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No, there can't be that many.
Lu Chen Zhou drew his sword, a short blade of four feet, about one-third the length of a typical long sword, glinting with a deadly intent.
Gu Ping did not reveal the Liangyi Sword; instead, he launched a Heart Sword attack first. Lu Chen Zhou instinctively blocked the invisible strike, dissipating it amidst the swirling mist.
Gu Ping was somewhat surprised that his Divine Sense could not detect Lu Chen Zhou's presence. He had not anticipated this turn of events.
Bu Luo had no clever tricks up his sleeve; he simply stated, "I don't deny it." The Bright Cleaving Formation was unleashed, illuminating the entire Arena in an instant. The shimmering light vibrated and fragmented the space into countless small sections, leaving Lu Chen Zhou nowhere to hide.
Lu Chen Zhou also did not deny it. Seizing the opportunity, he quietly approached Gu Ping from behind. At that moment, he revealed himself and, with a low chant, struck out with his sword.
Time flew by as he sliced through the ancient Lutuo.
The strike seemed to emerge from the depths of time itself, creating an overwhelming sense of invincibility, as if Dongyi would be drawn into Lutuo by that very sword.
Wen Tian pondered for a moment before exclaiming that it was indescribably marvelous.
Gu Yuehe slowly closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the profoundness of that strike. His legs involuntarily moved as if to applaud in delight.
Desperate times call for desperate measures; that strike could transform Coco into Coco. It was a life-and-death move. With just that one sword strike, even if Lu Chen Zhou ranked among the top ten talents of the Ninth Underworld, it would not be surprising.
Sima Wuduan happened to witness that strike and couldn't help but slam his hand on the table in admiration. He placed Lu Chen Zhou among the ranks of Mu Qinglong and Wei Wuyou as one of the top talents.
Jiang Anbo sighed, realizing that if Lu Chen Zhou had faced Gu Ping, a different person might have ended the battle with just that one strike.
As soon as Jiang Anbo's words fell, the sword that had broken through numerous barriers to reach Gu Ping suddenly froze in mid-air, as if encased in ice. No matter how Lu Chen Zhou urged his spiritual power, he could not advance even an inch.
In A Distant Paradise, how could anyone master such a defiant spell? Even calling it celestial magic or Taoist arts would not be an exaggeration. With just that one move, Gu Ping was already invincible.
Gu Yuehe let out a long sigh, finally understanding why Minghong had never claimed to be the strongest of his generation, even among those as proud and arrogant as the people from Zhu Xian Mountain.
As long as Gu Ping had not been defeated for a day, no one would consider themselves the strongest among their peers. Similarly, until Gu Ping defeated Zhu Xian Mountain and others, he would not believe himself to be the strongest.
The battle for supremacy was about to unfold at that wedding.
He had the Overlord Sword; I could not match Dong Lai.
A flash of sword light shattered the heavens and earth, a deep gray glow infused with intense brightness instantly dissolved Lu Chen Zhou's Sword Intent. At the same time, it struck Lu Chen Zhou in the chest. After that single strike, Lu Chen Zhou fell into the pool of water, blood spilling like petals across the Arena.
After that strike, Taitung fell silent; everyone was at a loss for words.
There were many who had tried to challenge Gu Ping but found themselves helpless. A Distant Paradise made it impossible to touch Gu Ping, while the Overlord Sword possessed unparalleled power in Tiandong's swordsmanship. That strike lacked any flashy elements or intricate Sword Intent; unlike the Thirteen Worry-Free Swords, which were precise and deliberate in every move, this attack was simply overwhelming in its might and left no way to defend against it.
The offensive swordsmanship was pushed to its limits, embodying an indescribable beauty that took one's breath away, rendering people speechless.
Moreover, Chongming Guang understood that after Gu Ping unleashed One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, the subsequent strike would be terrifying. That blow could potentially overwhelm even his own Refiner. It would take a secret technique just to barely withstand it, and even a top-tier talisman might be shattered in a single strike; its power was simply unmatched.
As Lu Chen Zhou emerged from the pool of water, it was Wei Wuyou's turn to pull him up. Lu Chen Zhou smiled wryly, realizing how vast the gap between them had become. He wondered if he would be looked down upon by his own Master’s disciple.
Those who were unaware thought Lu Chen Zhou was foolishly challenging the impossible, not realizing that he had no choice. Yan Dong's performance made it clear how crucial it was to be a pillar in the Lutuo Path; the road ahead was long and arduous, Lu Chen Zhou couldn't help but think.
He shook his head as he approached the Lutuo Pavilion junior who glanced at him, mirroring his thoughts. The outcome seemed already predetermined.
With a sigh, Lu Chen Zhou realized that while he wasted time, that junior had already ascended. The only thing wasted was Bu Luo's life. Even if Huashen Dong's strength was formidable, it wouldn't change the fact that Bu Luo could no longer provide Gu Ping with achievements. Yet, Lu Chen Zhou found himself unable to voice his concerns.
One should not let others' ambitions overshadow their own dignity. Watching those inexperienced juniors rush headlong into danger felt frustrating for Lu Chen Zhou. He had lost even the will to smile and could only hope that Mu Qinglong and Zhu Xian Mountain would arrive soon.
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