After Chen Feng left, Chen Shuangshuang looked at the television screen, watching Zhao Bing who was covered in blood.
She turned to Su Yan and asked,
"Mom, is Senior Brother Zhao Bing going to die?"
Su Yan pulled Shuangshuang into her embrace.
With a smile, she said,
"Yes! He should be dying soon."
"But when that time comes, no one will ever be able to hurt your senior brother again."
Recalling the memories of learning swordsmanship with Zhao Bing in the past, Shuangshuang could not help but feel a wave of sorrow.
"It's a pity I'll never see him again."
Su Yan smiled.
"Then you should remember this final image of him well."
"In the future, when you miss him, you can still recall it."
Listening to Su Yan's words, Liu Weiwei felt a pang of grief.
She immediately contacted her informants planted in the Holy Capital.
She wanted to see if there was any way to get in touch with her junior brother, Zhao Bing.
She needed to tell him that their master had already gone to find him.
Dead or alive, their master would bring him back.
At the very least, she had to let her junior brother know that he would not die alone in the Holy Capital.
Meanwhile, in the Holy Capital.
Gu Changqing appeared completely confident on the surface.
Deep down, however, he was trembling with fear.
Zhao Bing's sheer madness had completely exceeded his understanding.
Moreover, he had not been a Martial Venerable for very long.
He was terrified of making a careless mistake and capsizing in a shallow ditch.
The very first thing Gu Changqing did upon stepping onto the arena was to immediately unleash the Heavenly Frost Fist, the Cloud-Parting Palm, and the Wind God Kick.
He instantly executed the Tri-Origin Qi.
Currently, his Tri-Origin Qi had not yet reached Zhang Bowen's level, where the three elements could be perfectly merged into one.
He still had to rely on rapidly executing the Heavenly Frost Fist, the Cloud-Parting Palm, and the Wind God Kick in succession.
By relying on the coordination of his fists, palms, and legs, he was able to produce the Tri-Origin Qi.
However, it was still formidable in both offense and defense, far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts techniques.
Gu Changqing's caution immediately earned the approval of the Gu clan's elders.
"Changqing is a good kid! He understands that even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit."
"The Tri-Origin Qi requires the fusion of three different techniques. It's very difficult for a normal person to achieve such a feat at his age."
"Although his ability to manage the Martial Arts Guild is somewhat lacking, his martial arts talent is undeniably high!"
"Hmph! If this boy hadn't wallowed in decadence for so long, his current achievements might be even higher."
...
Gu Yang snorted coldly.
Back then, if he had not discovered it early, Gu Changqing would have been completely hollowed out by women and reduced to a crippled state.
Unable to bear watching his most highly regarded clansman sink so low, he eventually gave him a Vermilion Fruit.
Still, his very first action was to strip Gu Changqing of all his duties within the Martial Arts Guild.
He forced him into secluded reflection.
The thing Gu Yang was most dissatisfied with regarding Gu Changqing was his marriage to Xiao Ruohan.
Unfortunately, Xiao Ruohan was pregnant with Gu Changqing's child.
According to clan rules, harming the Gu clan's bloodline was strictly forbidden.
He could not easily intervene.
But this woman had actually taken the initiative to find other women for Gu Changqing, which completely shattered his worldview.
Furthermore, Gu Changqing was now completely subservient to Xiao Ruohan.
It was as if his mind had been bewitched.
But as things stood now.
Gu Yang also hoped that Gu Changqing could eliminate this massive problem named Zhao Bing on the arena.
If Zhao Bing was allowed to leave alive today.
The Gu clan would lose all its face.
On the arena.
Seeing that Gu Changqing had already made his move.
Zhao Bing unceremoniously unleashed his Martial Dao Domain, slashing out streams of sword aura.
Gu Changqing also threw out a flurry of fist, palm, and leg shadows, fusing them into the Tri-Origin Qi.
A series of explosive sounds echoed across the arena as their vital energies clashed.
However, Gu Changqing's body was sent stumbling backward from the impact.
He hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique at maximum speed to maintain the Tri-Origin Qi.
The sheer power of Zhao Bing's sword intent and sword qi left him trembling with fear.
Gu Changqing was temporarily fighting Zhao Bing to a draw, but he didn't dare lower his guard.
