei Gui. Were they overestimating their own abilities? I don't deny it. Their courage was commendable, but who could say for sure? No doubt those two had been inseparable lately. Xu Qiaoshan genuinely wanted to hear Hong Yulong's thoughts on that gamble.
"Here it comes," Hong Yulong softly uttered two words, yet Changdong was already slicing through the air with a sword.
There were no unnecessary incantations, no flashy movements, and no blinding sword energy. The sword simply emitted a plain yet profound light.
If one were to speak of its uniqueness, it would be in its speed.
Indeed, it was fast—so fast that the crowd barely had time to react before Gu Ping had already reached Pei Gui's side and brushed past him, leaving only an afterimage behind.
As the sword light gradually faded, everyone realized that Pei Gui's previously relaxed expression now bore a hint of seriousness. A strand of hair fell from his shoulder and quickly turned to ash, vanishing into the air.
No, they underestimated me. That strike was exceptional; I wonder what Sword Technique it originated from that even his keen eyes couldn't discern its essence. If it were truly at its peak, could even a Mahayana Practitioner who survived tribulations be cut down?
The hall's east side praised him excessively. Bu Luo recalled watching fleeting lights in his childhood and felt a sense of nostalgia. After hearing the praise from the east side of the hall, he realized he had never named it before; perhaps it would be better if the east side bestowed a name upon it.
In that case, how about calling it "A Ray of Sky"? The precious sword points toward the fleeting light, resembling a thin line.
A good name indeed; it seems the talents of the east side are not as high as those of Dong Lai. I have learned much. Gu Ping bowed slightly and continued on, warning Bu Luo and Jie Donglai to be cautious with their Dominion Sword Hall technique; they might find themselves unable to withstand Dong Lai if they stood still.
Gu Ping slowly raised the long sword, unlike Yan Dong's gambling match, where there was time to brew techniques during a regular competition. By the time the sword was drawn, the leg would have already met its demise.
No one knew how the power of Gu Ping's Dominating Sword compared to that time. Some cultivators who had witnessed the clash between Hong Yulong and Gu Ping were now eagerly watching.
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