502: The Great Spirit Shaman Appears

Xiao Zhuo’s figure moved again, like a ghost, weaving through the dense, blood-colored saber glints, each dodge perfectly timed.

He didn't just evade; occasionally, he would flick out a condensed Spirit Script finger-wind, striking either the side of the saber or pointing at a spot Wan Xiaoqi had to defend, always interrupting his offensive rhythm and forcing him to parry.

Their figures rapidly intertwined on the arena, saber glints and palm shadows constantly colliding, emitting dull roars.

Wan Xiaoqi’s saber techniques were vicious, his Evil Qi oppressive, and his offense surged like a tide.

Xiao Zhuo, on the other hand, moved with agility, his Spirit Script application reaching an otherworldly level, always dissolving the opponent's killing moves with the least cost, while his occasional counterattacks precisely struck when Wan Xiaoqi’s old strength was depleted and new strength had yet to form, making him feel so uncomfortable he almost vomited blood.

The scene appeared intense, with Wan Xiaoqi’s offense like a raging storm, but discerning eyes gradually noticed that Xiao Zhuo always maintained control of the battle. Wan Xiaoqi, despite his ferocious appearance, seemed to be led by an invisible string, unable to truly threaten Xiao Zhuo.

“This child… his understanding of combat and his control over Spirit Script far surpass others at the same stage!” On the high platform, a hint of admiration flashed in the eyes of the Ninth-Stage Spirit King Elder.

“His Spirit Script… seems somewhat unique. Its specific attribute isn’t discernible, yet it encompasses wan fa (myriad laws),” another Sect Elder observing the ceremony stroked his beard and said.

Wan Xiaoqi, unable to break through after a prolonged assault, grew increasingly anxious, the blood-red in his eyes almost dripping out.

“Roar! Die for me! Blood Evil Berserk Saber!” He completely erupted, the blood Evil Qi around him burning like flames. A highly condensed, dark-red saber glint formed above his broken saber, its power reaching the Peak of a Sixth-Stage Spirit Skill, even vaguely touching the threshold of the Seventh Stage!

This saber strike, born of his fury, possessed infinite power!

Gasps of alarm rippled through the audience below.

However, just as this earth-shattering saber strike was about to descend…

A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Zhuo’s eyes, as if he had been waiting for this very moment.

He no longer dodged. Instead, he took a step forward, his right index and middle fingers pressed together. A complex golden Spirit Script on his fingertip instantly glowed to its extreme, carrying a sharp intent that could break through wan fa (myriad laws), and precisely pointed at a specific spot on the dark-red saber glint!

“Break!”

Pop~!

A soft sound, like a bursting bubble.

The terrifying saber glint, which had condensed all of Wan Xiaoqi’s Evil Qi and spiritual energy, instantly disintegrated under Xiao Zhuo’s seemingly light and airy finger, like a punctured air sac, turning into chaotic blood-colored Qi currents that scattered and fled!

“What?!” Wan Xiaoqi’s pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief!

With his old strength just gone and new strength yet to form, compounded by his ultimate move being broken and suffering a backlash, his entire body stiffened for a moment, leaving him completely exposed!

And Xiao Zhuo’s figure appeared before him as if teleporting, his palm gently pressing against his chest.

A gentle yet irresistible surge of immense power flowed in.

Wan Xiaoqi grunted, his tall body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, directly falling off the arena. Although he wasn't severely injured, he had lost.

The entire venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even greater uproar!

“He won?! He actually won against Wan Xiaoqi!”

“What kind of Spirit Skill was that finger… that it could break the Blood Evil Berserk Saber?”

“Too terrifying! His grasp of timing is simply miraculous!”

Xiao Zhuo stood on the arena, his aura stable, as if the intense battle just now hadn't consumed much of his energy.

He cupped his hands to Wan Xiaoqi, who was struggling to get up below the stage with a livid face: “Thank you for the concession.”

