"Then, I'll let you, a true genius, guide me." A calm voice sounded as Chu Mu's figure flashed and appeared in front of Tao Shixiong like a gust of wind.
Tao Shixiong was slightly startled by his sudden speed, but he soon recovered.
"Alright, let me test the strength of the new chief disciple of the Soaring Sky Court …" Tao Shixiong said with a smile.
Chu Mu only smiled faintly and didn't say anything. Tao Shixiong's strength was indeed stronger than Zhong Muchen's, but …
"Take my sword!" Tao Shixiong immediately used a grade four sword skill. A huge golden sword condensed in the air and slashed down. The Battle Stage trembled as if it was about to be split apart.
"Thundercloud Storm!" Thinking to himself, a powerful sword intent and four kinds of Upanishads gushed out from his body and gathered in the Sword of No Return. He slashed out with his sword. A terrifying whistling sound was heard as a terrifying windstorm rolled out, covering hundreds of meters in just a blink.
Tao Shixiong's expression changed drastically when he saw this.
Under the tyrannical thundercloud storm, the huge golden sword was sucked in and destroyed bit by bit. Under the tyrannical power of the thundercloud storm, the huge golden sword dissipated.
The thundercloud storm that was dozens of meters long swept over, and a terrifying suction force fell on Tao Shixiong's body, causing him to lose his footing and almost be sucked into the thundercloud storm.
Sword! Sword! Sword!
Tao Shixiong performed three third rank sword techniques in a row and destroyed the Thunder Cloud Storm. The aftershock blasted towards Chu Mu. Immediately after, he used his sword to accumulate power. A powerful wave of profound energy gushed out from his body and the sound of a tsunami could be heard as he used his sword.
With a slash of his sword, a violent energy surged out like a tsunami, instantly covering the entire Battle Stage. The tyrannical power was even more shocking than the first move of the huge golden sword.
"Senior Brother Tao will win for sure." The disciples of the Fair Sky Court rejoiced, while the disciples of the Soaring Sky Court looked worried. Only Zhong Muchen had a calm expression.
The violent impact of the waves wreaked havoc on the Battle Stage, and the momentum was extremely shocking.
"I'll win for sure." Tao Shixiong secretly smiled. There was no way Chu Mu could withstand such a powerful attack.
When the tyrannical power of this sword technique dissipated, Chu Mu's silhouette appeared once again. He held the sword in both hands, standing vertically in front of him. His entire person was like a mountain, standing tall on the Battle Platform, unmoving.
Tao Shixiong was shocked, and so were the disciples of the Flat Sky Academy. The disciples of the Soaring Sky Academy, on the other hand, were overjoyed. That was because the invisible protective energy around Chu Mu was still there.
"A fourth-grade defensive sword technique …" Tao Shixiong said with difficulty.
Switching from defense to offense, the Grade Four Sword Skill, Thunderstorm, reappeared.
A massive rumbling sound rang out as a terrifying storm that was hundreds of meters wide swept out, causing Tao Shixiong's expression to fall.
Due to his haste, he didn't have enough time to use a fourth-grade sword technique to defend himself. He could only use three third-grade sword techniques consecutively. However, the difference between a third-grade sword technique and a fourth-grade sword technique was too great. Even if he used three moves consecutively, they were all destroyed by the Thunderstorm.
As the Thunderstorm approached, a powerful suction force caused Tao Shixiong's body to lean forward. Unable to control his strength, he was sucked into the Thunderstorm and destroyed.
If it wasn't for the invisible protective energy, Tao Shixiong would have died within the Thunderstorm.
"You …" When the Thunderstorm dissipated, Tao Shixiong felt the invisible protective energy dissipating. His expression changed. He had actually lost. He had lost to the sword of someone he looked down on.
"Let Xiao Ling do it," said Chu Mu.
Tao Shixiong's expression kept changing. He took out ten thousand high-grade origin crystals and a hundred flying points and handed them to Chu Mu.
The quick-witted disciples of the Fair Sky Court immediately reacted and left the Hundred Battles Tower to find Xiao Ling.
If Xiao Ling didn't make a move, no one would be able to stop the Soaring Sky Court's disciples.
…
"Senior Brother … Senior Brother … Senior Brother … Something bad has happened …" The disciples who came to find Xiao Ling shouted in panic as they approached the Sword Tower.
After a while, a person came out of the Sword Tower.
His long hair draped over his shoulders and covered half of his face. The eyes that were exposed were extremely sharp, as if they contained a divine sword. With just a glance, the disciples outside the Sword Tower's seal had a drastic change in expression and took three steps back.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Ling asked in a cold voice.
"Senior Brother …" The disciple suppressed the chill in his heart. After swallowing his saliva, he explained, "Something bad has happened. The Soaring Sky Court's new chief disciple defeated Senior Brother Tao. Apart from him, no one else in the Fair Sky Court is his match."
"Who is the new chief disciple?" Xiao Ling's voice was still cold as he walked out of the Sword Tower. "Tell me the situation."
"It's … It's like this, Senior Brother." The disciple quickly explained everything from the Soaring Sky Court's disciples breaking into the Hundred Battles Tower to how Chu Mu defeated Tao Shixiong. "That's what happened. Now, we need Senior Brother to make a move to defeat Chu Mu and defend our Fair Sky Court's prestige."
