At this moment, whether below the Heaven-Reaching Platform or on the mountainside, countless people turned their gazes over, all shocked!

Even Fudao Shanren revealed a solemn expression, not turning his head, gritting his teeth: “This is the killing move you mentioned?”

A killing move he wouldn’t use?!

Master Hengxu stood beside him without speaking, only casting his calm gaze toward that moon-white figure standing in this bamboo sea.

Drink this cup to the full.

One goblet of emerald bamboo.

The moment Xie Ding poured out the emerald bamboo from his cup, Jian Chou was completely enveloped.

She was like being wrapped in a huge green cocoon, even her moon-white figure becoming indistinct.

In others’ eyes, a vast bamboo forest covered the entire Heaven-Reaching Platform, even extending toward the surrounding void.

But in Jian Chou’s eyes, all this was even more terrifying.

Everything she could see was bamboo forest, bamboo sea.

When the wind blew, bamboo leaves rubbed against bamboo leaves, creating rustling sounds.

She stood on ground covered with withered bamboo leaves, holding the Ink Mark Sword she had taken from Xie Ding, turning her gaze to survey her surroundings.

Illusion.

Or formation.

There could be no second possibility.

Jian Chou didn’t believe that the current Xie Ding could move mountains and fill seas, to change space with a gesture, so she wasn’t very anxious.

To defeat her, just trapping her wouldn’t work.

If this was an illusion, Xie Ding must enter the formation; if this was a formation but not a killing formation, Xie Ding must also enter; if this was a killing formation…

What should she do?

Jian Chou calmed her heart, her gaze sweeping over every emerald bamboo stalk visible. In this bamboo sea world, there was nothing but bamboo.

The wind continued to blow quietly.

Vaguely, there was some killing intent hidden in its traces.

Jian Chou slowly closed her eyes.

The Ink Mark Sword in her hand suddenly blazed with white light, then ink qi like a coiling dragon spiraled from the sword hilt toward the sword tip!

As the ink dragon coiled and moved, the Dao Seal on the sword dimmed and brightened!

Whoosh!

A fierce wind suddenly rose from the ground!

The battle disc beneath Jian Chou’s feet spun madly. If people outside the bamboo sea could see, they would immediately be tongue-tied!

Golden Core stage Xie Ding’s Wanxiang Battle Disc was one zhang and seven chi, but Foundation Establishment stage Jian Chou’s Wanxiang Battle Disc was already one zhang and nine chi!

Kunxian lines lit up the instant spiritual power was injected.

One Dao node condensed, then extended a Kunxian line, condensing another Dao node at the intersection, then continuing to extend the Kunxian line…

One line, one point, one line, one point.

…

In the blink of an eye, a completely new Dao Seal composed of seven Dao nodes appeared on Jian Chou’s battle disc!

Swish!

The Dao Seal blazed with light.

The longsword in Jian Chou’s hand let out a long, dragon-like whistling cry!

In ancient times, someone walked through wind and rain with a bamboo staff and straw sandals; today, she wielded her sword and sang in the bamboo sea!

Dao Seal: Scholar with Sword!

These four characters naturally appeared in her heart.

This was the innate Dao Seal the sword possessed when it was forged.

Vaguely, Jian Chou seemed to see several scholars and poets, their endless freedom when lifting brush and dropping ink.

The world before her eyes was pitch black.

All light was blocked outside.

She could hear the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo forest—they had a sense of void, seeming light and insubstantial; she could also hear the sound of wind blowing through the void, whooshing and echoing, vibrating the air with sharp, mournful cries; she could also hear…

The sound of a person moving through the wind.

Killing intent!

Drip.

A crystal-clear dewdrop fell from the tip of a pointed bamboo leaf.

At this moment, Jian Chou suddenly opened her eyes!

Her gaze was substantial, directed toward a certain point in the void!

As that shadowy figure rushed toward her, she also unhesitatingly swung the sword she had been preparing for so long!

Ink colored like a rainbow, a coiling dragon emerging, instantly piercing the sky!

A point of snow light, a point of ink light, all reflected in that crystal dewdrop!

The sword shadowed like a startled swan…

…

At this moment, below the Heaven-Reaching Platform.

Zhilin Sou, with white hair and a childlike face, rosy cheeks, stopped his golden carving knife that had been constantly working on the six-foot handbook, staring at the platform, almost stupefied;

The braided youth with countless watermelon seeds still on his face, his brilliant smile also became a gaping mouth, and with a “snap,” the half-eaten watermelon fell to the ground, smashing to pieces, yet he didn’t feel heartbroken to death as usual;

Among the Fengmo Sword Sect crowd, the young man in dark red robes finally couldn’t help but reveal a calm yet sinister smile: So it wasn’t just an axe, but also a sword.

By the mountain stream, Lu Xiangleng, whose eyes had just shown some regret and pity, saw the faint bitter smile on her face suddenly freeze completely. Between her dim brows and eyes, dazzling brilliance burst forth, carrying amazement!

Breaking out of the cocoon!

The bronze wine goblet, one cup poured, what fell was a bamboo sea, like an impenetrable emerald cocoon wrapping the sword-wielding Jian Chou in the green cocoon. Xie Ding, originally floating in mid-air, also directly entered the green cocoon the moment Jian Chou completely disappeared, vanishing within.

Deathly silence.

Complete deathly silence.

No one knew what was happening inside, but at this moment, a snow-bright sword light soared upward!

The sword’s cry pierced through the entire green cocoon instantly!

Puff!

In the void, that thick green cocoon was broken open with a hole.