Wan Xiaoqi stared at him intensely, finally letting out a cold snort and turning his head away, but he didn't utter any more harsh words.

The referee announced Xiao Zhuo’s victory.

After this battle, no one dared to underestimate this unknown young man in green robes, “Xiao Zhuo.” He successfully entered the top ten of this grand competition!

In the subsequent matches, Xiao Zhuo again “difficultly” defeated a Sixth-Stage Middle Stage opponent, then, when facing the Young Marquis of Zhenbei Hou Mansion, he voluntarily conceded, stopping at fifth place.

This ranking was neither too high nor too low; it secured him a front-row qualification for the Spirit Sacrifice without attracting too much attention.

However, this unexpected result caused all those who had been anticipating his battle with the Young Marquis to frown.

Finally, the top ten rankings were settled.

The Young Marquis of Zhenbei Hou Mansion indisputably ranked first.

The masked woman took second place.

Third was a Disciple from a hidden Sect, whose strength was also extremely formidable.

And Duanmu Jiao, against all odds, defeated several Sixth-Stage Great Spirit Shamans, ultimately ranking fourth! This caused a huge sensation.

Xiao Zhuo was fifth.

Wan Xiaoqi, after losing to Xiao Zhuo, defeated several others and ranked sixth.

The other four were also well-known top Geniuses.

Among the top ten, nine were Sixth-Stage Great Spirit Shamans. Only Duanmu Jiao, with a Fifth-Stage Middle Stage Spirit Shaman cultivation, ranked fourth, making her the biggest dark horse of this grand competition!

When the ten stood on the arena, receiving countless envious, awestruck, and jealous gazes from the entire venue…

On the high platform, the Ninth-Stage Spirit King Elder walked out again, his voice carrying a hint of excitement and solemnity:

“Welcome, Your Majesty! Welcome, Great Spirit Shaman!”

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone, including the ten Prodigies on the arena, subconsciously straightened their bodies, their gazes directed towards the high jade platform.

Behind the jade platform, luxurious curtains slowly parted.

The Emperor of the Northern Spirit Dynasty, a middle-aged man wearing an jade crown, dressed in a black Dragon robe with golden patterns, and possessing a handsome face yet radiating imperial majesty, slowly walked out, a faint smile on his face.

And by his side… a figure wearing an elaborate black sacrificial robe, holding an ancient bone staff, her face shrouded in a hazy spiritual light, making her exact appearance unclear, yet one could only feel her incredibly profound, ancient, and benevolent aura, quietly appeared.

She seemed to be one with the surrounding spiritual essence of heaven and earth. Merely standing there, she inspired peace and reverence in people’s hearts.

The Great Spirit Shaman!

She had finally appeared!

Xiao Zhuo’s gaze instantly focused on the Great Spirit Shaman, a faint, almost imperceptible silver glow flashing in the depths of his pupils.

And at the same time, he seemed to feel that the Great Spirit Shaman’s hazy gaze also swept over the ten of them, particularly lingering slightly on him and Duanmu Jiao.

Soon, her gaze was withdrawn.

However, Xiao Zhuo perceived that a Divine Sense seemed to still be lingering around him.

A slight curl of his lips, Xiao Zhuo knew that this Great Spirit Shaman, like Aunt Hua, was likely a truly profound individual.

She seemed to have also noticed his uniqueness.

On the jade platform, the Northern Spirit Emperor was reciting a complex sacrificial text.

Below, the various officials, nobles, and Sect representatives also waited solemnly, their expressions grave.

More citizens of the Spirit Dynasty below the square looked up at the high jade platform, their eyes filled with reverence.

As the sacrificial text concluded, with a tap of the Great Spirit Shaman’s bone staff, pillars of light shot up from the four floating giant stones.

Massive Spirit Scripts continuously materialized around the four giant stones.

Terrifying spiritual fluctuations descended upon the entire Holy Spirit City.

Xiao Zhuo’s gaze also followed the soaring pillars of light upwards, then his pupils constricted, revealing a hint of surprise.