The inner disciple battles continued, and for the next match, Jun Changxiao sent out Ling Yuanxue.

Although this girl was somewhat timid, once the match began, she unleashed a barrage of Explosive Fist and Mountain-Opening Palm, beating her opponent out of the arena like a flurry of wild punches defeating an old master!

Then two more battles followed.

At this point, all the outer disciples who had trained in Death Valley except Zhou Hong had entered battle and defeated their opponents, raising the total victories to sixty-four matches.

The lips of various faction forces twitched violently.

Before the challenge began, who could have imagined that the one being completely crushed wouldn’t be the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, but the Sacred Spring Sect!

“Too terrifying!” Ma Yunteng exclaimed in admiration.

The disciples Jun Changxiao brought—even if his Azure Mountain Sect disciples came to fight, they would definitely go up one by one and lose one by one!

Xi Jingxuan smiled and said, “I told you—if Sect Leader Jun’s Iron Bones Clanging Sect didn’t have strength, how would they dare come challenge the Sacred Spring Sect?”

Li’er fell completely silent.

Sixty-four complete victories—even her Sublime Flower Palace couldn’t accomplish this!

Murong Xin murmured, “So his sect is this strong.”

“Hmph.”

Senior Sister said indifferently, “After all, it’s a fifth-rate sect, yet they’re weak to this degree. How truly disgraceful.”

She still hadn’t understood—it wasn’t that the Sacred Spring Sect was weak, but that the Iron Bones Clanging Sect was too strong!

Next, there actually wasn’t any need to continue fighting, because the Sacred Spring Sect, having lost sixty-four matches in a row, had not only lost the dignity of a fifth-rate sect but had been stripped down to nothing!

However.

Elder Jin sent out another disciple to fight!

This inner disciple appeared to be nearly thirty years old, with strength at the Fourth-Rank Wushi level.

During this time, the Sacred Spring Sect had sent out Fourth-Rank Wushi before, but they still lost to Iron Bones Clanging Sect Second-Rank Wushi disciples.

Facing a group of abnormal monsters piled up with various resources, without an absolute level advantage, it was fundamentally difficult to win.

Jun Changxiao had originally planned to send out Tian Qi.

Ma Yongning volunteered, “Sect Leader, please let me take the stage!”

Both Yihei and Erhei had taken the stage, making Liu Wanshi very happy. He had long been unable to restrain his desire to fight.

Jun Changxiao said, “Very well.”

“Swish!”

Ma Yongning strode into the martial arts arena.

He kept holding that blade that had been severed and reattached, saying proudly, “Let’s fight with weapons.”

The Sacred Spring Sect disciple entering battle looked toward Elder Jin. After receiving his approval, he brought forth a three-foot longsword.

“Sacred Spring Sect disciple, Lan Jing.”

“Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple, Ma Yongning.”

After announcing their names, the martial artists from various sects felt somewhat speechless.

Both were so old, especially the Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s Ma Yongning—looking nearly forty or fifty years old and still only a disciple. How poorly must he have fared!

I’m only twenty-nine!

Who the hell is forty or fifty years old!

Ma Yongning said, “Once the match begins, you attack first. Because once my blade leaves its sheath, you’ll have no chance.”

Lan Jing: “…”

This middle-aged man is truly arrogant!

“Begin!” the referee shouted.

“Clang—”

Lan Jing’s longsword left its sheath as he charged forward. During the process, his wrist trembled, instantly weaving intricate and complex sword flowers!

“Surging Waves Sword Technique!”

“This is an upper-grade level sword skill!”

Everyone exclaimed.

Facing sword flowers like surging ocean waves, Ma Yongning smiled faintly and put down his blade, placing his right hand on the hilt.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

In an instant, streams of heavy blade intent permeated around his body, emanating a desolate aura as if coming from the Northern Desert.

“This blade intent…”

A powerful figure exclaimed in shock, “He’s a Blade Cultivator!”

“What?”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Blade Cultivators and Sword Cultivators were extremely rare on the Meteor Falling Continent!

