A purple robe, a white shirt.
At this mont, they beca the focus of everyone in the arena.
A sea of people, cheering and boosting their spirits.
However, all of this had no effect on the two on stage.
"I’ve always heard that you cultivators from The Great River District are the bravest, but today, I’m quite disappointed!"
Bai Qi, toying with a small red sphere in his hands, his face was full of mockery.
"Of the previous seven fights, except for that Sick Tiger Zeng Wen, none caught my eye. You’re not weaker than him, are you?"
Qin Liangchen, a tall figure, snorted disdainfully, his nostrils flaring.
"Zeng Wen? He dares to compare with . When we fought over a girl, I beat him until he ran away in disgrace."
Bai Qi’s eyes brightened, "So, you do have a few tricks!"
His eyes glowed with a hunter’s delight.
Qin Liangchen didn’t like this look. He had always been the one who saw Demon Beasts and Rogue Cultivators as prey.
A golden mace suddenly flew out.
"If you want to fight, just fight. Cut the crap!"
The golden mace, with its trendous force, suddenly struck, its majestic power threatening to crush people’s spirits.
Without rush, Bai Qi threw the red sphere in his hand upwards.
In an instant!
Sword light filled the sky, and a killing intent erupted.
With just one confrontation, the sword light intertwined like threads tightly enveloped the golden mace.
The extre cutting force exploded, and the golden mace instantly disintegrated into countless pieces scattering in all directions.
"Sword Pill!"
Qin Liangchen’s face changed dramatically!
...
"Huh, it’s our sect’s Sword Pill."
In the most luxurious stand, Luo Tianhong voiced his surprise.
Pang Renxiong, the Golden Core Ascendant Master who had been closing his eyes to nourish his spirit, couldn’t help but open his eyes.
Just a glance, he shook his head and closed his eyes again.
From beginning to end, he did not make any comnts.
Luo Tianhong didn’t care. A Qi Refinent Cultivator using a Sword Pill was, of course, not impressive to an Elder.
He was quite interested.
But after watching carefully for two rounds, he frowned.
"Wrong and evil ways, not worthy of being called a Sword Cultivator!"
...
The mont the Sword Pill appeared, almost everyone with so knowledge fixed their gaze on the stand of the Yu Ding Sword Sect.
However, not a single Yu Ding Sword Cultivator spoke.
Even so Qi Refinent Cultivators who ca to help showed shocked expressions, then anger quickly rose.
The spectators, who were unaware of the situation, could only turn their attention back to the Dao Debate Platform.
Under the sky full of sword threads, the Broken Mountain Gang’s cultivator was struggling, his purple robe was full of slits.
"That purple robe should be a Top Grade Defensive Robe. The Broken Mountain Gang is really generous to bring out such a valuable item."
"But facing the Sword Pill, a mighty weapon, it may not last a few rounds."
"This man is in danger!"
Everyone could see clearly the situation of Qin Liangchen.
No matter what magic tool he used, under the rain-like sword light, it would be reduced to fragnts in a few monts.
Murong Qinglian, at the stand where the Broken Mountain Gang mbers sat had already gotten nervous and stood up.
She bit her lip lightly, her body trembling slightly.
"Uncle Mi, can Liangchen win?"
Mi Shuhua’s face was solemn, "The opponent is using a Sword Pill, its attack power is unparalleled among Magic Tools. But with the Purple River Taoist Robe I gave him, he should be safe for now. However, if he keeps on defending, he will lose. Liangchen must counterattack!"
Can he counterattack?
Under the vast red sword light, how many Qi Refinent Cultivators could break the siege?
Luo Chen’s heart was pounding. There are such Magic Tools in the world!
No, or maybe a Sword Pill is not a Magic Tool anymore.
Strictly speaking, each Sword Pill of the Yu Ding Sword Sect can be considered a Magic Item Embryo.
As long as the cultivator nourishes it with their Spirit Consciousness and Qi Power every day, when they progress to the Golden Core Period, they can use True Fire to refine it into a Magic Item.
With such a weapon, even with a Top Grade Defensive Robe, there’s no way for one to defend.
How would Brother Qin break the situation?
If I encounter such an enemy in the future, how would I fend off their attack?
...
Breaking the standstill?
Qin Liangchen, with his hair and beard flying, took out another magic tool again.
