Amalia was another outlier. Due to her lower level, she had little chance at capturing token above the black level, but rather than competing for black token, she continued cultivating. To the other sects, this seed like a pointless display.
Many were surprised by her actions, including Renshu Chang. However, rather than doubting her, Renshu Chang saw Amalia’s focus as preparation for token beyond the black level.
"It’s coming!" soone shouted from the crowd.
The flow of black token from the Path of All Immortals slowed, and as only a few remained, a brilliant silver token flew out between two black ones, shining with a blinding light.
As if on cue, the once-stationary elites burst forth like arrows.
Following the first silver token, many more appeared one after another. The Path of All Immortals seed to sense the competition, spewing out over a hundred silver token in rapid succession.
The top-tier elites led the charge, capturing their first token in seconds and imdiately moving on to the next without pause.
The other elites noticed but didn’t try to compete for those toke . It wasn’t because they were intimidated; rather, spending ti fighting over one token would an losing chances to claim others. They knew the real competition would co at the end.
Amidst the fierce competition, a dazzling beam of sword energy, bright like the sun, charged ahead of everyone else. The person moved like a ray of sunlight, seizing the first token, then instantly darting toward the second. In monts, he had captured seven or eight toke .
"Middle Soul Formation stage?"
Upon realizing his cultivation level, the elites were unfazed. They figured he could hold the silver token for now; they’d just "reclaim" them once all the token were out.
"That’s a disciple of the Green Lotus Sect. Perfect, we’ll target him first!" sneered Jiheon Yang, his face dark with anger. They’d both gone for the sa token , but the other’s speed had outmatched him, and he could only watch as his target slipped away.
Normally, Jiheon Yang would’ve retaliated, but with so many token flying out in quick succession, there was no ti to waste. He turned around and spotted soone he recognized. His eyes lit up with joy. "It’s really her... what luck."
Amalia had just seized a silver token when she sensed hostile eyes on her. She turned to see a disciple from Eternal One Sect charging at her with a fierce expression.
"Back off!"
Amalia quickly stashed the tolen, gripping a sword as spiritual energy surged. "The Sixth Strike of the Eight Gods Blade!"
Hearing her voice, Jiheon Yang’s sneer froze. As an Eternal One disciple, he knew well the power of the Eight Gods Blade. He had sparred many tis with Senior Lei, who also practiced it, and had never won. The mories of those defeats were clear.
The spiritual energy around Amalia stirred, creating intense waves as a vortex of pure energy began forming at her sword’s tip.
"Strike!"
As the blade energy condensed, Amalia leapt forward, bringing her sword down with force.
Jiheon Yang initially moved to retreat, but then he rembered he was at the late of the Soul Formation stage, while she was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Even if she used the Sixth Blade, there was no reason for him to fear her. This was a perfect opportunity to kill her.
"Jiheon Yang, just give her a lesson, don’t act impulsively. We still need her to tell us about the complete version of th Eighth God Blade," Seonho Ming cautioned nearby, sensing the killing intent in Jiheon Yang.
Before Jiheon Yang could respond, a blinding arc, brighter than the sun, descended above him. The force of her blade scattered the surrounding mist into two massive waves, surging up tens of ters high.
Jiheon Yang’s expression shifted slightly. The opponent’s sword was even stronger than he expected.
Even though it was just a peak Nascent Soul level attack, he felt a faint sense of danger. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but the gap between their cultivation levels was almost an entire stage.
Feeling threatened by soone at the peak Nascent Soul stage was a huge insult to him.
Watching this scene, Ruma Yang couldn’t help but feel a hidden sense of satisfaction.
"I told them not to look at her like she was an ordinary person, but they didn’t believe . Now they’ve paid the price."
After the clash, Jiheon Yang, who had stood his ground out of pride, finally appeared from the smoke. He wasn’t injured, but he looked a little disheveled.
"You actually dared to provoke ..."
Jiheon Yang laughed angrily, his gaze fixed nacingly on Amalia, but halfway through his threat, he suddenly realized she was gone.
"Idiot, she ran a while ago! You’re just standing there, holding your ground for no reason. By the ti you’re done, all the tokens will be taken. Get back here!" shouted Seonho Ming, not praising Amalia but pointing out that the tokens would be gone soon if they didn’t move quickly. The competition was fierce, and if they didn’t act fast, others would snatch the tokens first.
This year, the number of silver tokens was higher than expected. Usually, there were around two hundred, but this ti, there were over 270.
After Jiheon Yang hurried back, nearly 90% of the silver tokens had already been claid by the other elites. In the end, he managed to grab only one, a poor result compared to his sect’s previous disciples.
Jiheon Yang’s face was dark with frustration—it was all because of Amalia. If it hadn’t been for her, he would’ve gotten much more.
After the silver tokens ca the crystal tokens, equivalent to a hundred black tokens. However, there were far fewer of them.
The tension on the battlefield grew sharper, and as the competition intensified, everyone’s strength seed to rise. At this point, anyone could start fighting at any mont.
Whether there would be gold tokens, no one knew, making the crystal tokens even more valuable.
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