"Arena One, Zou Peng, Jian Jingtian."
"Arena Two, Zhong Lin, Lou Yue."
There was no ntion of Sikong Yan, which ant he got a bye and advanced directly to the top three.
High above, Ying Ju and Wu Hong appeared once more, but they weren’t alone; many True Disciples had co to watch the battle as well.
Among the top five of the Outer Sect tournant, it was likely that all could beco True Disciples in the future. They wanted to see what kind of future awaited these disciples.
"Tsk tsk, Ying Ju, it seems your luck isn’t great. We’ve just got to the fight for the top three, and Lou Yue and Zhong Lin have already run into each other. Life really is unpredictable!"
Wu Hong wore an amused expression.
Zhong Lin facing Lou Yue ant that only one of them could make it to the top three. If they fought hard and got injured, they might not even be able to compete in the next match.
Ying Ju didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled and said, "On the contrary, I feel quite lucky. At least one of them is guaranteed to make it to the top three, which is better than none, right?"
"...That’s true."
Wu Hong was montarily stunned, then quickly realized.
"Seems like it’s a blessing instead."
"Not exactly a blessing, but I didn’t expect Sikong Yan to get a bye. Your reach is quite far!" Ying Ju gave Wu Hong a knowing look.
"Don’t talk nonsense. Out of five, one was bound to get a bye, just luck. So why not Sikong Yan?" Wu Hong said.
"Can’t be bothered with you, let’s watch the match!"
On the arena, Zhong Lin and Lou Yue faced each other.
"Junior Brother Zhong, you should be careful. I won’t hold back."
"Senior Sister Lou, feel free to go all out. I’m no pushover."
"Bring it on!"
"Bring it on!"
The smile on Zhong Lin’s face faded, replaced by a serious expression as he looked at Lou Yue.
His clothes fluttered without wind, like a banner waving. His stature seed to grow in the eyes of many, towering and covering the sky, giving the impression of an invincible mountain.
Zhong Lin didn’t attack first. Instead, he continuously built up his aura, with powerful battle intent and unwavering belief flooding forward like waves, trying to exert psychological pressure on Lou Yue, planting the seed of inevitable defeat.
Zhong Lin’s Spiritual Origin soared, the sound of its circulation in his body like a thousand soldiers charging, overwhelming and endless. No one expected Zhong Lin to have such powerful Spiritual Origin, nor did they know how he cultivated it.
Lou Yue’s expression turned serious, the pressure from the opponent was suffocating, and she could no longer hold back, fearing that if she delayed any further, she truly wouldn’t be able to fight.
With a grasp in the air, the eight-sided Heavy Sword appeared in her hand, and she swung it forward with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, slashing towards Zhong Li’s forehead.
Zhong Lin, feeling the terrifying sword strike, dodged like a phantom, retreating, all the while throwing a punch to et the Sword Radiance head-on.
With a dull thud, the terrifying Sword Qi was forcefully shattered into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.
"Good fist technique, Junior Brother Zhong. Try another sword, Seven Emotions Sword Formation."
Lou Yue shouted softly, swinging her eight-sided Heavy Sword, and a mass of Sword Qi took shape, transforming from one into seven, forming a Seven Stars Sword Formation that stood in the void, reaching for the sky.
These seven enormous Sky-reaching Sword Shadows were like pillars reaching the sky, each a different color, invoking human emotions.
They represented joy, anger, sadness, happiness, sorrow, bitterness, worry—seven extre emotions. Instantly, not only Zhong Lin, but everyone felt their emotions stirred, swinging between joy, crying, and anger, unable to control their emotions, let alone stabilize their minds or circulate their Spiritual Origin.
Zhong Lin’s mind also wavered, unable to calm down.
"This is Senior Sister Lou Yue’s Seven Emotions Sword Formation." Tang Yii was extrely excited, her eyes burning as she said, "It’s incredibly powerful, based on the seven emotions of humans. Unless one’s mind is completely unstained, they are affected and suffer great harm."
At this mont, Zhong Lin also felt the terror of the Seven Emotions Sword Formation, attacking with emotions, making one feel inescapable and indefensible.
His mind rapidly searched for a way to break the formation, but all his ideas were dismissed one by one.
The Seven Emotions Sword Formation was based on stirring the seven emotions, damaging the mind rather than the body. Unless one could forcibly suppress it with overwhelming power, it must be countered with the soul.
But Lou Yue’s cultivation was at the perfection of the Xuandan Realm, unless Zhong Lin could imdiately break through to the Yin Yang Realm, he couldn’t overpower her by force.
With a thought, Zhong Lin suddenly extended a finger to his forehead and pulled sharply.
Accompanied by a streak of light, the Donghuang Bell erged from his forehead, growing larger upon eting the wind.
Dong!
A bell toll resounded throughout the entire Heavenly Sword Peak, lodious, deep, solemn, and serene.
Waves of indistinct, clear bell sounds perated the area, making it feel as if one was awakened by a long morning bell in the mountains, a sudden realization.
In an instant, the negative emotions brought by the Seven Emotions Sword Formation were swept away. Zhong Lin’s mind instantly regained clarity, devoid of desires, with many strategies against Lou Yue spontaneously arising.
Suddenly, Zhong Lin’s body ascended, swiftly maneuvering through the void.
"Azure Dragon Sky Splitting."
Zhong Lin unleashed a punch in the void, a dragon’s roar echoing through the heavens. An enormous Azure Dragon phantom roared forth, directly striking the Seven Emotions Sword Formation.
The world quaked, the sun and moon lost their light.
Boom!
The powerful Fist Intent exploded, shattering the Sword Qi.
"This punch!"
Lou Yue’s expression changed; under this punch, she felt an overpowering force of life and death beyond her control.
"Zhong Lin, I underestimated you, but you can’t defeat with just this punch. Try my Vermilion Bird Cry."
Vermilion Bird Cry, Phoenix Dance, and in an instant, the entire arena was engulfed in roaring flas. The intense fire, like a black storm, enveloped Zhong Lin, spinning wildly and relentlessly burning and attacking. The flas fused with Sword Qi, making Zhong Lin feel as if he was in a storm of sword blades, like a piece on a chessboard with no escape.
The sky was dark.
The ground was dark.
The surroundings were dark.
Zhong Lin unleashed violent force to break free, pounding the heavens and earth. The grayish flas swept in instantly, fire hidden within the sword, sword within the fire, leaving no room for defense or escape.
Chirp!
Finally, the flas grew more intense, and huge Vermilion Birds, Fire Phoenixes, surrounded by black storms, fiercely crashed into Zhong Lin. Each impact exploded into millions of sparks, thundering like a clap of doom.
Especially amid the storm and fire, terrifying Sword Radiance, sharp as can be, flew swiftly as lightning.
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