Seeing this, Bai Qi on the opposite side burst into a wild laugh.
"Such an inferior magic tool has no effect on my Sword Pill!"
Qin Liangchen remained unmoved. As soon as the magic tool was taken out, he destroyed the Array engraved on it with his powerful Qi Power.
Boom!
The magic tool detonated instantly!
The massive power instantly dispersed the omnipresent sword light for a mont.
His move was clearly inspired by Yang Rusheng’s strategy in the previous match.
A chance!
Qin Liangchen seized the opportunity and charged forward.
A smirk appeared on Bai Qi’s face, as if he had long expected this vulnerability.
The scattered sword light lacked concentrated power.
But he was prepared!
He continuously pricked his fingertips, and splatters of blood flew out.
The sword light in the air suddenly concentrated into one, transforming into a giant blood-red sword that sliced down from above.
Blood Refinent Technique!
When he employed this move, many people finally understood.
No wonder he, a re Qi Refinent Stage Cultivator, could control the Sword Pill that only Foundation Establishnt Stage Cultivators could barely handle.
The Blood Refinent Technique indeed allows that.
However, such thod injures oneself and hurts the Sword Pill even more.
An embryo that originally could have been promoted to a magic item from then on will be unable to progress, and can only be used as a top grade offensive magic tool, that’s it.
No wonder the people of Yu Ding Sword Sect looked contemptuous and even angry.
Using such a low-quality thod is like insulting the Sword Pill of Yu Ding Sword Sect.
They finally understood.
However, what Qin Liangchen is faced with is a genuine crisis of life and death.
Facing the blood-red giant sword cleaving down at him, Qin Liangchen’s eyes were wide open as he charged forward without regard for his life.
There is only one chance.
Even if it ans death, he must seize it!
A hand as white as jade rose and grabbed the sword light.
"Ah..."
A scream erupted from his mouth, a Sword Pill was vibrating wildly in his palm.
The purple robe kept emitting purple light, attempting to block the exploding sword light, but how could it possibly withstand the power of a magic item embryo.
In less than three breaths, the purple light dissipated.
What followed closely was the sound of blasts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Starting from the palm, Qin Liangchen’s flesh and blood began to disintegrate inch by inch.
Mocking laughter could be heard constantly from Bai Qi on the other side, he had never seen anyone so foolish as to face a Sword Pill’s killing move with their own flesh.
Suddenly, Bai Qi’s face changed dramatically.
In the span of three breaths, his opponent had closed in on him significantly.
Boom!
Another explosion resounded.
What he saw wasn’t a look of despair and pain, but a ferocious and terrifying face.
"Take this!"
The remaining left hand, glowing with a pure white hue, was raised high.
Then it hacked down.
Bai Qi fell to the ground in a daze, and falling along with him was the red Sword Pill with countless strands wrapped around it.
Qin Liangchen was panting heavily, grinning nacingly and said, "Why do you think they call Broken Jade Tiger!"
Unbeknownst to anyone, he had put on a white glove on his left hand.
He used this magic tool to strike Bai Qi’s body from ten feet away monts ago.
The price Qin Liangchen paid for this was his right hand, shattered from palm to arm.
Everyone watched as the one-ard man stood alone on the stage, with only one hand left.
Beneath his feet was Bai Qi, cleaved into two.
A Qi Refinent Stage battle could be this brutal!
At so unknown point, Miao Zhen had descended onto the stage.
Shaking his head, he reached out and grabbed the Sword Pill.
"This battle is won by Qin Liangchen from the Broken Mountain Gang."
After announcing the result, he said nonchalantly, "This Sword Pill and all the spoils carried by this man belong to our Yu Ding Sword Sect."
Qin Liangchen’s mind was sowhat cloudy at the mont, upon hearing soone trying to claim his spoils, he couldn’t help but lift his head.
"Your hand is ruined, we will help you get a suitable replacent."
"In addition, we will give you ten thousand Spirit Stones."
"Alright, you can go down now."
"Oh"
Upon hearing that he could have a new hand, Qin Liangchen, though still conscious, responded faintly and stepped off the Dao Debate Platform.
By the ti he reached the entrance, Murong Qinglian had already been waiting for him.
Cracking a smile, he uttered a few words.
"I’m back."
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