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Chapter 451: Sweep_3

Chapter 451: Sweep_3

The problem was, every sect verbally agreed, but none of them were convinced in their hearts.

Without any benefits, why should they commit both manpower and effort?

If they won, there was no reward; if they lost, they faced humiliation—what kind of situation was this?

Thus, the scene from before unfolded.

Duan Shiye first feigned a quick defeat, followed by eight sects vying to elevate Fang Zhixing. Then, no one else appeared to issue a challenge, as a way to perfunctorily deal with Ji Xiangjun.

As a result, Ji Xiangjun clearly understood, and subsequently tossed out an extremely tempting prize.

The eight major sects finally had motivation.

The Innate Sect planned to strike first but unexpectedly...

"Haha, it seems the reward I have here isn’t so easy to take away,"

Ji Xiangjun’s eyes brightened, and she immediately laughed with her mouth wide open.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Kunyu snorted angrily, flipped his hand to take out an Eight Diagram Seal, and walked straight toward the martial arts arena.

Fan Zhenglun’s mouth twitched at the sight of the Eight Diagram Seal.

The Eight Diagram Seal was the treasured artifact of the Innate Sect, a fourth-level treasure, renowned and illustrious.

Zhong Kunyu was desperate and planned to join the fight personally.

"Dad!"

At this moment, Zhong Wen Gui staggered to his feet and called out to Zhong Kunyu.

"Son, you go and heal first. I will avenge you right away—our revenge shall not wait till tomorrow!"

Zhong Kunyu was filled with a murderous aura; had the Eight Diagram Seal not been a blood-recognized treasure only he could use,

how could Zhong Wen Gui have possibly lost with the Eight Diagram Seal in his hands?

"Dad, don’t go!"

Zhong Wen Gui held onto Zhong Kunyu and whispered a few words into his ear.

Zhong Kunyu’s expression changed again and again, and after deeply looking at his son and hesitating for a moment, he silently put away the Eight Diagram Seal and helped his son off the stage.

This scene immediately led to great disappointment among those on the observation platform, causing an uproar of insults, berating the Innate Sect for being pathetic.

Zhong Kunyu’s face turned iron blue, and veins bulged on his forehead, but he forcibly held back.

Seeing this, Guan Zhaohua and others exchanged looks, puzzled and uncertain.

For a time, once again, no one stepped forward to issue a challenge.

Ji Xiangjun glanced around the room, then suddenly fixed her gaze on one person, and commanded, "Yao Yunyi, you go up."

At the command, the leader of Peach Blossom Island, Yao Yunyi, couldn’t help but show a bitter smile.

He stood up, bowed his head, and cupped his fists, "Head, among the ten sects, Peach Blossom Island is the weakest.

Fang Guest Elder is an astonishingly powerful warrior, unstoppable, and I, myself, admit I am no match for him."

Ji Xiangjun snorted coldly, "I didn’t say it had to be a one-on-one fight. Your Peach Blossom Island’s ’Peach Blossom Sword Formation’ is somewhat famous, why not showcase it and give everyone a treat?"

Yao Yunyi’s breath hitched and he immediately revealed an ecstatic expression.

"Head, this, this..."

Fan Zhenglun grew anxious, glaring and blurting out, "The Peach Blossom Sword Formation is extraordinary, formed by multiple masters of the Nine Ox Realm, and it’s rumored to be able to contend with the Hundred Cows Realm..."

"Nonsense!"

Suddenly, Ji Xiangjun coldly interrupted, scoffing, "What contending with the Hundred Cows Realm? Do you even understand how powerful the Hundred Cows Realm is?"

Fan Zhenglun’s heart trembled, and looking across Dan State, it seemed only King Chi An had stepped into the Hundred Cows Realm.

In the eyes of King Chi An, the ten major sects were probably no different than ants.

He knew he had misspoken and hurriedly said, "The old man has misspoken, please, Head, forgive my offense."

Ji Xiangjun sternly said, "All of you from the ten major sects, listen well, I have only mentioned rewards, but have not yet spoken of punishments.

If today you cannot force Fang Zhixing to fight with all his might, then there will be no need for the existence of the ten major sects hereafter."

Upon hearing these words, everyone couldn’t help but inhale sharply, their complexions quickly turning extremely unsightly.

Since ancient times, sects in Jianghu have been but small fish and shrimp, not a single sect has been able to stand against the Court, nor to win against an Aristocratic Family.

Even Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism have bowed down to imperial power and have pledged allegiance.

In the eyes of the common people, especially those hot-blooded youths, Jianghu seems like a place worth yearning for.

But in the eyes of the Court and the Aristocratic Families, those people in Jianghu are not worth mentioning, nothing more than a bunch of lowly academics and all sorts of characters.

Guan Zhaohua and the others turned pale, they might be the leaders of a sect, but at this moment they couldn’t lift their heads at all.

What a scene this was!

Fang Zhixing’s eyebrows rose slightly, and he couldn’t help feeling extremely surprised.

The authority of Ji Xiangjun was just too great!

Logically speaking, these sect leaders too were people of distinguished status, respected figures, their strength almost at the peak of the Nine Ox Realm.

Even if they couldn’t stand against Aristocratic Families at the peak of the Nine Ox Realm, couldn’t stand against the Prince Te’an, their power was there for all to see, coming and going as they pleased.

How could they...

Yao Yunyi sighed and, without further hesitation, grasped his long sword and quickly ascended the Martial Arts Arena.

Ascending alongside him were four red-robed swordsmen.

There are five petals on a peach blossom.

Yao Yunyi and the other four stood apart, their shadows connected and just so happened to form the pattern of a peach blossom.

They wore red robes which fluttered about, appearing just like blooming peach blossoms.

"Guest Elder Fang, the Peach Blossom Sword Formation can be formed by multiple people, with a minimum of five required,"

Yao Yunyi introduced himself, and said indifferently, "Relying on the sword formation, our Sword Qi is interconnected, killing invisibly. Once we make our move, we cannot stop, so please be careful."

Fang Zhixing’s lips turned up slightly, and he replied, "Please."

Boom!

Suddenly, Yao Yunyi and the four others drew their swords from their sheaths, their bodies simultaneously shaking, and five astonishing streams of Sword Qi surged forth.

The Sword Qi was crimson, like flowing silk.

The five streams of Sword Qi intertwined with one another, rubbing and colliding continuously.

Each collision produced shards of crimson red, their size and shape strikingly similar to the petals of peach blossoms.

In an instant, whoosh!

Countless petals rushed out, by the thousands, blanketing the sky and dancing with the wind.

Fang Zhixing squinted slightly, clearly seeing that every petal’s edge was tinged with a sharp Sword Qi.

Which meant that every petal was in fact a sharp sword, wrapped in formidable Sword Qi.

The five swordsmen of Yao Yunyi, with their Sword Qi unified, possessed the collective strength of five at the peak of the Nine Ox Realm, but their combined combat power was definitely beyond the sum of five at the peak of the Nine Ox Realm each fighting alone.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, his ten blood-colored tentacles trembling excitedly, the air immediately cracking like the sound of firecrackers.

He did not hold back, brandishing his blood-colored tentacles, he wildly smashed them down.

"Kill!"

Yao Yunyi’s expression was cold and harsh, teeming with murderous intent.

Countless petals roared forth...