Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

"But Tuoba Rong'Er is nothing special, merely flaunting the prestige of the Tuoba family."

A swordsman said, slightly unconvinced, retorting.

"Easy to say, let's see you do it."

The martial artist who recognized Chu Ming's identity sneered.

"I'll do it!"

The swordsman said no more, his energy swirling. He flipped himself onto the arena, landing at the edge and looking coldly at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming, dressed in white robes, seemed only eighteen or nineteen years old, making the swordsman look down on him even more.

"Make your move."

Chu Ming lightly placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression composed.

"My name is Zhou Xuan. I've heard you defeated Tuoba Rong'Er, but Tuoba Rong'Er is nothing before me!"

Zhou Xuan said coldly, but still slowly drew out a blue longsword from his waist. A burst of sword light sparkled out, leaving a trail of sparks on the ground.

"This person is dangerous. Although Zhou Xuan is just a Fourth Layer Guiyuan Realm swordsman, his Sword Dao excels in killing. Ordinary Fourth Layer Guiyuan Realm martial artists aren't his match within ten moves."

Below the arena, a black-clothed swordsman frowned slightly and said slowly.

Beside him was a white-clothed swordsman, who, hearing the black-clothed swordsman's words, couldn't help but say, "If this person can defeat Tuoba Rong'Er, he must have some skill. Zhou Xuan will find it not easy to beat him."

Hearing the white-clothed swordsman, the black-clothed swordsman sneered disdainfully and said, "Let's just wait and see."

On the arena, as soon as Zhou Xuan's voice fell, his figure turned into a terrifying white sword light, charging towards Chu Ming. At the same time, his longsword tip fractured in layers, producing countless Blood Swords, surrounding Chu Ming from all directions.

Puff puff puff…

Countless Blood Swords struck towards Chu Ming. Chu Ming squinted his eyes, and only when those Blood Swords were within three meters did he abruptly draw his sword with his right hand.

Clang!

Immortal Sword Intent burst forth!

Slaughter Sword Intent burst forth!

A ruthless light mixed with a faint golden and red glow erupted from Chu Ming's sword, smashing directly towards the numerous blood-colored small swords ahead.

Puff puff puff…

At that moment, the blood-colored small swords were completely annihilated, turning into shattered spiritual power and dissipating into the air. The world seemed to have only that sharp sword light left.

Zhou Xuan's pupils shrank as a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. The fierce sword light methodically advanced in his line of vision.

Clang!

In a flash, he drew his sword, and a terrifying blood-colored sword light broke through the layers of white mist. The space between the two of them turned into a vacuum.

Crack!

However, Chu Ming's sword light was unexpectedly strong. As soon as they collided, the blood-colored sword light shattered violently and scattered.

Puff...

A deep, bone-visible wound appeared on Zhou Xuan's left chest. Simultaneously, he was slashed by the sword light, spat out a mouthful of blood in the air as he fell, and passed out upon hitting the ground.

At that moment, everyone below the arena was stunned, looking at Chu Ming as if they had seen a ghost.

One sword!

Just one sword!

Zhou Xuan, known for his strength, was defeated by Chu Ming in one strike, which was utterly unbelievable!

"I said Zhou Xuan wouldn't win so easily!"

Below the arena, the white-clothed swordsman glanced at the black-clothed swordsman, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slightly, speaking with a calm tone.

"Hmph!"

The black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, his face darkened. He lightly stomped his right foot and leaped onto the arena.

Zhou Xuan had not died, only fainted. An elder in a yellow robe instructed others to carry Zhou Xuan down for treatment, and the Hundred Battle Arena continued.

"The Black Swordsman, Xu Zhen!"

The black-clothed swordsman landed steadily on the arena, his gaze heavy as he spoke coldly.

"Chu Ming!"

Chu Ming responded calmly, his demeanor indifferent.

The Black Swordsman Xu Zhen was quite formidable, at the Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer. With Chu Ming's eyes, he could clearly see streams of light flickering around Xu Zhen, indicative of a high Sword Dao cultivation.

Swish!

As soon as they exchanged names and Chu Ming's voice fell, the Black Swordsman Xu Zhen's sword shattered the layers of air waves, slashing towards Chu Ming like a meteor from the sky.

"Vortex Killing Round Pattern Sword!"

Puff puff puff...

A white light flashed, and the Black Swordsman Xu Zhen's longsword transformed into a circular Slaughter Light Blade, cutting the air from the center.

Clang!

Chu Ming swung his sword again. The earth dimmed as a brilliant sword light fell from the sky, crashing towards the Black Swordsman Xu Zhen through the longsword in Chu Ming's hand.

Crack!

The sword light was fierce, directly splitting the white circular light blade in half, sending fragments of the sword light scattering in all directions, shattering the air.

The Black Swordsman Xu Zhen's face changed, attempting to retreat, but the speed of the scattered white light blade fragments was too fast, almost instantaneously reaching him.

Puff puff puff...

Blood beads splattered from his clothes, which turned tattered, bearing numerous sword marks.

"Damn it!"

The Black Swordsman was furious but maintained his rationality. Given Chu Ming's speed and strength, he knew he couldn't win and might even lose his life.

With a cold snort, the Black Swordsman Xu Zhen jumped off the arena.

Chu Ming's dominance also caught the attention of Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng, while Lin Xuan, having already perceived Chu Ming as extraordinary, wasn't surprised at all.

"I'll take you on!"

A swordsman at Guiyuan Realm Fifth Heaven leaped onto the arena.

...

The Hundred Battle Arena proceeded in an orderly manner. Half an hour later, Chu Ming had accumulated forty-three consecutive victories. Not many, but not too few either.

Gradually, even the elder in yellow robes and the horse-faced man began to notice Chu Ming.

"Could this young man be a genius from the Beiming Domain?"

The elder in yellow robes asked the horse-faced man softly.

"He should be a genius from a neighboring region. I've never seen him in the Beiming Domain."

The horse-faced man pondered, answering.

"No matter the case, we should try to keep him within the Ye Family."

The elder in yellow robes instructed.

"No problem."

The horse-faced man nodded.

Swish!

Puff!

A streak of blood danced in the air as another swordsman at the Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer was defeated by Chu Ming, his winning streak continued.

With Chu Ming's strength, it could be confidently said that within the Guiyuan Realm Fifth Heaven, no one could rival him. Even facing a Guiyuan Realm Sixth Heaven expert, he could escape unscathed.

"This time, it's my turn!"

Below the arena, the recently recovered Wei Zheng, wielding the Blood Oath Sword, slowly opened his eyes and stood, speaking calmly.

Then, leaping onto the arena, he gazed coldly at Chu Ming, his sword momentum enveloping him, pressing down on Chu Ming like a mountain.

Chu Ming remained unafraid. Although Wei Zheng was formidable, making Chu Ming retreat was impossible.

His white robes fluttered, rustling within the sword momentum of both fighters.