Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The powerful elders from the Lieshan Sect verbally provoked them.

The powerful elders from the Rising Sun Sect and the Purple Dawn Grotto also echoed with sarcastic remarks.

Earlier, they had been defeated in a war of words with Qingmu, and they wanted to take action but couldn't, as the other side possessed a sect-guarding sacred weapon.

But to swallow their pride like this would be a disgrace.

For so many years, which time hadn't their three sects suppressed Qingyun? If they endured this today, wouldn't they become a laughingstock?

Since they couldn't take action themselves, they would let their disciples do it, to thoroughly teach Qingyun a lesson and make them lose face, then see how Qingyun would have the face to participate in the trials.

"Since you don't dare, then honestly coil up and lie low. This isn't a place for you to run wild!"

"You still want to enter the Tower of Trials? Does Qingyun have the strength for that? The Emperor granted you the special privilege to enter the tower for trials this time; it wasn't because you ran to the Emperor when he was young and knelt down crying, was it? Hahaha!"

"Your Qingyun is already declining. You should recognize your position and weigh your capabilities. You don't even dare to spar with disciples of the same level. This old one feels ashamed for you!"

The powerful elders of the three sects sneered, their words especially harsh and their remarks particularly grating.

"What's there to be afraid of? Do you think Qingyun disciples are afraid of you? We'll fight!"

Qian Hao couldn't restrain the anger in his heart and rushed out.

Realist Qingmu wanted to stop him, but with the three sects clamoring like this, if he still didn't allow his disciples to accept the challenge, he was afraid they would truly become a laughingstock.

"Are you here to be abused?"

A core disciple of the Lieshan Sect stood in the center of the open space with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Fiery true energy flowed around his body, as if a raging flame was burning on his skin.

"Hehe, how exciting! I didn't expect to see such a wonderful scene as soon as this princess arrived. Luckily, I didn't miss it."

Four beautiful young women carried a phoenix palanquin, landing in the arena. Beside the palanquin stood an eunuch with sharp eyes and powdered face, none other than the bloodthirsty butcher Fan Xichong.

"Greetings, Princess Anning!"

Upon seeing the phoenix palanquin and hearing the voice, the people of the three sects hurriedly rose and bowed to the palanquin.

Realist Qingmu and the others also followed suit and bowed.

"No need for formalities. Please, everyone, continue. Don't let this princess's arrival affect your sparring. This princess also wants to see the competition between the young talents of your sects."

"This old man, however, feels that such a competition is meaningless."

As Princess Anning's voice faded, a group of people quickly passed through the forest garden and arrived at the arena.

It was an old man, leading several luxuriously dressed middle-aged people, but their energy and spirit were particularly full, their eyes shining brightly, indicating that they were experts.

"Greetings, Elder Yu of the Royal Academy."

When the people of the four sects saw the old man, they all saluted him.

"Elder Yu, why do you say that? The four sects are renowned sects with great prestige in my Daqian Dynasty. Over the years, they have made indelible contributions to the prosperity and stability of Daqian. The people of Daqian are all honored to be able to join the four sects, but the world knows very little about the four sects. Today, the four sects gather, and the disciples of each sect spar with each other, verifying their cultivation. This is for friendly exchange and can also broaden the horizons of the citizens of Guancheng. How can it become meaningless in Elder Yu's mouth?"

Princess Anning did not descend from the phoenix palanquin but sat inside, the gauze curtains hanging down, half-covering and half-revealing, only showing a blurred figure.

Her voice was very pleasant to hear, clear and loud, echoing in this area, reaching everyone's ears.

"Princess Anning is mistaken. The four sects gather to participate in the triennial trials, not for a martial arts competition. Once they enter the Tower of Trials, the disciples of each sect will have plenty of opportunities to compete. Why bother sparring before that? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

Elder Yu of the Daqian Royal Academy said this.

"This princess understands Elder Yu's meaning. It is true that Qingyun has declined in recent years and has been defeated every time in the martial arts competitions with the other three sects. In terms of strength, Qingyun's disciples are indeed inferior to the disciples of the three sects. It is only natural for Elder Yu to protect Qingyun and not want to see them lose face in public."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Realist Qingmu and the others changed slightly, and a surge of anger rushed to the top of their heads.

Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Qingyun had no choice but to take action today. If they insisted on not fighting, who knew what kind of words would be used to continue mocking and humiliating them.

"Ancestral Master Qingmu, there is no need to endure any longer, otherwise they will only become more and more aggressive. They won't let it go until they get back at us. Since that's the case, why not be more forceful!"

Jun Wuxie secretly transmitted his voice to Qingmu.

"Wuxie, are you planning to take action? But if that's the case..."

