Such understatement, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation could be heard!

As if what she had just swept away with one leg was not some notorious villain famous throughout the Star Sea, but merely a broken stone, a piece of worthless rotten wood…

Not even worth a single glance!

“…”

Silence. Besides silence, there was still silence.

Except for Zuoliu in the cage looking toward where the evil monk Shanxing had fallen, making fake sympathetic “tsk tsk” sounds of regret, the Silver Tower at this moment was like a dead tomb.

All the spectators present had already been shocked by such a divine leg technique. The gazes directed toward Jian Chou were immediately filled with an indescribable awe, even fear!

Even Shen Yao, who held the noble position of Grand Marshal of Tongguan Station, sitting by the window at this moment, also felt her heart pounding!

“This strike…”

Her slightly trembling voice betrayed her currently unsettled state of mind, and several traces of indescribable uncertainty flashed through her beautiful eyes.

“How is it so similar to…”

But how could that be possible?

With the transition from ancient to modern times, when Shangren Buyu achieved enlightenment and ascended, the legendary “Heaven-Flipping Seal” had disappeared without trace along with the concealment of Qingfeng Nunnery’s hidden realm.

In the Nineteen Continents, one could no longer see this palm technique that could overturn heaven and earth.

Even she, who had exhausted all her efforts and gone through countless hardships to seize this position of “Grand Marshal of Tongguan Station,” ruling over the entire Three Paths of Demons and Monsters and gaining the opportunity to read through all the classics, only understood the superficial aspects of the “Heaven-Flipping Seal”!

But now…

This small bit of superficial knowledge she possessed had an astonishing correspondence with the strike displayed by this female cultivator on the Isolated Shore Platform!

She claimed to be from Yashan, yet possessed strange body cultivation techniques and used Dragon Gate’s never-externally-transmitted “Dragon Scale Dao Seal.” Now, she had even brought out mysterious arts extremely similar to Shangren Buyu’s Heaven-Flipping Seal of yesteryear!

One must know that Shangren Buyu had killed countless people in his time, nearly washing the Star Sea in blood!

This female cultivator’s identity…

There were some vague speculations, yet she really didn’t dare confirm them.

To say she wasn’t that missing person from Yashan – Zuoliu’s sudden change in attitude seemed too relaxed, too familiar. To say she was that person – this cultivation level was really too outrageously high.

What kind of person could make such terrifying rapid progress in sixty years?

Doubts swirled in her heart.

Her two moth-like eyebrows lightly furrowed. On Shen Yao’s face, beautiful as peach blossoms and plums, a trace of deep wariness uncontrollably passed, but her gaze never could move away from Jian Chou.

“If not a close friend, then surely my lifelong worthy opponent…”

A sigh, yet it was a kind of sincere appreciation and intense fighting spirit, a kind of premonition from the mysterious depths, a kind of the most mysterious hint from heavenly secrets…

The several attendants in the elegant chamber seemed already accustomed to Shen Yao’s occasional murmuring and remained silent at this time.

In the arena, after that initial period of excessive shock-induced silence, there finally began to be some sound. At first it was just a low murmur, but soon it became clamorous, even faintly showing a tendency that couldn’t be suppressed.

“What the hell did I just see?”

“I’m seeing things, I’m seeing things!”

“This damn thing is still mid-stage Nascent Soul? Have all my years of cultivation been wasted on wild dogs?”

“How could she be this strong? Must be fake, right?”

…

The more profound one’s cultivation, the deeper the understanding of how terrifying Jian Chou’s previous strike had been.

But understanding was one thing, comprehending and accepting was quite another.

Almost everyone couldn’t figure it out—

Clearly it was the evil monk Shanxing who schemed first, attacked first, and was even closest to Zuoliu. Conversely, Jian Chou was far from Zuoliu and acted later!

In that moment, not a single person thought she would emerge unscathed!

Either save Zuoliu or sacrifice herself – there wouldn’t be a second possibility.

But what did they see?

Without even moving a step, standing in place and raising one leg, she had already stirred the momentum of wind and thunder, instantly letting this terrifying aura sweep through the entire Silver Tower!

A textbook example of “striking later but arriving first” that was suffocating to witness!

Clearly such a magnificent attack, yet it possessed devastatingly despairing speed!

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had actually defeated a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator just like that!

Moreover, observing her demeanor, she hadn’t even caught her breath, clearly relaxed and effortless, clearly still holding back cards and retaining strength without exerting full power!

And she said “I concede to you”?

Concede my ass!

They could only be grateful that the evil monk Shanxing had already fallen from the Isolated Shore Platform and been beaten unconscious, otherwise hearing Jian Chou’s such noble and cold remark, he might have been angered to death even if he had luckily survived!

From Yashan?

But why was she using the Dragon Scale Dao Seal? And that leg technique just now had oddly high attack power but was really quite unconventional – no one had ever heard of Yashan having such mysterious arts.

What the hell was this female cultivator’s background?

Countless speculations, countless puzzles, swept through everyone in the moments after this battle.

Almost everyone was guessing Jian Chou’s identity, guessing the relationship between Jian Chou and Zuoliu, guessing the trump cards she possessed, and also guessing…

The outcome of the next battle!

