al of fifty or sixty years old, Popov, the son of Shepchenko.Looking at his father in the hospital bed, Popov's face was full of urgency.Although Shepchenko is 85 years old this year, he has a unique...Seeing such a fierce offensive, everyone around changed color. Sure enough, the competition reached this stage, and there were no weaklings left.

At the same time, many people were worried for Wang Chen, wondering how this woman would respond to such a fierce sword technique.

And just then, another flurry of rapid piano notes sounded.

Wàngchén remained head bowed, not even glancing at the rain of flying swords above. Ten slender fingers, like jade, danced ceaselessly across the strings of his qin.

As individual notes emerged, an invisible barrage of energy blades swept forth, more numerous and dense than any celestial swords in the heavens.

...Ring ring ring...

Sound waves transformed into swords, though those swords were invisible and intangible, when they clashed with Situ Kang's flying sword, a metallic clang echoed through the air.

Moreover, it was powerful and unmatched, scattering the rain of swords in the sky.

To add insult to injury, the countless intangible air swords formed by sound waves continued their assault on Situ Kang. A myriad of sword beams shot towards him, their momentum surpassing that of ten thousand swords converging on a single target, even more imposing and fierce.

"Ah!"

Si Tu Kang let out a scream, he never dreamed that there would be such a result. He was struck by sword qi and flew into the air. His body was pierced through again and again with gaping wounds.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a bloody mess. Fortunately, Wochu didn't strike him down fatally; those qi swords had parted around his vital points, ultimately saving his life.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, but those around watched with bated breath.

"My goodness, how could this masked woman be so powerful..."

"That's amazing, I wonder who would be stronger if they fought our Hanjian Fairy…"

"That's a powerhouse at the late stage of the Void Realm, and she defeated him like that. Can things get any more overpowered"

For a moment, there were gasps of astonishment all around as everyone was shocked by the power that Wangchen had displayed.

Even Li Miaozhen on the viewing stand narrowed her eyes. It was clear that this woman in front of them was a major obstacle for Leng Qingqiu's path to victory.

She whispered to Prince Bai Li Xingkong, "Your Highness, if that kid surnamed Ye manages to pass this round, in the next round, pair them together."

Both of them are obstacles in our way, getting rid of one is always good.

Bai Li Xing Kong didn't speak, just nodded slightly. The two of them thought as one, deciding that in the next match, Ye Bufan would fight against Wang Chen.

In the ring, the referee announced that Wangchen won, marking the end of the fight.

The three matches ended very quickly due to the overwhelming disparity in strength.

Next, the next round of the competition began, and Ye Bufan and the other six people stepped onto the stage.

The other two groups of four were also very strong, but not many people paid attention to them. Everyone else's attention was focused on his group.

Feng Wuhen looked at the young man before him, his expression heavier than ever.

Before this, I had first met this man at Leng Qingqiu's place. He was full of disdain then, thinking the other party was just an ant.

Now he has completely changed this perception. In terms of actual cultivation, even if he is slightly stronger than Nangong Du, the difference is definitely not large.

Even the opponent was beaten to a pulp, their cultivation completely shattered. Faced with such a powerful adversary, he couldn't help but take him seriously.

That's precisely why the several elders of Shenfeng Valley held a meeting late last night, specifically to devise a strategy against Ye Bufan.

Ultimately, two conclusions can be drawn: first, NanGong Du was overly careless, which led to his swift and crushing defeat.

Besides, it acknowledged the opponent's strength, at least no less than Nangong Du and him. This match must use all its strength and not allow any carelessness or underestimation.

In contrast, Ye Bufan looked relaxed and at ease.

Just after refining the power of the seal within the Xuanyuan Zhan Tian body, he has reached the early stage of the Dongxu cultivation base.

With the domineering and powerful nature of the Chaotic Sutra, he could completely fight across realms. His true essence was now as profound as that of an ordinary early-stage Mahayana cultivator.

That means that now, whether it's his physical body or actual cultivation, he is far beyond Feng Wuhen. As long as he wants to, he can kill the other party with a single slap.

But he didn't want to do that. Yesterday, because his performance was too high-profile, the odds offered by the casino were extremely low. This was certainly not the result he wanted.

That's real money, every bit counts. The more he loses, the better.

That's why he suppressed most of his current cultivation, deliberately acting low-key. Even if he won, he had to make it look like a hard-fought victory, so that tomorrow he could rake in another hefty sum from Shenglong Gambling House.

"Are you all ready The competition begins now!"

As the referee blew his whistle, Ye Bufan launched an immediate attack. He dashed forward in a flash and appeared before Feng Wuhen, delivering a powerful punch.

This punch looks formidable, perfectly embodying the principles of accuracy, precision, and power.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuhen finally felt some relief. It seemed that Nangong Du had been rather careless yesterday.

Although Ye Bufan's displayed strength was not inferior to that of a Void Profound peak expert, it was not overwhelming to the point of being insurmountable.

As for the opponent's speed, he didn't take it to heart at all. As the core disciple of Shenfeng Valley, what he was best at was speed.

Windless, a figure flashed from its original spot and disappeared, then appeared behind Ye Bufan like a phantom, striking him with a palm.

Ye Bufan seemed to be well-prepared, and he also dodged the attack with incredible speed. The two of them exchanged punches and kicks in a blink of an eye, landing over ten strikes each.

Seeing this scene, the elders of Shenfeng Valley felt their worries ease. They all believed that Ye Bufan's victory over Nangong Du was purely by chance.

Even on the viewing platform, Bai Li Xingkong and Li Miaozhen shared this sentiment, feeling they had previously overestimated their opponent's strength.

Feng Wuheng relaxed, his previous tension replaced by confidence. He reached behind him and drew his long sword.

"Ye Bufan, prepare to die!"

After finishing his words, he gripped his swords in both hands. The surrounding spiritual energy rapidly converged towards him, and his aura rose steadily, reaching its peak in an instant.

For a moment, an immense aura filled the entire venue. A head of black hair flew skyward, and countless strands of true energy poured into the long sword in his hand.

Although it hadn't yet been unsheathed, the sword trembled incessantly, emitting a buzzing clamor. Uncontrollable sword energy spilled outwards, each streak razor-sharp.

Seeing this scene, Ye Bufan's expression also became solemn. He stretched out his wrist, and a flame-wreathed long sword appeared in his palm.

"Boy, remember this, today you die by my Wind God Technique!"

The current wind carries no trace of malice, yet it is brimming with murderous intent. He is filled with boundless confidence.

The Wind God Art is the secret technique of the Wind Divine Valley, which can perfectly condense a person's speed, strength, spiritual power, and willpower together to exert the greatest power.

The most deadly thing is its speed. Countless powerful beings have been pierced through the throat before they could even react.

Now that Feng Wuhen has used this move, it's clear he's determined to win.

"Kill!"

The momentum had built to a peak, and finally Wind Without Trace's sword pierced through.

Suddenly, sword energy surged forth, condensing together. The whole person transformed into a phantom, moving at the limit of speed. The long sword let out a resonant cry, tearing through the void with immense power, capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Under the gaze of all eyes, this sword as fast as lightning instantly pierced Ye Bufan's throat.inished speaking, he looked at Ye Bufan: "Senior brother, what do you think about setting this standard How much should we charge for our consultation fees"After thinking for a moment, Ye Bufan stretc...