"It doesn't matter. Either be low-key or be high-profile. As long as I'm crazy enough, no one will associate me with that youth from the Flowing Cloud Forest. At most, they'll just know that Qingyun has a body cultivator with considerable strength."

Upon hearing this, Qingmu suddenly burst into laughter.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on him, wondering why he was laughing.

"Princess Anning is mistaken!" Qingmu's eyes flashed with sharpness as he said in a loud voice: "Three hundred years east of the river, three hundred years west of the river. It is true that my Qingyun has lost every martial arts competition in the past few hundred years, but that is already a thing of the past. Now, who is stronger and who is weaker is still hard to say!"

People were all surprised. Qingyun had been enduring all this time, so why did they suddenly change their attitude?

Listening to these words, did they seem particularly confident in themselves?

"Hahaha! Just rely on you, Qingyun?"

"Shameless boasting! A sect that has been defeated for hundreds of years suddenly says it can do it. I think you guys are just good at talking, right?"

"Three hundred years east of the river, three hundred years west of the river. I think even if you give them three thousand years, you will still be the ones at the bottom. So many martial arts competitions, haven't they awakened you yet? Can't you remember that bloody lesson?"

The powerful elders of the three sects mocked loudly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Listening to the laughter around them, the three powerful elders of Qingyun couldn't help but clench their fists.

"It seems that Realist Qingmu is very confident in the disciples of his sect. This princess also wants to see the demeanor of your Qingyun disciples. Since that's the case, let's start sparring."

"Come on, let me see how much your Qingyun disciples have improved in their ability to be beaten!"

As Princess Anning's voice faded, a core disciple of the Lieshan Sect mocked loudly. He opened his palm, and the light of flames flickered. A large bow entwined with flames appeared in his hand.

"Arrogant!"

Anger burned in Qian Hao's eyes. The true energy in his body erupted, forming cyan clouds around his body, filled with sword intent.

At this moment, the core disciple of the Lieshan Sect sneered. The large bow in his hand was instantly fully drawn.

A fiery arrow condensed. The tip of the arrow was entwined with runes, quickly evolving into a circular fiery array.

With a loud bang.

The arrow left the string, making a sharp sound of piercing through the air and a roaring sound, like a fire snake hissing and rushing towards Qian Hao.

"Qingyun Sword Qi, break!"

Qian Hao pushed his arms forward, and from the cyan clouds behind him, dozens of sword qi rushed out, meeting the arrow.

The sword qi and the arrow collided, exploding in the air, and the aftermath spread in all directions.

The remaining sword qi continued to kill towards the core disciple of the Lieshan Sect.

The core disciple lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his body was incomparably agile, quickly flashing and moving in that area. In the short-distance flashes and moves, due to the extremely fast speed, it looked like teleportation, and the sky was full of his afterimages.

Every time he flashed and moved, he would draw the large bow in his hand and shoot out fiery arrows, turning them into fire snakes, hissing, and the scorching high temperature formed a heat wave, constantly spreading, causing the surrounding people to feel a burst of heat, and sweat oozed from their bodies.

The two continued to confront each other, the sword qi and the arrows colliding, and the collapsing sword qi aftermath and the fiery aftermath, wave after wave.

In that area, there were vertical and horizontal sword qi and fiery arrows shuttling and hissing everywhere.

"It's over! Your Qingyun can only ever be the one at the bottom! Lieshan Destroys the Sun, Arrows Break Mountains and Rivers!"

Buzz!

The core disciple of the Lieshan Sect suddenly stopped flashing and moving. At the moment of drawing the large bow, a terrifying arrow intent permeated, and the runes on his body flourished.

The arrow condensed on the bow was particularly bright and dazzling, with flames soaring.

At the moment the arrow left the string, a vision of a great sun in the void appeared.

The vision was shot to pieces under the bright arrow.

Almost at the same time, the arrow turned into a rain of arrows, overwhelmingly shooting towards Qian Hao.

Qian Hao's expression changed slightly. He joined his hands together, and the sword intent soared to the sky. Countless sword qi rushed out from his body, forming a sword array in the sky.

Dang dang dang!

The fiery arrows pierced down, shooting at the sword array, erupting with ear-piercing tremolo.

The sword array vibrated. Every time it was hit by an arrow, a small crack would appear on it, and soon the sword array was covered with cracks and was about to collapse.

"Hahaha! How is it? Kneel down and beg me, admit that your Qingyun is trash, and I might spare your life!"

The core disciple of the Lieshan Sect laughed wildly, constantly drawing his bow, and fiery arrows continuously shot at Qian Hao's sword array.

"You motherfucker are dreaming!"