“Clang—”

Just at this moment, Ma Yongning stepped forward, and the blade with obvious repair marks left its sheath. The desolate aura erupted instantly, like a sandstorm.

“Northern Desert Blade!”

“Whoosh!”

Blade energy howled forth, crushing the attacking wave-like sword flowers with devastating force.

“Not good!”

Lan Jing’s gaze filled with terror as he hurriedly retreated toward outside the arena!

“Boom!”

The heavy blade energy slashed into the stone slabs, creating a blade mark over five meters long!

Lan Jing, who had escaped outside the arena, broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Ma Yongning’s blade stroke wasn’t aimed at injuring people. Otherwise, he couldn’t have escaped—he would have been cleaved in two long ago!

The Iron Bones Clanging Sect won another match!

At this point, what various faction forces cared about wasn’t the sixty-fifth victory, but that the Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple who appeared quite old was actually a Blade Cultivator!

Jun Changxiao was also somewhat astonished.

He had fought against Ma Yongning before, and back then he hadn’t been this strong.

“Wow!”

Liu Wanshi exclaimed excitedly, “So amazing!”

Hearing the little girl’s words, Ma Yongning slowly withdrew his blade, a smile befitting a blade master appearing on his face.

“Ding! Disciples have defeated Sacred Spring Sect inner disciples 15/15, meeting hidden criteria. Epic quest completion 60%, Host receives 200 contribution points.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 1905/2000.”

It seemed that meeting the hidden criteria meant defeating a few more beyond the original number required.

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, “Elder Jin, my apologies—we’ve luckily won another match.”

“…” Everyone collapsed.

Sect Leader Jun, your Iron Bones Clanging Sect has “luckily” won sixty-five matches and is about to make the Sacred Spring Sect cry!

“Elder!”

Qing Linfeng couldn’t hold back anymore and said, “This disciple requests to fight!”

Elder Jin, suppressing endless rage, placed his hopes on him, “Linfeng, you must win!”

“Yes!”

Qing Linfeng walked onto the martial arts arena and stopped in the central area, his expression incomparably grave.

With his junior brothers losing all sixty-five matches they fought, he couldn’t accept it. So this battle, no matter what, he had to win!

“The Sacred Spring Sect’s core disciple has entered battle!”

“They should have sent him up earlier to boost morale for the disciples fighting later!”

“From his aura, Young Master Linfeng is at least a Sixth-Rank Extreme-Grade Wushi!”

“Tsk tsk, an Extreme-Grade Wushi at this level should have at least eighty thousand jin of strength!”

After Qing Linfeng took the stage, various faction forces finally realized that the Sacred Spring Sect was going to take this seriously.

If Elder Jin knew what they were thinking, he would definitely vomit blood, because in the inner disciple battles, our Sacred Spring Sect had already been serious, but simply couldn’t win!

“Hmph.”

Alliance Leader Qin said coldly, “Young Master Linfeng has supreme-grade spirit roots and is an Extreme-Grade Wushi. Forget the Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciples—even if that Jun Changxiao enters battle, he’ll be thoroughly thrashed!”

“Finally, there’s a good show to watch!” The Long Blade Sect’s Sect Master and the alliance leaders laughed.

Sixty-five matches with the Iron Bones Clanging Sect winning all sixty-five had left their hearts completely cold. Now with Qing Linfeng entering battle and emanating a powerful aura, they immediately perked up!

However… even if they truly won one match, it would still be meaningless!

“This person is not weak.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin. After some consideration, he said, “Zuiji, go meet him.”

“Yes.”

Xiao Zuiji walked over.

After standing in the center of the martial arts arena, he said, “Iron Bones Clanging Sect, Xiao Zuiji!”

Xiao Zuiji?

The expressions of martial artists from various factions froze as they all turned to look at Murong Xin, who was watching from a distance.

“Junior Sister.”

Senior Sister was also astonished, “Could this Xiao Zuiji be your former fiancé?”

Murong Xin didn’t speak, her bright eyes constantly watching the man standing proudly on the martial arts arena as she thought to herself, “Your fellow disciples are very strong. What about you?”