Chapter 58

"Die by this move, and you can be proud enough!"

Jiang Yulong said coldly. He placed the long sword horizontally in front of his chest, and his left hand bent in the air. His originally normal palm suddenly turned a fiery red. He gently swept over the sword, and instantly the entire sword seemed to come alive, turning a deep red.

This series of movements was very slow. After he finished, his face turned abnormally pale.

The long sword was as red as blood, emitting a heart-quaking tremor. The terrifying high temperature was twice as high as before, and the nearby space became blurry.

Drip!

Jiang Yulong lightly swung the long sword, and the crimson flames, like liquid, dripped onto the ground, instantly burning through it and quickly spreading out.

A drop of red liquid, the size of a water droplet, burned through all the bluestone slabs within a few dozen feet.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He felt a fatal danger from the long sword. Gripping the dark red large sword tightly, Lin Xuan prepared to use his full strength to fight.

"There's no point in wasting your effort. Even a Seventh Rank Spirit Practitioner can't withstand this move." Jiang Yulong's voice was somewhat tired, but there was a hint of excitement in it. "Although I paid a considerable price, it's worth it to get rid of you!"

"Xuan Fire Sword!"

A deep voice sounded, and the crimson long sword, with its dazzling red glow, formed a three-zhang-long sword aura. The mere aftereffects made the ground lose a foot.

The sword aura was as bright as the sun, blinding everyone, making it impossible to look directly.

Lin Xuan felt the threat from this sword. He frantically channeled his spiritual energy, and golden spiritual energy attached to the sword tip, with fine electrical arcs continuously flickering. Lin Xuan was covered in golden lightning, like a thunder god descending, and his Thunder Sword stabbed out with lightning speed.

"Thunder God's Wrath!"

On the stage, a flash of golden light appeared, followed by a deafening explosion. Most of the stage was covered by an energy shield, which quickly spread outward.

Countless stones flew up, and the air rapidly stirred, forming strong winds that scattered the debris everywhere, with many stones flying toward the stands.

The front-row disciples retreated, and the stones hitting the stone steps left numerous holes. The front-row disciples were still in shock and dared not move forward.

"Damn, the aftereffects are so powerful. Are they even human?"

"Probably not much different from inner disciples, right?"

"How can they already surpass most inner disciples? Truly monstrous!" The disciples discussed, their voices filled with envy.

"I wonder what the situation inside is like. But Lin Xuan is really surprising!"

"Indeed, no matter the outcome, Lin Xuan is the true dark horse of this selection!"

"Do you think Lin Xuan has a chance to turn the tide? I'm really looking forward to it..." On the stage, dust and mist swirled, and no one could see what was happening, only guessing below.

Duan Fei stared at the stage, his brows slightly furrowed. He turned to Shangguan Liuyun and asked, "What do you think?"

"The golden lightning surrounding Lin Xuan at the end seems to be lightning-attribute spiritual energy, so the outcome is uncertain," Shangguan Liuyun said solemnly.

"Lightning-attribute?" Duan Fei murmured, "Such a rare spiritual energy attribute. But why didn't he use the Heavenly Meteor Strike?"

Not only the disciples were guessing, but even the elders on the golden platform were stunned, their weathered eyes wide open.

"Lightning-attribute, who is this young man? So monstrous!" Elder Li exclaimed.

It was already rare for outer disciples to cultivate attributes, and now a lightning-attribute, the most violent of all, had appeared. How could he not be surprised?

"Hehe, this little guy is really surprising!" Elder Fang chuckled, stroking his beard.

"Old Fang, do you know him?" The group of old men looked at Elder Fang.

...

On the stage, the dust and mist finally cleared, revealing two figures.

"Quick, look, it's about to be decided!" Everyone's eyes widened.

The referee, responsible for the match, waved his sleeve, creating a strong wind that blew away the remaining dust and mist.

Finally, the two figures clearly appeared before everyone.

The two young men stood straight, one on each side. The one on the left, in white, had a wild look in his eyes, and it was Jiang Yulong. The one on the right, in black, had a calm expression, and it was Lin Xuan.

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Yulong suddenly laughed loudly to the sky.

"Oh no, did Jiang Yulong win?" Seeing this, Tang Yu, Yin Qingyi, and others all changed their expressions.

"I didn't expect you to be able to withstand this move..." Jiang Yulong's body suddenly leaned back, and he spat out a large amount of blood, falling straight to the ground.

"Brother Jiang!" The Divine Might Group's disciples rushed to the stage, anxiously holding Jiang Yulong, their faces full of panic. They couldn't believe that the outer pillar of the Divine Might Group would lose, and to a newly emerged young man at that.

"Carry him away. He's not in danger, just injured." The referee's words calmed the Divine Might Group's disciples. They glared at Lin Xuan and quickly carried Jiang Yulong off the stage.

"You did well, kid." The square-faced middle-aged referee suddenly said to Lin Xuan, "You have strength and know your limits. The future of the Xuantian Sect depends on disciples like you."

Lin Xuan respectfully bowed to the square-faced referee and slowly walked off the stage.

At the moment he stabbed Jiang Yulong, a voice in his ear told him that he only needed to win, not to kill. So he withdrew three parts of his strength at the last moment; otherwise, Jiang Yulong would have died.

Both Lin Xuan and Jiang Yulong were young geniuses, and the sect didn't want to lose such disciples. That's why the square-faced referee gave the warning.

When Lin Xuan walked off the stage, the entire training ground erupted with his name. The ordinary disciples had already made him their idol, cheering loudly, the sound shaking the sky.

Lin Xuan's story spread among the disciples. Three months ago, he participated in the outer disciple examination as a sword slave and successfully entered the outer sect of the Xuantian Sect. Three months later, he grew from a small sword slave to a young man capable of defeating the outer sect's Four Great Disciples. This magnificent transformation deeply inspired these young men.

Lin Xuan didn't know that his story gradually became a legend in the outer sect, and many disciples took him as their goal, training frantically.

After the celebration, the disciples were deeply excited. The final match was finally here. Who would win the ultimate championship?

"The final match will begin in one incense stick's time!" The square-faced referee announced loudly.

Everyone knew he was giving Lin Xuan time to recover, and they all waited patiently.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, the Longevity Sutra rapidly circulating in his body. The depleted spiritual energy quickly recovered, and even some wounds rapidly healed.

The power of the Longevity Sutra finally showed its might. His originally depleted body quickly regained vitality, and the wounds smoothed out. Lin Xuan's strength was rapidly recovering.

After one incense stick's time, he opened his eyes.