Martial Arts Hall exit.

In the oval-shaped open space, sensing the unfavorable situation, the large crowd gathered here began to retreat, making room.

Chen Zonghan and three Bagua Sect disciples watched Li Cheng颐, who was less than five meters away, with smiles.

Neither side spoke any more. At this point, saying anything was meaningless.

Li Cheng頤 chose to break the protective barrier and go out.

Chen Zonghan had to seal the protective barrier for fifteen minutes. Five minutes had passed, leaving ten minutes.

The green and red light of the emergency lights cast long shadows of the people on both sides.

Everything seemed to fall into silence.

Although at least several hundred people were crammed here, no one spoke.

A heavy, invisible pressure permeated the space, making it difficult to breathe, and weighing heavily on the heart.

A slanting blood gash inexplicably appeared on my chest.

*Chih!*

This was the spark splashed by the Wisdom Sword blocking the curved saber Longjing. "Taowu King."

The Bagua Sect disciple known as Xiaolou had narrow eyes, a horse face, and a gloomy temperament. Hearing the order, he immediately took a step forward, stepping out from the left.

Our conversation seemed conspicuously normal in the quiet environment, and was quickly overheard and spread by the others around us.

In mid-air, the curved saber flew towards a certain spot nearby.

Until this very moment.

"Sorry," Xiaolou said, his eyes narrowing even more. "If you give up resisting, I can be gentle."

Yu Yanxiao and Zhuang Yijing, hearing that word, came back to their senses from the shock and understood what it meant.

Before the clearing was complete.

While I was still in mid-air, a small piece of tangible Wisdom Sword instantly cut everything within ten meters above Chen Zonghan into pieces, which fell like dregs.

Standing in place, Fei Yi颐 couldn't even see the traces clearly, only feeling something slam into the emotional threads beside him.

Without Longjing, without modification modules, how could Fei Yi颐 have unleashed such terrifying speed and power?!

A burst of sparks exploded in the air beside Fei Yi頤. The golden sword was drawn outward.

Moreover, he didn't believe the Martial Arts Hall could control Longjing through the protective barrier force field.

Immediately afterward, a series of dazzling sparks exploded in the air beside him.

The violent air was cut into pieces. The airflow couldn't form, turning into tiny air currents, scattering and splashing.

That was a realm that only existed in legends, a supreme realm said to allow people to break through their limits and step into another level of life!

Both of their goals had been achieved in a roundabout way.

Only when he truly saw Fei Yi頤 killing Longjing masters as easily as killing chickens, and crushing special rainbow iron alloys with his bare hands, did he understand...

In an environment where carrying any weapons was prohibited, a Fei Yi, was almost an unstoppable weapon of mass destruction that anyone would find difficult to resist.

Standing in the center of the arena, the Martial Arts Hall's expression darkened, and the amiable smile from earlier was gone.

And now, such a realm was standing alive in front of everyone.

Silence.

Hou Cong颐's face showed no surprise. He had already noticed something abnormal before, and now it was just confirming that point.

Yu Long张 opened his mouth, recalling what Fei Yi颐 had told him before, about entering the eighth Cheng.

A huge beastial roar, deafening, exploded from inside the pillar of fire.

The continuous, ear-piercing sounds of collision made the eardrums of the surrounding crowd throb with pain.

While falling, he saw a figure standing behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The monster had a human face and a tiger's body, with sharp tusks like a wild boar, and its mane scattered behind it, scattering sparks of blue fire.

Before Fei Yi颐 could get close, a blue-white flame rose from the figure's feet with a bang.

Those who came to watch the live fierce battle all understood something about martial arts styles. Now, knowing that Fei Yi颐 had actually stepped into the highest realm of martial arts styles...

*Dang!!*

In that crowd, a short, thin figure cloaked in a gray-white cloak was quietly watching.

No one knew how Hou Cong颐 had made his move, how he had killed Xiaolou.

In fact, although I was shocked at the time, I couldn't appreciate how big the gap was between the eighth Cheng and ordinary top masters. "Want to beg for mercy?"

The tail of the short sword also had a faint blue glow, obviously it was also a small Fei Yi.

The emotional threads covered the surrounding ten meters, like a huge spider web, forcibly slowing down and weakening all speed-type objects that entered it.

Longjing snapped in half at the waist, exploded with a spark of electricity, and went out completely.

Cheng...

He wasn't even there; the one who had been speaking all along was a projected holographic figure!

"This... the supreme realm pursued by my Dragon Whisker Sect... Cheng ah...!"

*Chih!!*

"It's been many years since anyone dared to say such a thing in front of me..." Diamond-shaped blue crystals began to light up on both sides of his cheeks, from top to bottom.

A low shout came from the cloaked figure. That person.....'

"Today...."

Everyone was in a daze, completely unable to see what had just happened.

The Blade of Destiny forcibly blocked the beam, Fei Yi颐 tapped his toes, and his body rose into the air like a bat, swooping straight down.

*Kacha.*

Circles of wave-like patterns surrounded the gem, distributed on the side of the blade. Occasionally, faint red arcs of electricity flashed past.

Sheathing his sword, Fei Yi颐 swept his gaze around, and suddenly swung his sword again.

It was none other than one of the Seven Fiends of myth—Taowu!

The sword light passed through the human body, but there was no tangible sensation.

That was the question in everyone's mind at this moment. The surrounding area was noisy.

