61: Chapter 61 Personally Taking Action! Subduing the Central Plains' Prodigy with a Single Sword

That furious roar, carrying the power of a Golden Core Peak cultivation, exploded like a sudden thunderclap over the central square of Sword King City.

Accompanying this roar, a blinding purple sword light soared into the sky from the Sword Sect's main viewing platform, cutting through the Void Realm and slamming heavily into the center of the white jade arena.

The hard Mysterious Green Jade ground was forced into two deep indentations by the impact of his feet.

The newcomer was exactly the purple-robed youth who had just slammed the table and stood up. His expression was sinister as he stared fixedly at the Xuantian Sect viewing platform. The Sword Qi swirling around him was like physical blades, cutting the surrounding defensive light screens until they rippled with layers of waves.

"Central Province Sword Sect True Disciple, Sword Sect Direct Disciple!"

The purple-robed youth gritted his teeth as he announced his name. His right hand tightly gripped a longsword shimmering with a blood-red eerie light. A hidden, thick, blood-scented killing intent locked onto Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, who had just picked up her teacup, without any reservation.

"Xuantian Sect relies on its sharp Cultivation Technique to heavily injure our sect's inner court Genius. Such behavior shows far too little respect for your Central Province peers! I, Li, am untalented, but I must personally experience whether the swords of your Xuantian Sect can truly run rampant in this Sword King City!"

These words were spoken with high-sounding dignity, but he was secretly activating a sinister secret technique. The eerie light on the blood-red longsword became increasingly dense. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was absolutely not a common exchange of Dao, but a genuine life-and-death combat technique.

The spectating Cultivators around the square let out bursts of cold gasps, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

On the Xuantian Sect viewing platform, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue put down the teacup in her hand.

A trace of coldness flashed through her clear, beautiful eyes, and her fair hand was already resting on her sword hilt, preparing to stand up and face the challenge again. For such malicious provocations, this cold Senior Sister's response had always been only one: to let her sword do the talking.

Gu Yi, however, reached out at this moment and gently pressed down on Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's slightly trembling shoulder.

"Senior Sister just finished a match, and that cup of hot tea hasn't been finished yet. Sit and rest for a moment."

Gu Yi's voice remained gentle, but when his deep eyes looked at Sword Sect Direct Disciple on the arena, they held an undisguised mockery and coldness.

As a great Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, his keen Divine Sense had long since seen through the killing intent hidden beneath the other's high-sounding excuses.

Gu Yi had already mentally mocked the cliché routine of the older generation coming out after the younger ones were beaten, and the True Disciples coming out after the outer disciples were beaten, a thousand times over.

"Senior Brother, that guy's eyes are so annoying. Go beat him up!" Junior Sister Lin Wanying waved her small fists from the side, fanning the flames indignantly.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Gu Yi smiled and rubbed the little Junior Sister's head, then rose to his full height.

He took a step forward, and his entire being seemed to shrink the distance, appearing out of thin air on the white jade arena, facing the aggressive Sword Sect Direct Disciple from across the space.

Wearing a moon-white long robe that fluttered gently in the breeze, Gu Yi stood with his hands behind his back.

"Xuantian Sect leader, Gu Yi."

Gu Yi looked the other person over with a gaze as if looking at a dead man. "Since the True Disciple of the Sword Sect wishes to seek instruction, then I shall reluctantly accompany you for one move. Just one move—if you can withstand it, Xuantian Sect will hand over the position of the Dao Discussion Conference's champion."

Arrogant!

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Sword Sect Direct Disciple on the arena, but even the Sword Sect high-levels on the main viewing platform all changed their expressions. A leader who looked no more than twenty years old in bone age actually dared to boast about using only one move against a Golden Core Peak Sword Sect True Disciple?

"Arrogant brat! Die for me!"

Sword Sect Direct Disciple was completely enraged by Gu Yi's contemptuous attitude. His eyes turned blood-red, and the Golden Core within his body rotated frantically. The blood-red longsword let out a shrill sword hum.