Especially after feeling the overwhelming ferocity of Zhao Bing's sword qi.
He knew very well that if he took even a single strike from that sword, he would absolutely die without a doubt.
He attacked using the Cloud-Parting Palm and Heavenly Frost Fist.
While using the Wind God Kick to constantly adjust his position.
For a time, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
However, Gu Changqing still breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.
The advantage was on his side.
Zhao Bing was severely injured, and blood was still dripping from his severed arms.
As long as he kept dragging out the fight.
There was no way the opponent could outlast him.
Zhao Bing looked at Gu Changqing's overly cautious demeanor.
And revealed a smile of disdain.
His entire body's vitality boiled over. Entering a state where man and sword became one, he completely disregarded his energy consumption and madly unleashed his strongest sword intent.
It was clearly an attitude of either the enemy dies, or he dies.
To Zhao Bing, finally comprehending his own Fourteenth Deadly Sword before death, and managing to kill the traitor Ye Xing as well as the genius of the Gu clan...
Made his impending death completely worth it.
Facing Zhao Bing's relentless pursuit and fierce slashes, Gu Changqing struggled to defend himself.
However, the power of a sword technique united with heaven and man was simply too immense.
In just a short moment.
Gu Changqing's body was slashed with several wounds by the stray sword qi that occasionally leaked through his defenses.
He looked at Zhao Bing with a pale face, feeling a sense of panic rising in his heart.
"How is this guy so resilient!"
Gu Changqing secretly prayed, hoping this monster would fall as soon as possible.
If this continued, he truly wouldn't be able to hold on.
Zhao Bing's situation wasn't much better.
The shockwaves from the Tripartite Return of Origin caused blood to continuously spill from his mouth.
Yet, his expression remained exhilarated.
Below the arena, Gu Yang said indifferently:
"Changqing is guaranteed to win. That Zhao Bing's vitality is starting to wane."
Beside him, Gu Chen couldn't help but sigh in admiration:
"After fighting bitterly for so long, he should have reached his limit ages ago."
"It's just that Changqing is still a bit too timid!"
On the arena stage.
Zhao Bing forcefully condensed another burst of sword qi and violently slashed it toward Gu Changqing.
The latter quickly countered with the Tripartite Return of Origin, but his body was still blasted backward.
He crashed to the ground and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
Gu Changqing turned around, wanting to flee for his life.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Bing stumbling, almost falling to the ground.
He hurriedly and awkwardly turned back around, quietly waiting for the moment Zhao Bing could no longer hold on.
Now, all he had to do was stall for time.
Zhao Bing was bound to lose without a doubt.
But the little cowardly movement he had just made out of panic was seen by everyone present.
Gu Yang gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Gu Chen couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.
The other elders of the Gu clan also couldn't help but shake their heads.
They could all see that Gu Changqing's overall strength was actually not inferior to the heavily injured Zhao Bing.
Yet he had been passively defending the entire time, never once taking the initiative to attack.
Even his occasional counterattacks were merely half-hearted.
If he had actively attacked and clashed head-on with Zhao Bing.
Zhao Bing probably would have collapsed long ago.
It was a pity that Gu Changqing was too cautious.
To be precise, he was simply too cowardly.
It formed a stark contrast with Zhao Bing's sheer spirit and courage.
In the Immortal Capital.
After making some contacts, Liu Weiwei found an informant in the Holy Capital.
The informant was currently at the scene, watching the match.
"Is there any way you can help me get in touch with Zhao Bing?"
Liu Weiwei wanted to tell Zhao Bing that their master had already gone to the Holy Capital.
She wanted to tell him to hold on.
Even if the worst were to happen, she hoped their master could see his junior disciple one last time.
That informant, after receiving Liu Weiwei's plea for help...
He immediately sprang into action, quietly slipping into the stadium's central control room.
This person only possessed the cultivation base of a peak-level Martial Artist.
However, compared to the ordinary staff working backstage, he was undoubtedly a master among masters.
At that moment, the entire control room only had two Martial Artist-level security guards assigned to watch the surveillance feeds, but they were currently busy duo-queueing to rank up in a video game.
After all, with over three hundred Martial Saints gathered inside the venue, who would dare to cause trouble?
There was absolutely no need to keep a close watch.

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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”