Sword Seven Sons.

A permanent position in Imperial Sword Saint Sect.

Only disciples with sufficient comprehension of the sword dao could become one of them.

Becoming one of the Sword Seven Sons, their strength wasn’t necessarily the strongest in the sect, but as long as their qualifications were sufficient, ascending to elder was effortless.

Therefore.

As long as one became a Sword Seven Son, it was equivalent to having the elder position pre-determined.

For instance, this Imperial Sword Saint Sect’s Elder Shi—back in his day, he was one of the Sword Seven Sons. Among his fellow disciples he wasn’t necessarily dazzlingly brilliant, but in the end he still became an elder.

“Sect Master.”

Zhou Hong’s gaze burned intensely: “This disciple requests to battle!”

These seven Imperial Sword Saint Sect disciples emanated extremely strong sword intent, making him urgently hope to have a satisfying fight with them!

“Go ahead.”

Zhou Hong strode toward the martial arts stage.

The sword in his hand also trembled slightly, as if very eager to accompany its master in battle against sword dao experts.

“Step.”

Zhou Hong stopped.

Those pitch-black eyes flashed with even stronger battle intent.

“Hm?”

Imperial Sword Saint Sect’s Sword Seven Sons all frowned.

Intuition told them this person’s comprehension of the sword dao definitely wasn’t inferior to their own!

“Unexpectedly, Ancient Myriad Sect actually also has a genius in the sword dao.” The Imperial Sword Saint Sect elder said with considerable surprise.

Not just sword dao, but also blade dao.

Ma Yongning folded his arms, standing sideways among the disciples, a pitch-black cleaver hanging at his waist!

“What a pity.”

He shook his head: “No blade cultivators.”

…

On the martial arts stage.

Although Zhou Hong hadn’t burst forth with sword势, just standing upright like this, he wasn’t inferior to the seven Imperial Sword Saint Sect disciples at all.

Sword cultivator.

This person was definitely a sword cultivator!

Various martial artists instantly made this judgment in their hearts.

In the Star Meteor Continent, the most tedious thing was watching sword dao martial cultivators fight, because at least half the entire process involved showing off!

See.

Zhou Hong and the Sword Seven Sons began.

They maintained a certain distance, neither speaking, like wooden people.

Several minutes later.

Some martial artists yawned, some even picked their noses.

Jun Changxiao, however, watched with full concentration. He could sense that invisibly, sword势 was clashing against each other.

The duel between sword cultivators didn’t have much flashiness. Once they made a move, victory or defeat could often be decided in a flash!

“Clang!”

“Clang!”

Just then, the Sword Seven Sons summoned the swords from their backs one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At the same time, coordinating perfectly, they swung their swords, seven sword gleams carrying unparalleled force tearing through space!

The seven of them were like one person transformed—unsheathing and executing techniques with exceptional synchronization, showing not the slightest discord.

“Excellent!”

Elder Shi said with satisfaction.

This generation of Sword Seven Sons was stronger than previous generations. After they ascended to elder in the future, they could completely shoulder the Sword Sect’s banner.

Their generation of powerful elders would ultimately one day retire or perish. The sect’s glory still had to be inherited and continued by junior disciples.

Whoosh whoosh!

Seven sword qi swept forward, producing friction with space that made it become distorted.

“So strong!”

“Truly worthy of being sword cultivators!”

“The seven of them attacking together, their power probably doesn’t fall short of King level!”

The crowd exclaimed.

Looking at that Ancient Myriad Sect disciple again, he still stood in place, seemingly without any movement to attack.

Knowing he wasn’t their match, he chose to give up?

Finally they could see an Ancient Myriad Sect disciple defeated!

Donghao Province faction experts smiled.

“Clang!”

Just then, Zhou Hong casually placed his hand on the sword hilt and unsheathed it. His wrist trembled in the void, and sword lights permeated outward—so numerous they were like an inescapable net!

Elder Shi’s eyes immediately widened!

Because that Ancient Myriad Sect disciple had attacked a thousand times in one breath!

