635: Chapter 635 The duel was lost.

Above the square, the expressions of those dozens of Integration Stage Cultivators changed simultaneously.

"Form up!" Elder Qi shouted.

Dozens of people struck at the same time, and Law Dao Patterns surged from all directions. Spiritual light intertwined and Dao Patterns flowed, laying out layer after layer of Law protective barriers in the sky.

The barriers were stacked layer upon layer, like a massive transparent shield, covering the entire square.

Even so, when the shockwave hit the barrier, it trembled violently, sending out ripples as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Beidou Star was also vibrating.

It was not an illusion.

The entire star was trembling slightly, and a low humming sound came from beneath the ground, as if something was waking up in the depths.

Rocks began to tumble down from distant mountain peaks, ripples spread across the surface of the spiritual river, and even the air was filled with a scorching aura.

On the square, countless Cultivators felt the ground beneath their feet shaking.

"Is... is this a clash between Integration Stage Cultivators?" someone asked, their voice trembling.

"Steady yourselves!" someone shouted, expanding a spiritual light barrier in an attempt to block the shockwave pressing down from the sky.

In mid-air, a large number of Cultivators could not even stand steady; they swayed like leaves scattered by the wind.

Some were struck by the shockwave, coughing up blood as they fell from the sky; others grabbed tightly onto their companions, their faces pale; some landed directly back on the ground, crouching down, not daring to look up.

"Is this Body Integration?"

"No..." someone stared at the two figures surrounded by spiritual light in the sky, their voice strained. "These are monsters."

Fortunately, the aftermath did not last long.

Above the sky, the palm print and the giant sword dissipated simultaneously.

You and Xuanyuan Ziyan both retreated tens of thousands of meters, and the Void Realm beneath your feet was cracked with every step.

Her expression remained unchanged, her aura steady, as if nothing had happened.

Your chest felt stuffy, as if someone had struck you hard with a palm.

The Law Power difference was twofold.

A gap is a gap.

You cannot use the immortal slaying sword at the moment.

You cannot use the Poison Dao Divine Ability.

The xuantian treasure mirror and the chaos cloak are not with you.

What you can currently use is the "Ziyang Divine Art". This Cultivation Technique is based on Law Power, amplifying the might of Law Power, and can condense into thousands of forms, capable of both offense and defense.

The problem is—the opponent has over nine hundred Laws, while you only have over four hundred. The disparity in strength is vast, a twofold difference.

Even the "Ziyang Divine Art" cannot close such a large gap—after all, the opponent's Divine Ability is not just for show. It would work if you were dealing with an ordinary Integration Stage Cultivator.

Of course, this was all according to your plan.

You never intended to win against her.

Your goal was to lose to her.

Only then could you make the Heavenly Palace lose face.

To let everyone see—the Heavenly Palace is nothing special.

To let countless people see—look, there is nothing to fear about the Heavenly Palace.

Xuanyuan Ziyan looked at you, her gaze still cold.

"Is that all?" She spoke, her voice not loud, but it fell clearly into your ears.

You did not answer, only clenched your fists. The Law Dao Patterns surged again, and over four hundred Dao Patterns re-emerged, circling around you.

They were a bit dimmer than before, but they had not dissipated.

Xuanyuan Ziyan's eyes changed for an instant—not with surprise, but with seriousness.

"To be able to take my sword without retreating, you are stronger than I thought."

"However, if you don't bring out your true strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to win against me."

After speaking, she raised her hand, and the Law Dao Patterns were mobilized again, more numerous, denser, and brighter than before.

Over nine hundred Law Dao Patterns condensed behind her. This time, it was not one sword, but countless—dense and overwhelming, like a rain of swords about to descend.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin—Fall!"

She did not give you a chance to answer, waving her hand, and thousands of sword rain fell.

You took a deep breath, the Law Dao Patterns running wildly, and over four hundred Dao Patterns lit up simultaneously, condensing in your palms.

"Ziyang Divine Art—Condense!"

You shouted in a low voice, clapping your hands together. The Law Dao Patterns surged wildly, condensing in front of you into layers of golden light walls.

The Dao Patterns flowed on the light walls, stacked layer upon layer, like a giant mountain spanning the sky.

The sword rain hit the light walls, emitting a harsh metallic friction sound, with sparks flying everywhere.

The first layer of Dao Patterns shattered, and the second layer took its place; the second layer shattered, and the third layer continued.

You gritted your teeth to hold on, Law Power pouring out like a breached flood, your Meridians aching as if burned by fire.

The Dao Pattern light walls shattered one layer after another, and condensed one layer after another.

Seeing layer after layer of defense being shattered, you mobilized your Law Power with all your might.

"Ziyang Divine Art—Solidify!"

A giant bell fell from the sky, covering you entirely within it.

Over four hundred Law Dao Patterns on the bell wall lit up simultaneously, brilliant golden light shining, with bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The sword rain stabbed at the bell wall, clanging loudly, shaking the surrounding ten thousand miles until there was nothing left.

There were no clouds, no wind, no light, only a dead and silent vacuum, and those two figures surrounded by spiritual light.

Xuanyuan Ziyan looked at you, her gaze finally holding a hint of something different.

"How much longer can you hold on?"

You smiled, immediately withdrew your hand, and said calmly, "The Xuanyuan Sword Technique is indeed powerful. This time, I have lost. I am at your disposal."

Xuanyuan Ziyan was taken aback, her brows slightly furrowed.

After she withdrew her hand, she looked at you, her gaze filled with a hint of suspicion, as if judging whether you had really lost or were pretending.

"What? Do you really want a fight to the death?" you said with a smile.

"Hmph!" Xuanyuan Ziyan snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Since that is the case, according to our agreement, you are at my disposal."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of irrepressible triumph, "Just follow me to the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan and become a prisoner of my Xuanyuan Immortal Clan."

For the first time, a knowing smile appeared on her face.

The feeling of trampling someone from the Heavenly Palace underfoot was too satisfying.

The square exploded into an uproar.

"Admitted defeat? The Star Lord of Nanyang just admitted defeat like that?" someone widened their eyes, their face full of disbelief.

"The strength difference is twofold; if it were me, I would also admit defeat. It's not shameful." The person next to them shook their head, looking at it quite openly.

"I thought I would be able to watch a few more moves..." a young Cultivator muttered, their tone full of disappointment.

"The Heavenly Palace... is nothing special!" someone laughed.

The Ancestor of the Mo Family spoke first, his laughter shaking the air, "Hahaha, the number one person below the Mahayana Realm in the Heavenly Palace? Is this it?"

He looked at Yan Ji, Liu Tianxing, and the others in the pavilion, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

Young Master Lan said in a calm tone, "If they were in the same Realm, the result would be unknown. Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' in this world."

Instructor Yun Yao shook her head, her voice calm, "Xuanyuan Ziyan's strength is indeed not to be underestimated; after all, she is a Genius rarely seen in the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan in ten thousand years. Losing to her is not shameful."

Although that may be true, losing is losing.

The Heavenly Palace's number one person below the Mahayana Realm, in front of the entire Immortal Domain, lost to the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan.

Yan Ji, Liu Tianxing, Elder Qi, and Patriarch Sima Gongzhi looked at each other, their faces turning blue and purple.