Like a thousand-li dike suddenly breached by an ant hole, ink light flowed like river water, surging forth, instantly breaking through the entire hole and enveloping the entire Heaven-Reaching Platform!

That was an almost brilliant ink light!

Occupying people’s entire field of vision, blooming!

Vaguely, a figure was mixed in this overwhelming ink light, thrown flying!

“Bang!”

That figure flew out from the green cocoon, tracing an arc, and directly crashing into the base of another Heaven-Reaching Platform. Immediately spitting blood, his entire body slid down that Heaven-Reaching Platform, falling to the ground.

The bronze wine goblet clanged as it lost control, falling beside him like scrap metal.

When everyone looked closely, they immediately gasped!

Who else could it be but Xie Ding, who had been suave and elegant just moments before?

“Huff, huff…”

Heavy breathing sounds.

Xie Ding lay face up on the ground.

It was truly the first time he felt that lying down without any image could be so comfortable!

Having researched for over half a year, he didn’t believe that the Dao Seal could be used!

But…

Just now, the moment he entered the bamboo sea and prepared to attack while hidden, this Yashan Senior Sister, who was rumored to be unworthy of her reputation, had profoundly taught him what it meant to “be human”!

Everything is possible!

The powerless Xie Ding wearily rolled his eyes and looked up. The southern third Heaven-Reaching Platform was reflected in his vision.

But at this moment, Xie Ding only gazed distantly at that high platform.

Jian Chou’s sword-wielding figure walked out from those gradually dispersing bamboo forest shadows. The ink light retreated, the bamboo forest shadows also retreated, leaving only her blood-stained moon-white robes swaying before people’s eyes.

Step by step, Jian Chou’s footsteps were already quite unsteady.

But her facial expression was too composed, so much so that people couldn’t detect this small detail at all.

Jian Chou slowly walked to the edge of the Heaven-Reaching Platform.

Across countless crowds, she couldn’t see what expression Xie Ding had at this moment.

Raising her hand, the Ink Mark Sword was in her palm.

Looking down, that frighteningly powerful Dao Seal was branded on the sword’s body.

Indeed, as she had said before, it was a good sword.

But unfortunately…

Nothing more than that.

The proud and aloof bearing of Yixiantian sealed in the glacier in Yashan’s weapon vault immediately appeared in her mind, and Jian Chou shook her head.

Though this sword is good, it’s not what I love.

Her gaze slightly focused, she raised her hand and threw the longsword into the distance!

Swish!

The longsword traced a black and white intertwined light in mid-air, deeply piercing the ground one foot from Xie Ding’s side!

The white light and ink qi lost all spiritual power support the moment they touched ground, transforming back into a closed folding fan.

At this instant, Xie Ding was stunned.

Jian Chou stood high up, fierce wind blowing her garments, making the smile on her face also become blurred.

She had used his sword, defeated his bronze wine goblet…

And even mastered the Dao Seal on his sword?

Yet now, she so casually threw the sword back, just like throwing a writing brush into an ink jar…

Returning it to him?

For a moment, Xie Ding was both angry and amused. Early on, he had lost his temper after being struck by Jian Chou’s amazing sword that awakened the Dao Seal. Now seeing the folding fan back at his side, he couldn’t help but groan and curse: “What the hell is wrong with you!”

If you were going to return it to me, why did you pick it up in the first place?

Simply a monster!

But Jian Chou seemed not to hear at all.

One strike that drained all spiritual power from her body, nearly losing control…

This hadn’t happened in a long time.

She gazed distantly at Fudao Shanren’s figure standing on the mountainside, also feeling her vision blur.

Sitting down cross-legged on the spot, Jian Chou no longer had extra strength to stand. She simply rested her hands on her knees, opened her brow center ancestral aperture, and finally, strand by strand, spiritual qi from the surroundings entered her parched body.

Closing her eyes, she began meditating directly on this Heaven-Reaching Platform.

Below the platform was wave after wave of silence.

Third against hundredth—crushing defeat!

Remaining on the Heaven-Reaching Platform was Yashan’s Senior Sister Jian Chou, who only had Foundation Establishment peak cultivation!

Doing what she said she’d do, truly not holding back at all!

Everyone felt their hearts pounding like thunder, their entire bodies trembling as they looked at that slender figure on the Heaven-Reaching Platform—

Right now was the best opportunity!

A brief but vicious battle had consumed most of Jian Chou’s strength. Challenging her now would almost guarantee victory!

However…

Not a single person went up.

The shadow of that startling sword, the lingering might of defeating third-ranked Xie Ding, still shrouded her figure. In everyone’s eyes, she even gained an indescribable layer of mystery.

But for Zhilin Sou, there was only gnashing of teeth…

“That bastard…”

Qu Zhengfeng!

And they had been close friends for so many years!

Such an important matter as the Ethereal Void Body, and he didn’t know a single word of it!!!

Gripping the golden carving knife tightly, Zhilin Sou wanted to take this knife and slash that still-decent face of Qu Zhengfeng to pieces!

Black-hearted thing, even his face should rot!

Unfortunately…

Qu Zhengfeng wasn’t before his eyes.

Zhilin Sou ground his teeth in hatred. His originally rosy, round face was even redder, his finger joints pale from using too much force.

Looking at the seven characters “Hundredth, Yashan, Jian Chou” on the six-foot handbook, Zhilin Sou finally sighed deeply and directly slashed with his carving knife—

Slash!

A golden light swept across, and this line of characters disappeared from the six-foot handbook!