What kind of concept was this?

Explained in the simplest terms, only a Sword King, and moreover a high-rank Sword King, could accomplish this!

Bang! Bang!

The densely packed sword gleams, like cannonballs, bombarded the seven sword qi, instantly shattering them into fragments.

More sword gleams flew forth, directly passing by the seven Imperial Sword Saint Sect disciples, then slowly dissipating into the void.

Like fireworks, freezing their most beautiful moment in a few seconds.

“Clang!”

Zhou Hong gracefully sheathed his sword.

From unsheathing to sheathing, his face remained calm throughout, without the slightest fluctuation.

“Pssh!”

“Pssh!”

Standing opposite, the Sword Seven Sons’ bodies suddenly split open with sword wounds one after another.

Each sword wound’s size and depth was exactly right, merely cutting through clothing without injuring the skin!

“Not bad.” Jun Changxiao praised.

Shaking out so many sword qi in one breath, yet still controlling them not to harm the enemy—this kind of control over the sword dao was truly quite terrifying!

Nonsense.

Zhou Hong was obsessed with sword practice to the point of madness.

Jun Changxiao relied on cheating to advance his cultivation, and usually didn’t go comprehend things, so naturally he couldn’t compare to such extremes.

The seven Imperial Sword Saint Sect disciples stood in place like wooden chickens.

How could they not know the opponent had shown mercy with his sword? Otherwise, at this moment they would definitely be corpses with lingering warmth!

“You win.”

The seven sheathed their swords and turned to leave.

Zhou Hong also left the martial arts stage. His heart remained calm, without the slightest ripple.

His purpose in fighting wasn’t to win, but wanting to spar with fellow practitioners, then comprehend even more profound sword dao.

So then.

Did he comprehend anything from this battle?

He comprehended something, but it couldn’t be expressed in words.

“Ding! Ding!”

As the Sword Seven Sons left the martial arts stage first, the notification sound rang in his ears again.

Jun Changxiao said: “Anyone else?”

“…”

Donghao Province sect martial artists fell silent one after another.

Even Imperial Sword Saint Sect’s Sword Seven Sons were defeated so decisively—they didn’t believe their own sect disciples had the strength to contend!

“Since no one is fighting.”

Jun Changxiao looked at Cheng Huixin and said indifferently: “Then we can only move to the finale.”

The epic quest’s defeated count had increased quite a bit. He estimated it had pretty much reached the excess level, so might as well go straight to the main topic!

“Xiao Zueji!”

Jun Changxiao shouted: “Enter battle!”

“Step!”

Xiao Zueji took one step forward, standing on the martial arts stage.

During this period of crazy cultivation, his body appeared even more imposing. Even with the Concealment Technique suppressing his cultivation, thick aura inadvertently emanated!

“He’s the Xiao Zueji whose engagement was broken by Murong Xin?”

“This fellow’s appearance and temperament are both quite good. That Murong Family’s eldest daughter didn’t fancy him—her standards are high enough.”

“I heard that several years ago, this Xiao Family legitimate heir lost both his spirit root and cultivation.”

“So that’s how it is. No wonder the engagement was broken.”

Ignoring the crowd’s discussion, Xiao Zueji raised his head, looking at the plaque carved with ‘Lily Saint Sect’ above the great hall, and said: “Murong Xin, I’ve come to fulfill the three-year agreement.”

Three years ago, he made an agreement with that woman at the sect. He had been waiting for this day all along.

What was lost in the past, today he would take it back!

Whoosh—

A graceful figure used mysterious footwork to fly over, landing on the martial arts stage like a dancing butterfly.

Murong Xin today wore neat and efficient training clothes, perfectly outlining her figure, but her pitch-black eyes revealed complex emotions.

“This young lady has quite good looks.”

The crowd looked at Xiao Zueji again, shaking their heads one after another.

What a well-matched young couple, yet ultimately developing to the point of crossing swords—truly fate playing tricks on people.

“Today.”

Xiao Zueji looked at Murong Xin, saying word by word: “We settle our grievances.”