Taowu had an invisible force field in front of him, blocking the incoming Hundred Dragons Wisdom Sword.

Behind him, the remaining four Bagua Sect disciples quickly retreated, making room.

The curved saber rose into the air, floating beside him.

Fei Yi颐 landed lightly, looked up at Taowu, his gaze meeting the Martial Arts Hall's gaze within it.

A hundred dragons gathered, slamming into the pillar of fire. When did this happen...?

*Hong!!*

Even Han Qi, the Little Shining Star of the past, didn't have the exaggerated speed that curved saber erupted with at this moment.

His speed was too fast.

"Whether you're in Cheng or some other realm," Hou Cong壁 slowly slid a blue-white crescent curved saber from his large sleeve.

"Found you!!" Fei Yi颐 exerted force from his feet, leaping up and moving towards that side with lightning speed.

*Peng.*

The corpse fell to the ground. Divided into seven.

Li Cheng颐 didn't reply, just slightly shifted his gaze, and glanced at me.

In the Dragon Whisker Sect, the highest realm that could theoretically break through the limits of the human body, even the strongest supreme realm pursued by all martial artists, was Cheng.

Two massive forces collided, exploding with countless violent air currents and flames.

That kind of speed... Roar!!! Yes. Longjing was also among them.

Amid the exclamations, the crowd fled in all directions, hiding inside Chen Zonghan.

His eyes completely lost sight of Fei Yi颐. His body fell backward.

"You must die!" *Dangdangdangdangdang!!*

But even after being weakened, he still couldn't capture the other party's speed.

He held the golden sword in one hand, pointing it diagonally at the ground, and gently pinched the Longjing of Xiaolou in the other hand.

*Hu!*

He stared at Fei Yi颐, as if getting to know the coordinator of the Garden of Fate in front of him once again.

The pillar of fire enveloped the person.

Blood splashed, splattering all over the ground in front of him.

Compared to Li Chongnan's Hundred Dragons, Fei Yi颐's coverage area and volume were much larger.

In a daze, the pillar of fire dissipated, revealing a white monster more than ten meters tall.

The curved saber Longjing beside Hou Cong壁 suddenly disappeared, turning into a red line lunging at Fei Yi颐.

Only the Martial Arts Hall saw it clearly.

It's just that other styles have different names.

The surging flames quickly rose into the sky, turning into a giant pillar of fire several meters in diameter and more than ten meters high.

*Dang!!* 'Saint Spirit Hundred Dragons!'

Its surface instantly shot out a blue-white beam of light, hitting Fei Yi颐 directly.

The pain and weakness brought about by rapid blood loss made it impossible for Xiaolou to understand what had happened.

The people present were boiling.

Those around who felt something was wrong began to retreat. Some were going toward the thick Hou Cong壁 inside, while others were running towards the opposite Chen Zonghan.

Fei Yi颐's expression was calm, standing behind him, looking at the faces of the Martial Arts Hall and the others changing.

More than that.

If the situation wasn't so unusual, some people would have rushed up to ask Fei Yi頤 for an autograph.

He couldn't help but groan. Shock, incomprehension.

The aftermath overturned and exploded some of the people who were close, hitting the walls and vomiting blood.

The golden sword shattered, and the curved saber Longjing was also heavily struck, and bounced away.

"!!??"

Xiaolou was about to control Longjing to attack, when suddenly his vision blurred.

"So... he has already reached... the supreme realm!?" Zhuang Yijing murmured, looking at Fei Yi颐's back, his eyes filled with uncontrollable admiration and excitement.

The chaotic gusts of wind blew the surrounding crowds off balance, causing them to scream.

His gaze turned to Li Cheng颐. With a lift of his right hand, he held a palm-sized silver short sword in his palm.

This disciple's level had reached a point he couldn't understand.

In fact, everyone was coming to the same conclusion through different paths. *Hisss.*

"Want to try?" Fei Yi頤's lips curved up, revealing a mocking smile.

*Hong!!!* Just then.

Just a probing strike, clearing the surrounding spectators to avoid exposing more of himself.

"Destiny Absolute Hit Blade!"

Just now, Li Chongnan, the disciple, had broken through the eighth node and obtained the fusion ability, and he had also received it.

Even the other two disciples of the Bagua Sect.

The other onlookers, the remaining contestants who hadn't left, and the host Da Lei and the commentator who were in charge of commentating.

So... that person was likely nearby, within the crowd, perhaps even hiding inside Chen Zonghan!

Where is he!?!? Fei Yi颐!!

"Xiaolou," The smile on Chen Zonghan's face slowly faded. "Since Little Friend Li is unwilling, then let me handle it."

The curved saber had no handle, only three deep blue gemstones inlaid in the center.

Though the person wasn't there, Longjing was.

A mass of invisible sword dragons rushed out, swarming towards the pillar of fire.

In that instant, a muffled sound.

Next, it was time for a real fight...

The figure of the Martial Arts Hall disappeared suddenly, like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed the scene before them.

Someone could actually physically withstand Longjing head-on!?

It was just that one glance.

In an instant, a golden sword light slashed towards the Martial Arts Hall.

His nearly two-meter-tall figure, standing tall and looking down, stared at the Martial Arts Hall, which was close at hand.

Fei Yi颐 held the golden sword, bending slightly, completely disregarding the Longjing's encirclement.