The God of Sky & Earth

"If Su Yi is also a disciple of Elder Su, then their seniority would be the same, even higher than that of the sect leader."

"That is quite interesting."

"..."

Amidst the hustle and bustle, voices of various discussions could be heard everywhere. There were even several disciples who secretly organized gambling activities, placing bets on the ranking of the sixty-eight disciples who would ultimately compete in the final showdown on Spirit Sword Peak. The odds varied depending on the disciple.

Of course, the largest amount of bets were placed on Liu Yunchuan, Yun Lingfeng, and others.

Su Yi, Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, and others dismounted from the Fierce Wind Golden Eagle, surveying the surroundings, all astounded by the bustling atmosphere around them!

Today, their identities were different. Arriving in such a place, under the influence of such an atmosphere, each of them felt a surge of passionate blood in their hearts.

Especially Zhang Qing and others, they were also one of the main characters today. Despite knowing that their strength might be insufficient, at this moment, under the influence of this atmosphere, they inexplicably possessed the courage to challenge the outstanding disciples among the direct disciples.

"Boss Su Yi, we can go to the center first," Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and others scanned the surroundings, their eyes shining with awe, and said to Su Yi.

In the center of the square, an empty and isolated area, only the sixty-eight disciples who participated in the final pinnacle showdown of the Grand Swordsmanship Competition today are allowed to enter.

As for the onlookers, they can only be around the periphery.

Su Yi nodded, then he along with Zhang Qing, Xu Jiahui, and others went to the center of the square. As for the accompanying outer disciples, they could only watch from the outside.

"It's Su Yi and his companions!"

As the group weaved through the crowds, in the bustling square, disciples who spotted Su Yi and the others quickly cleared a path, allowing them to pass unhindered.

However, in the midst of the crowd, many eyes were fixed upon Su Yi, but all with a glaring anger.

The owners of these wrathful gazes were all direct disciples and inner disciples.

In the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, almost all the inner disciples were plundered by Su Yi this time, naturally casting a disdainful gaze upon him.

Su Yi held his head high and chest out, disregarding the surrounding gazes. After all, he had already left the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, and these individuals were powerless against him.

Passing through the crowd in the square, Su Yi, Xu Jiahui, and a few others arrived at the secluded and spacious square.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that this isolated square was actually quite spacious.

The square is surrounded in a circular shape, with sixteen intricately designed and rustic stone platforms arranged on top, each spanning tens of square yards in size.

At a glance, the sight of the sixteen ancient stone platforms scattered and towering is truly awe-inspiring.

On the square, at this moment, there are already dozens of young men and women standing, with remarkable temperament, standing quietly with their eyes slightly closed.

Feeling someone approaching, someone slightly opened their eyes and took a glance. Upon seeing that it was Su Yi, their gaze subtly stirred with emotion.

However, more people remained steadfast, their eyes consistently closed, as they focused on inner tranquility.

Su Yi sensed a cold gaze, and followed its origin to see the person behind it. Upon seeing the owner of that gaze, his eyebrows subtly raised in curiosity.

The owner of those eyes is none other than Gong Qi, who ranks sixth in the Sword Tower. Her gaze twinkles with a chilling glimmer, as if capable of taking one's life, while her countenance exudes extraordinary beauty.

By Gong Qi's side stood the enchanting Ying Qianqian, her captivating beauty transcending words. The gaze in her eyes was filled with an indescribable allure as she glared fiercely at Su Yi.

"We will settle our duel on this very stage soon!"

Upon reaching this small square, Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and others beceven more excited and filled with a sense of anticipation.

They will soon compete on these stone platforms, for being able to ascend to these platforms represents a sense of honor and status.

Su Yi paid no attention to Gong Qi and Ying Qianqian, believing it best to keep his distance from these women.

Casting a gaze around the surroundings, Su Yi took in the sights. At this moment, in this secluded square, he spotted several familiar figures that he had encountered within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.

Subsequently, Su Yi also closed his eyes slightly, beginning to wait. It seems that the ultimate showdown of the Grand Swordsmanship Competition is still a while away.

Without a doubt, the atmosphere surrounding the square at this moment, coupled with Su Yi's presence within it, being in the prof his youth, he may possess a superior state of mind and composure compared to his peers, but his blood still boils within him.

The young individuals, each possessing a hint of pride and rebelliousness.

In such circumstances, it is tto compete and determine who is superior!

If we must describe it as a form of arrogance and insolence, it also belongs to the youthful audacity.

Do not waste your youth without audacity!

Tpasses slowly amidst the bustling clamor, with an increasing number of people gathering on Spirit Sword Peak. The commotion grows louder and more fervent.

"It's Senior Brother Nan Li Ran!"

"Senior Brother Ou Luo has also arrived!"

On the isolated square, from tto time, figures approached, all of whom were disciples qualified to participate in the final showdown of the Grand Swordsmanship Competition.

Each of them, in ordinary circumstances, is a renowned figure within the Divine Sword School. Their appearance at this moment is enough to cause quite a stir.

With his eyes tightly shut, Su Yi, through the glimpses of his spiritual power, sensed the aura of these outstanding young talents. Yet, he didn't open his eyes, maintaining his current state.

"Senior Brother Yun Lingfeng, he has also arrived!"

In the midst of the crowd, the commotion reached a new height as a young man in white attire appeared, causing a fervor among onlookers from all directions.

In the eyes of the male disciples, there was awe, while many female disciples' gazes revealed ripples of fascination, stirring their hearts deeply.

Such a young man in white, with a delicate and indifferent countenance, beneath his long eyelashes, his eyes radiating brilliance. His fair complexion was akin to that of a woman, possessing a remarkable and distinct beauty unlike any other.

"Yun Lingfeng is incredibly formidable, his future knows no bounds!"

Within the crowd, there were also murmurs emanating from the ranks of the senior disciples.

Such a junior disciple, even among their cohort of disciples, is undoubtedly exceptional.

Su Yi felt a cold gaze cast upon him from his side and slightly opened his eyes, following the direction of that gaze.

The owner of that gaze was none other than Yun Lingfeng, who had crossed paths several times before, hailing from the Fifteenth Sword Peak.

The grudge between the Fifteenth Sword Peak and Su Yi has always been deep. Su Yi speculated that Yun Lingfeng, within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, intended to cause trouble for him. It was likely connected to the confrontation he had with several disciples from the Fifteenth Sword Peak.

Within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, Su Yi has never directly clashed with Yun Lingfeng. It is not that he fears this individual, but rather because there are too many direct disciples within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.

At this moment, atop Spirit Sword Peak, Su Yi is actually not worried. If he were to encounter Yun Lingfeng at that time, it would serve as a perfect opportunity for validation.

Yun Lingfeng walked onto the plaza, his gaze lingering briefly on Su Yi.

Su Yi, however skilled he may be, is not yet his true opponent today.

However, if by chance they were to encounter each other today, it would provide an opportunity to make them realize that all detours and tricks are in vain before absolute strength.

"Senior Brother Liu Yunchuan has arrived!"

Suddenly, the crowd surged again, and a young man emerged in the center of the inner courtyard.

The newcomer appeared rather young, seemingly in his early twenties, clad in a cloud-patterned robe. His black hair was fastened with a bamboo hairpin, and his attire, although simple, exuded an air of understated elegance.