A breeze passed by, stirring up the chaotic dust on the Isolated Shore Platform.

After retracting her leg, Jian Chou naturally stood solemnly in place. The deer-cutting blade that had been thrown to the ground earlier was now right beside her feet – she only needed to lightly extend her hand and it would fly to her.

But her gaze didn’t fall on the blade, instead gently moving toward the diagonal front.

Liang Tingyu, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, had stood in this corner of the Isolated Shore Platform from beginning to end. No matter how intense the battle became, she had never moved a step.

Cold and quiet, like a cold rain in the dark night.

The somewhat ferocious scar at the corner of her eye destroyed her originally barely passable face, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Everyone knew the relationship between the Night Sailing Ship and the Silver Tower.

Today’s arena matches were quite strange, but no one had ever doubted the strength of the three people the Night Sailing Ship had sent. Whether it was the life-taking dart thrower Lengguang or the evil monk Shanxing, they were all first-class experts when placed outside.

It was just their bad luck today, running into cultivators from Yashan and being defeated one by one.

Now, only the last one remained—

Liang Tingyu.

In recent years, very few people hadn’t heard her name. After all, she was the most prominent among the newly promoted people in the Night Sailing Ship, directly elevated to one of the three chief libationers, with status second only to the mysterious hall master who controlled the Night Sailing Ship.

Moreover, her cultivation was definitely among the top ranks of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

This person’s pair of mandarin duck battle-axes had a reputation in the Star Sea that was absolutely no lower than the assassin Lengguang’s golden darts, and no lower than the evil monk Shanxing’s staff!

As Jian Chou’s gaze fell on her, her gaze also fell on Jian Chou.

The gazes of the two female cultivators collided like this.

Jian Chou’s pair of eyes were peaceful and profound.

In the depths of Liang Tingyu’s eyes, however, were heavy dark clouds, with traces of doubt flashing faintly, yet somewhat uncertain. Scene after scene from that day in the Night Sailing Ship’s dungeon appeared before her eyes again.

“Is it you?”

Is it you?

What kind of question was this?

Liang Tingyu’s inexplicable question immediately caused countless people to think deeply: could there be some grudge or old enmity between these two?

Hearing this, Jian Chou raised an eyebrow.

During her recent night raid on the Night Sailing Ship, apart from delivering that nearly enlightening blade strike, she had never revealed any traces from beginning to end, always hidden in the wind. Liang Tingyu had no reason to recognize her.

The only possibility was that the other party had some vague perception of her aura and was thus probing with words.

This was an attempt to trick her…

However, Jian Chou didn’t think this was any big deal. With a hint of playfulness in her eyes, she lightly beckoned, and the deer-cutting blade obediently pulled itself up from the ground and fell into her palm.

Her response was only two meaningful words: “It’s me.”

Is it you?

It’s me.

There was none of the evasiveness or denial she had imagined. This female cultivator before her was so clean and decisive, admitting it openly and honestly, even righteously!

In that instant, Liang Tingyu couldn’t help but be stunned.

Simple two words, yet they let this person in the know taste an extraordinary confidence!

That stunning blade strike like a divine dream…

As if it could slaughter all under heaven and rule myriad realms!

Ever since witnessing it that day in the dungeon, it had circled in her mind, unforgettable for days and nights. Even standing on the Isolated Shore Platform at this very moment, she could still recall the terrifying shadow left by that blade.

That was a blade that could match “Him” in that dungeon wall, absolutely not something the current her could withstand…

Facing this sudden realization, countless complex feelings suddenly surged in Liang Tingyu’s heart.

In the vast Nineteen Continents, she had used every means possible to pursue power, including joining the Night Sailing Ship to obtain that kind of transcendent strength.

But now, facing this female cultivator before her, all her efforts seemed to have never existed.

No one understood Jian Chou’s strength better than she did—

In this battle, she would undoubtedly lose!

If she was even slightly careless, she might very well lose her life here.

How was this a simple arena match?

This was practically a life-and-death duel!

On the pale golden mandarin duck battle-axes, light flowed shallowly, as if changing according to their master’s mood.

After Jian Chou’s simple two-word answer, Liang Tingyu remained silent for a long time, finally slowly clenching her five fingers. On her usually cold face that kept people at a distance, a trace of admiration appeared for the first time.

“This battle is a death match. I, Liang Tingyu, will not die under the blade of a nameless person.”

“Boom!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Silver Tower nearly exploded!

Liang Tingyu was after all a prominent figure, yet before even fighting she said such words, as if she had already confirmed she would be defeated by her opponent?!

Even Jian Chou couldn’t help but be surprised for a moment.

She gazed at this female cultivator standing solemnly not far before her, her gaze lingering for a moment on the scar at the corner of her eye, suddenly feeling a sense of regret in her heart.

Perhaps she too had her own story?

However, cultivators under heaven each had their own path.

When paths differed, they couldn’t work together. Going in opposite directions and becoming strangers was ordinary.

The deer-cutting blade in her hand turned lightly, already pointing downward with the handle upward.

Jian Chou’s blade-holding hand calmly moved behind her back. She nodded slightly, maintaining distant politeness, and spoke plainly: “Under Yashan’s tutelage, Jian Chou.”