Chapter 78

The changes on the light screen made all the martial artists become excited. After all, most of them had bet on Qi Juesheng, and seeing this scene now, they naturally felt happy.

In the virtual space, Lin Xuan's face was dark. He had already calmed down from his initial shock, but the actions of the Ling family were hard for him to accept.

As a manager, failing to maintain even the most basic fairness made Lin Xuan feel disheartened.

However, admitting defeat was impossible for him. As a swordsman, he would rather break than bend. If he were to bow down to such threats, what would be left of his martial path and sword intent?

On the opposite side, Qi Jue had a fierce smile on his face. The purple blade glow surged like waves, each strike stronger than the last.

"No one can control my will. I will use my sword to cut through everything!" Lin Xuan's resolve was firm, and his eyes glowed with a terrifying light.

"Thunder God's Wrath!"

With a thrust of his sword, golden light surged in all directions, and a series of thunderclaps echoed in the air. Golden arcs of lightning surged towards Qi Jue.

"Seventh Form of Absolute Blade!" Qi Jue gritted his teeth and channeled his spiritual energy. The two-meter-long blade glow suddenly split into three, forming a fan-shaped attack.

Boom!

With a deafening sound, Lin Xuan's sword easily pierced through the purple blade glow and struck Qi Jue with great force.

"No!" Qi Jue let out a惨叫, his body flying back like a kite. He landed in a sorry state, his chest clothing completely torn, and a sword mark three inches deep on his chest.

Although it was not his real body, Qi Jue still felt excruciating pain, and he sensed that the strength of this body was rapidly fading.

"Am I going to lose? No, how can I lose to a mere Sixth Rank Condensation Pulse practitioner!" Qi Jue's eyes showed a hint of madness. He struggled to stand up, and his long sword rose again.

"Let me show you the final form of my Absolute Blade, the Eighth Form, Absolute Kill!"

His long robe fluttered without any wind, and the purple glow on his sword completely sank into the blade. In the next moment, a blurry shadow of a long sword appeared before him.

"This strike, almost no one at the same rank can withstand, and neither will you!" Qi Jue's face was pale.

Then, as if using all his strength, he swung his sword.

The void seemed to tear apart, and countless gusts of wind reversed direction. A three-meter-long giant blade shadow slashed towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan let out a long whistle, advancing instead of retreating. His entire right arm and sword turned a light golden color, with small golden arcs of lightning continuously jumping.

However, just as he was about to make his move, a stern voice echoed in his ears again.

"Naive young man, how dare you resist my will? I said you must lose, and you will lose!"

As the words fell, Lin Xuan's sword broke with a snap, leaving only a small part of the blade and the hilt.

In front of everyone, the manager could not directly intervene, but causing a little destruction was still possible. Lin Xuan's broken sword was his doing.

However, this change made everyone gasp in surprise.

Ling Ze laughed wildly, knowing that Lin Xuan had thoroughly angered the manager and had no chance of winning.

And Qi Jue had a mad look on his face: "Ha ha, even the heavens are helping me. You can die in peace!"

Lin Xuan looked at the broken sword, a burning anger in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered the mysterious figure he had seen in the Demon Pit.

Arrogant, unrestrained, and capable of defeating formidable enemies with a smile.

At this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to understand something. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even if you break my sword, you cannot change my will. My sword and my heart are one.

The golden current did not disappear but flowed along the broken sword, automatically forming a golden lightning sword.

"Feel the fear of the Lightning Slash!" Lin Xuan's figure moved like a golden flash in the world. The sharp lightning sword cut through the giant blade shadow, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and sliced Qi Jue's body in half.

Thud!

The long sword fell, and Qi Jue's two halves of the body hit the ground, turning into white light and dispersing.

Lin Xuan raised his sword to the sky, his fighting spirit soaring.

The lightning-fast sword left a deep impression on everyone. After a long time, the martial artists finally came to their senses and let out another gasp.

"Why is Lin Xuan still here? Shouldn't he have been teleported out?"

"Why is he pointing his sword at the sky? Is there another enemy?" The martial artists were in a flurry of discussion.

Lin Xuan's muscles were tense, ready to act at any moment. He was on guard against the manager. Fortunately, the manager did not dare to make a big fuss. After a moment of silence, he teleported Lin Xuan out.

A flash of light, and Lin Xuan's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the next moment, his body in the array formation trembled slightly and then slowly opened its eyes.

At this moment, he felt as if he had dropped from the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse to the Sixth Rank. This disparity gave him a sense of unreality.

Fortunately, his will was firm, and he quickly adapted to this disparity. He slightly circulated the Longevity Technique, and his spiritual energy flowed smoothly. The golden sword intent seed emitted a faint glow, and he felt a closer connection with it.

It seems that this competition has brought me many benefits. Lin Xuan smiled faintly. He not only experienced the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse in advance but also gained a new understanding of the sword path.

"I need to meditate and reflect after I return." Lin Xuan decided to enter seclusion for a while.

Of course, before that, he had something to do—collect the spirit stones he had won. The odds for this match were ten to one. He had initially bet three thousand spirit stones and now would receive thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand spirit stones was a significant amount, and Lin Xuan couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Boom!

The stone door slowly opened, and Lin Xuan walked out.

Luo Qingshan had been waiting outside. He had naturally seen everything that happened on the light screen and was particularly worried.

"Are you okay?" Luo Qingshan asked.

"Let's go collect the spirit stones." Lin Xuan walked towards the stairs as if nothing had happened, smiling.

The two walked side by side and reappeared in the underground hall.

Many martial artists looked at Lin Xuan differently. The actions of this young man were completely unexpected. Ling Ze cast a few dark glances at Lin Xuan.

"Find a place to take care of him once he leaves!" Ling Ze whispered to the black-clothed martial artist beside him.

"Don't worry, Young Master Ling." A Sixth Rank Condensation Pulse practitioner can't escape from my hands. The black-clothed martial artist sneered.

Lin Xuan and the others collected their spirit stones and then had a conversation with Luo Qingshan before leaving the arena.

Ye Qing happily counted the spirit stones and said with a smile, "With so many spirit stones, I won't have to worry about practicing in the tower anymore."

The two walked to the Xuantian Sect's branch in Yunlan City, rented two swift eagles, and flew towards the Xuantian Sect.

As the two flew out of Yunlan City, a black figure riding a two-meter-long black bird quietly followed them.