Qian Hao gritted his teeth, struggling to support the sword array, but the sword array had already reached the edge of collapse.

"It seems you're very stubborn. Then your end will be the same as those wastes of Zhenwu Peak in the past!"

After the core disciple of the Lieshan Sect finished speaking, he drew his bow again, and the arrow instantly shattered the sword array, directly piercing towards Qian Hao's heavenly spirit cover.

Qian Hao wanted to dodge, but the piercing speed of the arrow was too fast, and he didn't have time to make an effective reaction.

"I've disgraced the sect..."

He closed his eyes and waited for death. The fear of death in his heart was diluted by deep unwillingness and self-blame.

He hated his lack of skill, hated that his talent and growth were not high, that he could not wash away the shame for the sect, but instead lost to the Lieshan Sect, once again leaving a shameful mark for the sect!

But he found that he had not waited for the arrival of death for a long time, and could not help but open his eyes, and saw a figure standing in front of him.

"It's you..."

Qian Hao looked at the back in front of him in shock. It was actually Yue Wuxie.

He would never have dreamed that it would be this newly initiated disciple!

"Qian Hao, come back!"

Qingmu Zhenren's voice entered his ears.

Qian Hao originally wanted to say something, but at this moment, all the doubts could only be suppressed in his heart, and he quietly retreated.

At this moment, countless gazes in the arena were focused on Jun Wuxie.

This Qingyun disciple, with a single move, obliterated the Lieyan arrows of the Lieshan Sect's core disciple, saving Qian Hao.

The background experts of the three sects all revealed surprise in their eyes.

They naturally knew which disciples were direct disciples of Qingyun, but this young man was clearly not a direct disciple.

Then he could only be a core disciple.

A core disciple who could achieve this level was indeed quite capable.

Although the Lieyan arrows that had pierced Qian Hao's sword formation had already been weakened a lot, being able to obliterate them casually was enough to show that this young man's strength was much stronger than Qian Hao's.

"Boy, are you here to die for Qian Hao?"

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple's eyes flashed with cold light, seeing that Qian Hao was about to be killed by him on the spot, but this person suddenly jumped out and saved Qian Hao, causing the flames of anger to burn in his heart.

Jun Wuxie did not speak, his body surged with energy, and a heavy and domineering True Martial Sword Intent permeated the air.

"You are actually from the True Martial Peak?"

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple felt the unique True Martial Sword Intent of the True Martial Peak, and was first stunned, then his face was full of mockery: "You group of trash from the True Martial Peak..."

Before he could finish his words, Jun Wuxie's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, his speed as fast as a shooting star, instantly advancing to his front.

"You..."

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple only felt a blur before his eyes, it was too fast, he couldn't react at all.

Pa!

A loud slap echoed throughout the arena, incomparably crisp, accompanied by a splash of blood.

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple only felt a sharp pain in his face, his brain buzzing, a burst of dizziness, his eyes blackened, his body lost weight, and he flew out, heavily falling dozens of meters away, splashing dust all over the ground.

Instantly, everyone in the arena was stunned, and the onlookers were even more in an uproar.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

That was the Lieshan Sect's core disciple, with the cultivation of a Saint Great Celestial Realm, yet he was slapped away by someone.

In the duels between the disciples of the four sects, such a situation had never occurred since ancient times.

"What the f**k..."

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple struggled to get up, shaking his head vigorously, feeling the severe pain in his face, and then came back to his senses from the sudden change, and immediately became furious.

Pa!

Just as he wanted to draw his bow and shoot to kill, Jun Wuxie pulled up countless phantoms, instantly appearing in front of him, and slapped him backhandedly.

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple flew out again, his mouth full of teeth flying out, his face a bloody mess.

"You are too weak, you don't have the right to speak except to be beaten!"

Jun Wuxie carried his left hand behind his back, his right hand naturally hanging at his waist, and as he moved his steps, his body moved like a phantom, instantly arriving in front of the core disciple, reaching out and sucking him up from the ground.

He looked coldly at the people of the Lieshan Sect, and slammed his palm down.

With a bang.

The Lieshan Sect's core disciple heavily crashed on the ground, smashing the ground into a human-shaped depression, and scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth, letting out a miserable scream.

"Madman, how dare you do this!"

A direct disciple of the Lieshan Sect revealed a fierce light in his eyes and instantly came into the arena.

He walked towards Jun Wuxie, condensing a large bow in his hand, pulling it into a full circle, and with a bang, shot out a brilliant arrow, pulling up a long tail of flame.

Jun Wuxie's fingertips surged with True Martial Power, condensing into a heavy sword, and threw it forward.

