The so-called half-step Martial Monarch referred to cultivating Essence to the limit of a Martial King. Comprehending states to the limit of a Martial King. Cultivating Cultivation Techniques to the limit of a Martial King. Cultivating Martial Techniques to the limit of a Martial King.
After reaching the limit in all aspects, there would be a qualitative change. There would be a huge difference from a Martial King. After that, once one's Mental Energy cultivation reached a certain level, they would be able to successfully advance to Martial Monarch.
Xie Ziwen's talent was outstanding. His comprehension of states, Cultivation Techniques, and Martial Techniques could be said to have reached the limit of a Martial King. Only his cultivation was slightly weaker.
However, after Xie Ziwen consumed the Blood Essence Pill, he made up for this difference. Within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he could be considered a true half-step Martial Monarch.
Xie Ziwen had not expected Xiao Chen to be able to break his attack so easily. He did not feel any pressure at all.
Aside from the one-meter radius of Xiao Chen's feet, the arena was already in tatters. The rest of the arena was already filled with holes; it was a complete mess.
"Thousand Flaming Flames, gather!"
Xie Ziwen shouted, and the countless flaming palms in the air merged together. They formed an incredibly huge flaming palm with clear lines and a beautiful luster.
The palm was like a tall wall. It fell down at an incredible speed. Its shadow instantly covered Xiao Chen.
"I don't believe that I cannot suppress you to death!"
Xie Ziwen formed hand seals continuously. A sea of fire surged around him. The might of the descending flaming palm continued to increase.
"Boom!"
A bolt of purple lightning, like a spear, pierced through his palm and shot out. At the end of the lightning.
At the end of the electric light was an ethereal figure holding a long saber. He was dressed in white with a blue bandana on his head. He had a delicate face and a delicate face.
"Bang!"
His palm landed solidly on the ground. Without any pause, the arena silently sank more than ten meters into the ground.
The might of the palm was so great that it flabbergasted everyone. The surrounding crowd found it hard to imagine how the white figure in the air managed to break the palm with just one saber strike.
"Xiu!"
Xiao Chen pointed his saber at the sky. The sharpness in his heart that had never faded surged out from his saber and into the clouds. "Dang! Dang!
Dang! Dang! "
The six-foot-long saber trembled continuously as an extremely sharp saber intent spread throughout the entire Tianwu Plaza.
Among the thousands of spectating cultivators, the weapons of some bladesmen could not help but shake intensely, as if they would fall out of their hands at any moment.
When Jiang Zimo, Zuo Mo, Ding Fengchou, and the other cultivators of the same generation as Xiao Chen saw this scene, they exchanged glances with each other with strange expressions.
After a while, Zuo Mo said with some uncertainty, "It should be saber intent. Ding Fengchou, you say it. You are a swordsman and have comprehended sword intent. You have more say than us."
As Ding Fengchou looked at the white figure in the sky, he felt very bitter in his heart. From today onwards, he, Ding Fengchou, would have to look at this person forever.
Ding Fengchou sighed softly and nodded heavily, "Stop guessing. That is saber intent. Actually, I should have thought of it long ago. After he cleared the hurdle of desire, his mental state reached Consummation. It is only natural for the Qi in his heart to turn into saber intent. "
Although Ding Fengchou said that, he had not expected Xiao Chen to comprehend saber intent so early. Based on his estimations, Xiao Chen would need at least two years to comprehend saber intent.
When the others received Ding Fengchou's confirmation, they all remained silent. Saber intent was different from sword intent; it was harder to comprehend.
If one could comprehend saber intent before the age of thirty, one could become a powerful bladesman.
Xiao Chen had comprehended saber intent before the age of twenty. He was already comparable to the ancient geniuses of the Saber Dao. The gap between them had widened once again.
Shi Hailong's mouth gaped open for a long time before he closed it again. All the worry on his aged face vanished like smoke. He beamed with joy and said, "Ha ha ha! Gong Haoyu, you are seeking your own humiliation this time. Let's see how you are going to account to your Pavilion Master when you return."
Xie Ziwen's Second Martial Uncle, Gong Haoyu, had a sullen expression. He struggled to say, "Don't laugh too early. It is just saber intent. It is not sufficient for a half-step Martial Monarch."
"Xiu!"
The Qi in Xiao Chen's heart surged out. His entire body felt very carefree.
With the completion of saber intent, the sharpness in my heart will never be extinguished. From this moment on, Xiao Chen could truly be called a bladesman.
Xie Ziwen's expression changed unpredictably. As he looked at Xiao Chen, whose white robes fluttered in the air and whose saber intent dominated the entire place, despair welled up in his heart.
It can't be! It can't be! After I became famous, aside from the peak people of the Great Jin Nation, no one can defeat me.
Xiao Chen is just a cultivator from the Great Qin Nation. It is impossible for him to defeat me. I want to win! I want to win! I want to snatch away his Luck and become a peak genius of the Great Jin Nation!
Xie Ziwen roared ferociously, and veins bulged on his forehead. He shouted, "Dance of Ten Thousand Flames!"
Xie Ziwen formed hand seals, and the sea of fire around him surged up into the sky. The temperature of the entire plaza soared.
The scorching air forced everyone to circulate their Cultivation Energies to disperse the heatwave.
"Rise!"
Xie Ziwen pointed at Xiao Chen. Sweat dripped down his face. This move had overdrawn all his Essence, causing his face to pale.
If he had not consumed the Blood Essence Pill, he would not have been able to execute this move with his Essence. "Chi! Chi!