In an instant, a sinister wind rose on the arena, and countless crimson Sword Qi converged into a blood-red sword net that blotted out the sky. Carrying a nauseating blood scent and a momentum that could destroy everything, it descended toward Gu Yi's head. This was a secret technique of the Sword Sect, a forbidden sword move that exchanged blood and Qi for staggering destructive power.

Facing such a terrifying offensive capable of strangling Cultivators of the same rank, Gu Yi merely let out a sigh.

"Fancy but useless, unable to withstand a single blow."

The moment the words fell, Gu Yi no longer restrained his own Aura.

Boom—!

A majestic True Essence belonging exclusively to a great Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator erupted from Gu Yi's body like a dormant volcano. That suffocatingly heavy pressure instantly swept across the entire central square.

Under the impact of this pressure, the Formation light screen around the arena emitted a series of tooth-aching creaks as if it were overwhelmed.

The weaker Cultivators in the front rows even had their breathing stopped by this pressure; their legs went soft, and they almost knelt on the ground.

The originally arrogant Sword Sect Direct Disciple, in the face of this absolute pressure of the Nascent Soul Early Stage, was like a small boat in a stormy sea. The crazed killing intent in his eyes was instantly replaced by thick fear. His forward-charging figure froze mid-air, and even the True Essence circulating in his body was suppressed until it completely stagnated.

Nascent Soul Stage?!

The Sword Sect Elders on the main viewing platform stood up straight in horror, not even noticing that they had knocked over the teacups on their tables.

Gu Yi gave no one time to react. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a standard iron sword of the most ordinary Xuantian Sect design fell into his palm from his storage ring.

Gu Yi flicked his wrist and lightly pushed the sword guard with his thumb.

Clang—!

The clear, resonant hum of the sword pierced the clouds.

Taishang Sky-Slashing Sword Technique!

A crescent-shaped brilliant sword light burst forth from Gu Yi's scabbard. This sword light seemed to cut through the obstacles of space, carrying a domineering true intent to sever all Laws in the world, tearing through that blood-red sword net like dry weeds.

"Bang!"

A deafening muffled sound exploded on the arena.

Sword Sect Direct Disciple didn't even have time to scream. The blood-red longsword he was so proud of shattered inch by inch the moment it touched the light of the sword-drawing technique, turning into a sky full of scrap metal.

Immediately after, his whole body was as if hit head-on by a meteorite, and his protective True Essence shattered like paper.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body drawing a tragic parabola in the air. He smashed directly through the defensive light screen at the edge of the arena and was heavily embedded into the stone wall beneath the distant Sword Sect main viewing platform, his life or death unknown.

One sword strike!

It really was only one sword strike!

The entire Sword King City central square was deathly silent. One could hear a pin drop.

Gu Yi casually threw the cracked standard iron sword on the ground. He patted away non-existent dust from his clothes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the Sword Sect high-levels on the main viewing platform, who looked as miserable as if they had lost their parents.

"It seems the True Disciples of the Central Province Sword Sect are nothing more than this. Is there anyone else who wants to come up and 'discuss the Dao'?"

His clear voice echoed over the square, but no one dared to answer.

On the Xuantian Sect viewing platform, after a brief period of daze, a burst of clear cheers erupted.

"Senior Brother is the best! Well fought!" Junior Sister Lin Wanying was so excited her face turned red. She jumped and shouted without any regard for her image, her protective manner towards her man causing many people around to look over frequently.

Liu Qingwan changed to an even more lazy posture against the back of her chair, a proud curve hooking the corner of her mouth. Looking at that domineering figure on the arena, she felt all the shame and annoyance from being tormented last night vanish, and her heart rate accelerated uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue held that still-warm cup of Spiritual Tea with both hands, her cold eyes seemingly filled with starlight. Her gaze was fixed firmly on Gu Yi, no longer able to accommodate anyone else in her surroundings.