"A grade 4 defensive sword technique …" Xiao Ling muttered to himself. He ignored the disciple and the Sword Light flashed on his body. He became one with his sword and flew several meters away from the ground. He was extremely fast as he rushed to the Hundred Battles Tower.
"I wonder when I'll be able to comprehend the Sword Controlling Art." The old disciple of the Fair Sky Court sighed enviously as he watched Xiao Ling disappear. Then, he thought of something and quickly executed his movement technique, running at high speed like a cheetah.
…
"Chu Mu, don't be too complacent. Defeating me is nothing. When Senior Brother Xiao arrives, you'll know what defeat is," Tao Shixiong said to Chu Mu.
Tao Shixiong was actually very unwilling to be defeated by Chu Mu. However, so what? He still lost. He could only accept this reality.
"I'll be waiting," Chu Mu said. He did not refute because he was looking forward to his battle with Xiao Ling.
Suddenly, a sharp aura assaulted them. Everyone seemed to have sensed something and quickly turned to look at the entrance of the Hundred Battles Tower. They saw a beam of resplendent sword light that seemed to have come from the heavens. In the blink of an eye, it shot into the Hundred Battles Tower and landed on the Hundred Battles Platform.
"It's Senior Brother Xiao."
"Senior Brother Xiao is finally here."
"Great! This time, we'll definitely win."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Xiao."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Xiao."
Xiao Ling's personality was cold, but he was very strong. There was no doubt that he was the Fair Sky Court's Senior Brother. Because of this, his reputation in the Fair Sky Court was unparalleled.
Xiao Ling was the pillar of the Fair Sky Court, the backbone of the Fair Sky Court's disciples. The moment he appeared, the Fair Sky Court's disciples felt as if they had found a harbor.
Chu Mu's eyes narrowed. Xiao Ling's entire being was like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed, emitting a shocking sharpness. The air around him seemed to be affected, transforming into wisps of sword aura that drifted away before returning to the air. This cycle repeated itself.
"He's indeed a strong opponent," Chu Mu muttered to himself.
The Soaring Sky Court's disciples immediately became nervous. Even Zhong Muchen was no exception.
Until now, Zhong Muchen had fought with Xiao Ling once in the past three thousand years and suffered a crushing defeat.
When facing Xiao Ling, his strength seemed so weak and powerless. He was directly defeated by Xiao Ling's sword. There was no luck to speak of.
After that, he never saw Xiao Ling again. However, Xiao Ling was like an unsheathed sword. The shocking sharpness of Xiao Ling's sword had always been imprinted in his mind. After a long time, Zhong Muchen felt that his strength had increased. When he met Xiao Ling again, he should be able to easily face him. Only now did he realize that when facing Xiao Ling, his hands and feet would still tremble, just like three years ago.
That figure was like a shadow entrenched in his mind, entrenched in his heart.
Every powerful disciple of the Flying Heaven Pavilion had their own legends. As the Fair Sky Court's Senior Brother Xiao, who had occupied this position for seven years, there were naturally many legends about Xiao Ling.
His strength was deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Although he appeared even less frequently than Zhong Muchen, his powerful image was still there.
It was said that Xiao Ling had once challenged the Soaring Sky Court. Although he lost in the end, he still managed to display his might in the Soaring Sky Court.
Xiao Ling was a powerful disciple who had refined his sword intent and profound to the late eighth revolution. He had comprehended five kinds of profound. His comprehension ability was also the highest in the Soaring Sky Court, surpassing many people in the Soaring Sky Court. He was only slightly inferior to a few people in the Soaring Sky Court.
According to Zhong Muchen's knowledge, Xiao Ling had comprehended two grade four sword skills a few years ago. Now that a few years had passed, it was possible that he had already comprehended a third grade four sword skill.
The excited shouts of the Soaring Sky Court's disciples stopped when they saw Xiao Ling's actions.
Xiao Ling raised his head slightly and looked at Chu Mu. His sharp gaze shot out. Even his long hair couldn't block it in the slightest. It was as if two sword lights were shooting out of his eyes, wanting to destroy Chu Mu's confidence. The sharpness on his body grew even stronger.
The sword lights were as cold as ice in the extreme north.
However, Chu Mu wasn't afraid at all. His eyes also emitted a cold light as he shot out, meeting Xiao Ling's gaze midway.
The gazes of both sides were like sharp swords. After the collision, crackling sounds could be heard. Countless sparks flew out like dazzling fireworks.
Sparks flew out one after another …
The disciples of the Soaring Sky Court and the Soaring Sky Court below the Hundred Battles Stage all shut their mouths and watched quietly. All of them were either excited or nervous.
The disciples of the Flat Sky Academy hoped that their chief disciple would be able to defeat the chief disciple of the Sky Soaring Academy with absolute strength and attitude. They wanted them to understand that the Sky Soaring Academy would always be at the bottom of the three academies and would never be able to make a comeback.
The Soaring Sky Court's disciples hoped that their First Senior Brother would be able to defeat Xiao Ling. It didn't matter if it was a clean victory or a difficult one. It was fine as long as the Soaring Sky Court's First Senior Brother was able to achieve their dream of soaring to the heavens.
When their gazes collided, they were evenly matched. Space seemed to freeze for an instant. Then, both sides drew their swords.
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