Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

Wei Zheng's appearance caused a great commotion below the arena. After all, Wei Zheng was one of the geniuses on the Profound List.

Even though Chu Ming was showing great strength now, they didn't believe he had the qualification to get on the Profound List.

After all, the Profound List was the list of the Eastern Hundred Domains, and some geniuses on the list could be considered the top geniuses in their own small domains.

"Now his winning streak will come to an end."

At this moment, the Black Swordsman Xu Zhen's injuries had almost fully recovered. Looking at Chu Ming on the arena, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He had previously said Chu Ming was no match for Zhou Xuan and ended up being defeated by Chu Ming, and he held a grudge in his heart.

But Chu Ming's consecutive victories made his anger grow stronger. Now that Wei Zheng was stepping up, he felt somewhat relieved.

"Hehehe, Wei Zheng is very strong, but Chu Ming is not weak either. If the two of them battle, it's fifty-fifty who will win."

The White-clothed Swordsman squinted his eyes and said lightly.

Black Swordsman Xu Zhen snorted coldly without speaking; their arguments had no meaning now.

"Let me end your winning streak!"

Standing on one side of the arena, Wei Zheng spoke coldly, drawing his Blood Sword from his waist. The dazzling sword light made everyone below the arena involuntarily close their eyes.

"You want to end my winning streak? You do not have the qualification to enter this Sword Peak."

Chu Ming tilted his Red Sword in his right hand, which was still smeared with Blood Pearls.

"Arrogant!"

Wei Zheng of the Blood Oath Sword roared lowly. His entire body transformed into a biting force, moving towards Chu Ming. The Blood Sword in his hand turned into layers of blood-colored sword shadows, enveloping him as it attacked.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, his body split into four, charging in four directions. Four sword lights exploded in the air, waves rolling.

Pu pu pu...

The blood-colored sword shadows vanished instantly. Wei Zheng paused and was about to retreat when a white star point suddenly shot through the waves directly at him.

Ding!

Wei Zheng drew his sword, the tips of the two longswords encountering each other, sparks erupted, resembling a rain of fire.

Scribble!

Chu Ming's arm shook, an overwhelming trembling force passed through the tip of the Conjugate Sword, a circular sword light shot out, directly knocking Wei Zheng's longsword aside.

"Blood Oath Shocking Heart!"

Wei Zheng was taken aback, Chu Ming's swordsmanship was incredibly brilliant, like an antelope hanging by its horns, a stroke of genius, forcing him to use his Sword Technique earlier.

Drop after drop of Blood Pearls floated before him, waves rolled. These Blood Pearls were incredibly red, exploding continuously with "pu pu pu" sounds, transforming into small blood-colored sword lights, shooting at Chu Ming from all directions, like fish in the sea.

Chu Ming's expression remained unchanged, his right foot lightly tapped the ground and his whole body flew back. His double-handed Red Sword, black hair flying, his cold gaze fixed on Wei Zheng.

"Flowing Clouds Like Water!"

A wave of Sword Dao Aurora flashed in Chu Ming's mind, and a hazy sword light burst out from the Conjugate Sword, the whole space became sticky, as if in the ocean.

Whoosh!

As the sword light emerged, heaven and earth instantly quieted. At the same time, the air was cut horizontally in half.

Boom!

In the shocked eyes of the people below the arena, Chu Ming's hazy sword light collided directly with the many small blood-colored swords, a gust of wind broke and burst from the center.

Pu pu pu...

These small blood-colored swords were like paper before Flowing Clouds Like Water, all turned into streaks of blood light and disappeared into the air.

Wei Zheng's face changed dramatically, his scalp tingled, he saw the hazy sword light heading towards his body, helplessly, he raised his sword to meet it.

He retreated sharply, moving to the edge of the arena, holding the Blood Sword above his head with both hands, then fiercely slashed out a violent red blood light, resembling an angry dragon's roar.

"Blood Oath of Ruthlessness!"

This sword, ruthless and unforgiving, transcending heaven and earth, as if only this sword remained between heaven and earth, the air exploded.

Boom!

Crack!

The two sword lights finally collided, waves rolled, Qi Force shot skyward, a red-white interwoven pillar of light shot from the collision center towards the surroundings.

"Pu..."

His chest tightened, Wei Zheng spat a mouthful of blood, looking at Chu Ming with a terrified expression.

Whoosh!

The yellow-robed elder on the stage was momentarily stunned but fortunately, he acted swiftly, with a light wave of his sleeve, the terrifying red-white pillar of light dissipated into the air.

"I have lost!"

Wei Zheng said softly. Though he still had strength to fight, he knew he was not Chu Ming's match. Continuing the fight would only worsen his injuries. He had only one more chance left, he needed to adjust his state to the best possible condition.

"Hiss, Chu Ming actually defeated Wei Zheng. It seems Chu Ming does have the qualification to enter the Profound List."

"That's not even the main point. The main point is that Chu Ming looks so calm and composed, evidently he hasn't exerted his full strength in defeating Wei Zheng. Perhaps, he might be one of the three who will enter Sword Peak."

"Haven't you heard? A few days ago in the Celestial Realm, I heard news that the Celestial Travel Sect had a Sword Dao evil genius who defeated Qin Guan, ranked twenty-eighth on the Profound List. That genius was also named Chu Ming. It's highly likely to be the same person."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if it's the same person, the next tournament will be very interesting to watch."

The people below the arena discussed fervently, their words making Wei Zheng's face turn pale.

The commotion from their fight was so intense that even Lin Xuan and Hu Xueqi, who were healing, were alerted.

Seeing Chu Ming easily defeat Wei Zheng, a grave expression flashed in both their eyes, feeling the pressure from Chu Ming.

The Hundred Battle Arena continued, Chu Ming's expression remained calm and steady. Honestly, he had only used fifty percent of his power in the fight with Wei Zheng. He still didn't know his limit.

With consecutive victories piling up, since Wei Zheng, Chu Ming intentionally showcased his strength, defeating every Martial Artist who stepped onto the stage with one sword strike. No one was qualified to make him use a second strike.

Before long, Chu Ming's consecutive victories reached seventy-three rounds, about to surpass Hu Xueqi, making Hu Xueqi a bit restless.

Whoosh! Pu!

As Chu Ming defeated a Swordsman with one strike, dead silence enveloped the entire arena. Even Black Swordsman Xu Zhen closed his mouth tightly, realizing that Chu Ming's strength was far beyond his reach, he felt no jealousy at all.

Whoosh!

A white figure leaped onto the arena with several somersaults. When his face was revealed, although the crowd felt surprised, they also felt it was expected.

It was none other than Thousand Snow Sword Hu Xueqi!