The first battle of the Nine Buddhist Heavenly Duels had started.
This was a grand event for the entire World of Eight Cultivators. Apart from the experts participating in the competition, all the martial artists who were qualified to come and watch and felt that they could learn something from it swarmed over.
The arena was located in the western suburbs, and it was a nine-story golden platform. All the experts in the world gathered here.
When the Nine Buddhist Heavenly Duels Arena opened, even the current emperor, Chan Yujing, would come and watch from the peak of the Heavenly Jade Palace.
Chan Yujing was in his prime. He wore a flat imperial crown and a purple-gold dragon robe. He was nine feet tall and had an imposing appearance. He indeed looked like a human emperor.
He casually glanced at the arena, then turned around and said to his favorite daughter, Princess Yan, with a smile, "How does it feel to have all the heroes in the world in my hands?"
The Heavenly Jade Palace was a thousand feet tall, and it was the tallest building in the imperial city. Only the imperial family of the Great Moon Empire was qualified to stand here.
However, Princess Yan was not very happy.
She was originally a beauty that could captivate even birds and beasts. She had a gifted bloodline, mastered peerless martial arts, and stood at the peak of the clouds. It was rumored that Chanyu Jing didn't want to pass the throne to the Crown Prince, but wanted to pass it to this gifted girl.
Everything she saw was within her reach, and everything she wanted was within her reach.
Princess Yan began to feel that such a life was a bit boring.
"There are so many heroes in the world, but none of them can stand shoulder to shoulder with my father. It's really disappointing."
She heaved a long sigh and did not even want to look at the so-called young heroes on the arena.
Chan Yujing laughed.
"If it's not like this, how can it show that our royal family is extraordinary?"
If these ordinary people could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, wouldn't the world have been in chaos long ago? The imperial family was able to sit firmly in the capital of Zhongzhou and control the entire World of Eight Cultivators because of their overwhelming martial arts bloodline.
"Fine."
Princess Yan nodded lazily.
"I'm just looking around. I'm looking forward to the surprises of the Nine Buddhist Heavenly Duels Arena!"
... The heroes fighting on the arena did not know how the emperor and princess viewed them. Most of them were looking at the Heavenly Jade Palace, which was shrouded in clouds and mist, in awe. Some even bowed from afar to show their respect.
Shen Zhenyi, however, straightened his back and did not seem to care about the Heavenly Jade Palace at all.
He stood lazily below the ring, waiting for his turn to fight.
"The next match is between Shen Zhenyi of the Abandoned Sword Villa and Senior Brother Wan of the Falling Plum Sect. What kind of place is this Abandoned Sword Villa? Someone actually has the qualifications to participate in the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena? "
"He should be a new talent appointed by the royal family. Every Nine Zen Heavenly Duels, there will be some people who obtain this honor. They are just here to make a name for themselves."
"Senior Brother Wan's divine skills are unrivalled. He has long since mastered the Three Thousand Plum Fall Technique. This newcomer can be considered unlucky to encounter him in the first round."
"That might not be the case. Senior Brother Wan is a kind and honest person. Perhaps he will show some mercy. In any case, how many of these rookies who were specially sent into the arena can pass the first round? Being able to exchange a few moves with Senior Martial Brother Wan is already a great honor. When we go back, we can also brag about it. "
The crowd discussed animatedly. Cynanchum Chinense was furious as she listened. She went back and told Shen Zhenyi, but Shen Zhenyi didn't care at all.
"Victory and defeat only count in the arena. What do we care about what they say in private?"
He paused and smiled. "Everyone in the world looks down on me. Won't the odds be higher? We can make a lot of money this time."
Master, you don't usually care so much about money!
Cynanchum Chinense didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt that her master had become a little strange after talking with the Dreamless Monk. He was different from his usual self.
Wan Chuanzhou was an elder of the Falling Plum Sect, one of the eight sects in the world.
Although he wasn't the strongest in the sect, he had already broken through the eighth level of the Perfected Person Realm and could be considered a master.
Although he didn't expect to win the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena this time, he still hoped to squeeze into the front ranks and fight for the right to cultivate in the Luan Li Mystic Land. Even if he couldn't comprehend the profound martial arts, it was good to lay the foundation for the younger generation.
At the very least, he could get familiar with them and represent his identity and status.
With this thought in mind, Wan Chuanzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his opponent in the first round was a newcomer.
At least he wouldn't be eliminated in the first round, and it wouldn't be too embarrassing for him to brag about in front of the younger generation.
In the arena, he even kindly said to Shen Zhenyi, "Young man, it's already an honor for you to come to this Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena. I'll show you mercy later so that you won't lose too much face. "
… In Wan Chuanzhou's opinion, no matter how strong Shen Zhenyi was, there was a limit to how strong he could be. There was no way he could be a match for him, Plum Falls Three Thousand.
Shen Zhenyi saw that he was being polite, so he smiled and said, "It's rare for Mister Wan to be so kind. I'll show you mercy later and save Mister Wan's face."
Mister Wan's expression changed slightly. Although he had good self-restraint, he was still unhappy that a young man was so arrogant in front of him.
He sneered and said, "Young man, don't bite off more than you can chew. Let's see how you'll show me mercy in the arena."
He took a few steps back and stood with his hands behind his back. Below the golden platform, his disciples cheered and praised his senior demeanor.
Shen Zhenyi smiled indifferently and didn't care.
The other party thought that he was older and wanted him to make the first move. Since Shen Zhenyi had the intention to show mercy, he didn't go too far. He casually borrowed a long sword, shook it, and stabbed it toward Wan Chuanzhou's chest.
Wan Chuanzhou was furious when he saw his sword move.
He thought to himself, This brat is going too far.
Shen Zhenyi's sword move was a widely spread introductory sword move in the world of the eight cultivators. It was called "Heavenly Bird", and it was created by imitating the movements of various birds.
Almost every swordsman would first learn this sword move when they entered the world of swordsmanship to familiarize themselves with the sword.
But … probably no one would use it against an enemy.
This sword move was slow, soft, and lacked variation. In Wan Chuanzhou's opinion, Shen Zhenyi was completely looking down on him by using this sword move to deal with him.
You're just a newcomer invited by the imperial family. Even if you'll definitely rise up in the future, you still have to respect your seniors, right?
Wan Chuanzhou suppressed his anger and told himself that this young man was immature and that he shouldn't lower himself to his level.
With a slash of the long sword, thousands of falling plum blossoms turned into illusions. It was very beautiful.
The people below the stage were full of praises.
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