Chi! "
Thousands of arm-thick flame ribbons surrounded Xiao Chen from the sea of fire, trying to trap him.
Xiao Chen's gaze turned cold; it was as sharp as a saber. He grasped his saber tightly with his right hand and swung it gently. With the support of the sharp saber intent, the saber light became extremely resplendent.
"Dang!
Dang! Dang! "The bladesmen in the plaza could no longer hold on to their weapons. They all flew into the air.
"Eternal saber intent, inextinguishable sharpness!"
Using the saber intent's sharpness, Xiao Chen did not advance. Instead, he retreated. This was the first time he brought out his full strength after advancing to peak Medial Grade Martial King.
"Ka ca!
As the saber gleam swept past, the flame ribbons were sliced apart like noodles by the saber gleam.
As the flame ribbons flew through the air, they gave off a dazzling red light. They looked very beautiful. Xiao Chen continued to descend like a hot knife through butter. Soon, he arrived before Xie Ziwen.
Xiao Chen chopped all the flame ribbons into pieces. This upgraded version of the Dance of a Thousand Flames, which had given Xiao Chen a lot of trouble in the past, was broken like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Xiu!"
A sharp saber intent trembled in the arena. The mysterious phenomenon of flames that Xie Ziwen created using his state instantly scattered.
Xie Ziwen's final move was only executed halfway before it was destroyed by such a tyrannical move.
"You … lost."
As the saber rested on Xie Ziwen's neck, Xiao Chen's expression remained calm as he repeated what he said earlier.
You lost!
Xiao Chen's voice was as calm as ever; there were no fluctuations at all. The saber rested on Xie Ziwen's neck. With just one move, he could end Xie Ziwen's life.
The entire place fell silent; no one said anything. As they looked at Xiao Chen, no one believed that he had relied on luck to clear the eighth floor of the Ancient Desolate Tower.
Xiao Chen tyrannically ended the mysterious phenomenon of the sea of flames. Xie Ziwen's pale face, which had overdrawn on his Essence, became even paler.
"Pu ci!"
Xie Ziwen vomited a large mouthful of blood. His overwhelming aura deflated like a balloon.
After the time it took for a joss stick to burn was up, the Medicinal Energy of the Blood Essence Pill completely dissipated. At this moment, the side effects of the Blood Essence Pill appeared.
Xie Ziwen's eyes were listless; he felt completely drained of energy. His cultivation fell until he was a Medial Grade Martial King.
It would be impossible for Xie Ziwen to recover to his peak state within three months. This was the cruel side effect of the Blood Essence Pill.
"Xiu!"
The Evil Moon Pavilion's Gong Haoyu rushed over at lightning speed and grabbed Xie Ziwen. He looked coldly and emotionlessly at Xiao Chen and said, "Very good. You have thoroughly offended the Evil Moon Pavilion. I hope you will never step into the Great Jin Nation again. Otherwise, no one will be able to protect you."
After Gong Haoyu said this, he grabbed Xie Ziwen with one hand and soared into the sky, heading for the exit of the Tianwu Plaza.
"Boom!"
However, just as Gong Haoyu took a step into the air, he discovered an extremely sharp saber Qi heading for his head at lightning speed.
The saber Qi contained an inextinguishable sharp saber intent. With the support of that saber intent, the might of the state of thunder in the saber Qi more than doubled.
Gong Haoyu's expression turned cold as he smashed his palm against the saber Qi. Electricity flickered and exploded in the air.
The saber light turned into a resplendent Martial Technique, illuminating the sky. This saber Qi forced Gong Haoyu to descend.
"Xiao Chen, what are you trying to do?!" Gong Haoyu shouted angrily after he landed.
Xiao Chen pointed his saber at Gong Haoyu. His calm face did not change as he said indifferently, "Did I say you could leave?"
The six-meter-long saber trembled continuously. A sharp saber intent spread out continuously. The saber intent pulled the weapons up into the air, causing them to tremble rapidly.
When the thousands of cultivators in the Tianwu Plaza heard Xiao Chen's words, their brains short-circuited.
What was Xiao Chen trying to do? Gong Haoyu was an outer sect elder of the Evil Moon Pavilion. He had already become a half-step Martial Monarch many years ago.
Although Gong Haoyu's talent was limited and he would never be able to advance to Martial Monarch, he was still a bona fide half-step Martial Monarch.
Gong Haoyu was not like Xie Ziwen, who relied on Medicinal Pills to forcefully advance to half-step Martial Monarch. There was a fundamental difference between the two.
Although Xiao Chen's victory over Xie Ziwen was shocking, it was not impossible for a genius who had cleared the eighth floor.
However, Xiao Chen was too crazy to make a move against Gong Haoyu.
After all, Xiao Chen was still too young. He had not matured yet. There was still a gap between him and the experts of the older generation.
Gong Haoyu remained expressionless as he gently tossed Xie Ziwen's body off the platform. Then, Xie Ziwen slowly landed on the ground.
"It looks like I am really getting old. Youths are already so arrogant. Today, you attacked me first. Even if I kill you, the Heavenly Extermination Union will not be able to say anything."
Xiao Chen smiled coldly to himself. This person is really shameless. If he had not threatened me, why would I make a move against him?
Since they had already shed all pretense of cordiality, there was no need to drag this grudge to the Great Jin Nation to settle. Xiao Chen was not a person who waited ten years for revenge.
If there was an opportunity, Xiao Chen would deal with the other party now. There was no need to wait until they reached the other party's territory.
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