The heavy sword collided, causing the space to tremble, and the heavy, mountain-like, domineering sword intent swept in all directions, destroying the Lieyan arrow with a crushing force. Before it even reached his body, the air waves rolled up by the heavy sword impacted the direct disciple's body, causing him to sway and reveal a look of horror.

He quickly drew his bow, using arrows to evolve an arrow formation diagram to resist.

But in front of the heavy sword, the arrow formation diagram was just a formality and was easily torn apart.

The next moment, the direct disciple was cut in half by the heavy sword, letting out a shrill scream.

"Your Lieshan Sect is not good, your screams are a bit miserable, is there anyone who can fight?"

Jun Wuxie reached out and grabbed the core disciple, holding him high in the air, looking coldly at everyone in the Lieshan Sect.

The background experts of the Lieshan Sect looked gloomy and their facial muscles twitched constantly.

When did the True Martial Peak produce such a disciple?

This is outrageous, they actually publicly cut off the body of their direct disciple!

The surroundings were quiet, shocked by such a scene.

For so many years, the disciples of the True Martial Peak had never won, and were always crippled on the martial arts stage.

Today, the disciples of the True Martial Peak actually displayed such powerful strength, and with one move, cut off the body of the Lieshan Sect's direct disciple, leaving him dying.

In the phoenix carriage, Princess Anning's beautiful eyes carried a hint of shock.

She didn't expect that Qingyun would hide such a powerful disciple.

"He seems to be using blood energy, could it be the body cultivator who passed the Road of Legends during the assessment a few months ago?"

Princess Anning pondered to herself, if it was really that body cultivator, it meant that he had hidden his cultivation during the assessment, and was not only at the Saint Minor Celestial Realm, otherwise it would be impossible to have the strength to kill a Lieshan direct disciple in just a few months.

Although the direct disciple who was killed could only be considered at the bottom of the direct disciples of the Lieshan Sect, he was still a direct disciple, with the cultivation of a Saint Extreme Celestial Realm.

"This young man has outstanding strength and is actually a body cultivator. It is rare for a body cultivator to cultivate to the point where he can kill a direct disciple at this age..."

Elder Yu of the Royal Academy stroked his beard, also pondering in his heart, but it was a pity, he was a body cultivator.

Generally speaking, the upper limit of body cultivators will not be too high, because cultivation is too difficult, and the more they break through, the harder it becomes.

"Qingmu Ancestor, he..."

Qian Hao and Chen Li breathed rapidly, their faces full of excitement, looking at the back figure holding up the Lieshan Sect's core disciple, and turned to look at Qingmu Zhenren.

"Don't ask anything."

Qingmu Zhenren shook his head.

Qian Hao and Chen Li nodded upon hearing this, and turned their gazes back to the arena.

"What, are you all mute?" Jun Wuxie sneered: "Weren't you very arrogant before? Saying that my Qingyun is not good, what are you? Now it seems that your three sects are just so-so!"

"Boy, this seat thinks you are courting death!"

"Young man, being too arrogant, I'm afraid your life will not be long!"

The background experts of the three sects threatened coldly.

"My life is very long!"

Jun Wuxie said, using force with both hands, with a poof, in front of everyone, he tore the Lieshan Sect's core disciple alive, splashing a rain of blood.

Such a scene made everyone's eyes twitch and their bodies turned cold.

The people of the Lieshan Sect were even more furious.

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, your three sects' disciples are all trash. Anyone who is not convinced, stand out, I will fight all of you alone!"

His voice echoed in the sky above this area, shocking people, and they simply couldn't believe their ears.

Even Princess Anning in the phoenix carriage showed a look of astonishment.

What arrogant words are these, actually saying that he wants to fight all the disciples of the three sects alone?

Who does he think he is, does he have three heads and six arms?

One-on-one can be crushed, but one-on-many is a different situation, not to mention there are hundreds of disciples from the three sects here.

"Boy, you are mad to the extreme!"

The background expert of the Lieshan Sect had a livid face and winked at the two direct disciples beside him.

The two direct disciples immediately rushed into the arena.

"Hmph, a boy who doesn't know whether to live or die, you said yourself that you want to fight everyone alone. Now we will let you take advantage of it, we will not let all the disciples go together, I wonder if your methods are as hard as your mouth!"

The background expert of the Xuri Sect said in a tone that we are taking a loss, and immediately sent two direct disciples to fight.

"My Zixia Cave Heaven will not argue with you such an arrogant person, and will only send two direct disciples. According to your request, you have already taken all the advantages this time!"

The background expert of the Zixia Cave Heaven said shamelessly, without blushing or skipping a beat.

Everyone was stunned, it was originally one-on-one, but now it has evolved into one-on-many.

The three sect experts actually said it so confidently.