Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 270. Various Geniuses

On the second day, Chu Ming woke up, had breakfast, and followed the crowd towards the Central Hall of the Celestial Travel Sect. Over thirty thousand inner sect disciples now headed towards the Central Hall together, creating an incredibly spectacular scene.

"Chu Ming."

A familiar voice came from beside Chu Ming. He turned his head to look and saw Zhu Hongxue standing not far away, smiling at him.

"Miss Zhu."

Chu Ming nodded slightly. This was the first time he had seen Zhu Hongxue since coming to the Celestial Travel Sect. At this moment, Zhu Hongxue’s strength had made considerable progress compared to before, reaching the True Dao Fifth Layer.

"From now on, don’t call me Miss Zhu, just call me Hong Xue."

Zhu Hongxue said softly, a trace of red spreading to her ear tips. This was the first time she’d allowed someone to call her Hong Xue.

Chu Ming was slightly taken aback, slowly nodded, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder towards the Central Hall.

The Central Hall was majestic and vast, covering a distance of ten thousand meters, enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people to watch the competition together.

When Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue entered the Central Hall, they saw countless streams of light flying back and forth in the sky. Each figure was imposing; these were True Disciples or Inner Sect Elders.

Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue found a relatively good place to sit down casually. As the inner sect disciples arrived one after another, the momentum of the Central Hall reached its peak, and the voices of the people resounded.

"That’s the second-ranked Ice Fist Ning Fei!"

Someone in the crowd called out, and everyone turned to look. They saw Ning Fei, dressed in black, walking in slowly from the entrance of the Central Hall, his face as cold as frost.

Chu Ming also looked over. Ning Fei was very strong; this was his first reaction. The icy aura on Ning Fei’s body was not weaker than that of Bing Bufan. Before coming here, Zhu Hongxue had already told him about the stronger existences in the inner sect, and Ning Fei was one of them.

"That’s Blood Madman Han Zhen!"

"That’s Feng Buzhi and Feng Wuxiang."

Two figures, one white and one red, walked in slowly from the entrance. Many disciples looked at the two with eyes full of enthusiasm.

Every martial artist has a dream of becoming powerful, not to mention these prodigies of the Celestial Travel Sect. However, not every martial artist is the center of attention wherever they go; only a few, like Feng Wuxiang and Han Zhen, can achieve that.

Blood Madman Han Zhen was dressed in blood-red clothes, his body exuding a bloodthirsty aura. He was born with a fierce look and fought with extreme cruelty, earning him the nickname Blood Madman in the inner sect, where he ranked sixth.

Feng Wuxiang, on the other hand, still had a calm demeanor, his face showing a gentle smile as if he was enjoying a spring breeze. The two walked to the front row of the participants’ seats, chatting and laughing.

"Flowing Wind Su Xin!"

"Ghost Face Saber He Wumu!"

"Blood Burst Hand Xiao Huang!"

As more and more top ten inner sect disciples entered the Central Hall, the atmosphere in the Central Hall reached its peak.

Su Xin, ranked tenth in the inner sect, had an unrivaled body technique, like a fallen leaf in the wind. He once escaped from the hands of an invincible True Dao martial artist, earning him the nickname "Flowing Wind."

He Wumu, ranked eighth in the inner sect, had an exquisite sword technique. He had consecutively killed dozens of prodigies from demonic organizations, causing Demon Dao martial artists to tremble at the mere mention of his name.

Compared to the two, Blood Burst Hand Xiao Huang was truly a battle maniac. As soon as he entered the Celestial Travel Sect, he challenged dozens of senior disciples in a row without a single defeat.

As everyone was excited, Chu Ming’s gaze suddenly turned towards the entrance. A young man in blue robe walked in slowly, his sharp eyes and imposing presence showing hidden sword intent. His footsteps on the ground sent shivers through the crowd’s hearts like the sound of demonic spirits.

"That’s the Infinite Sword... Ying Qiangge."

An inner sect disciple muttered, eyes filled with endless shock.

Ying Qiangge was a prominent figure in the inner sect. It was said that he was bloodthirsty, having slaughtered eighteen bandits in a row, and even killing people within the sect. He once caused the Sect Leader Yan Nanxing to intervene and was punished to meditate in the Sword Cloud Abyss for a year. Unexpectedly, after the meditation, his strength increased, leapfrogging from eleventh to fourth in the inner sect.

Ying Qiangge’s gaze swept across the audience; his eyes seemed to be flowing with countless sword auras. The disciples he stared at felt like thorns on their backs and did not dare to make eye contact, except for Chu Ming.

"Interesting!"

Facing Ying Qiangge’s gaze, Chu Ming was fearless. Ying Qiangge smiled faintly and casually found a place to sit. The other disciples around him did not dare to approach, keeping a distance of twenty meters.

"A bunch of trash!"

Ying Qiangge looked at the nearby disciples with contempt. He was a very realistic person who always understood that the more he showcased his value, the more resources he would receive in the Celestial Travel Sect.

For example, a year ago, when he openly killed someone in the inner sect, it should have crossed the bottom line for the Celestial Travel Sect. However, his talent was too outstanding, and after discussions among the elders, he was only punished to meditate in Sword Cloud Abyss for a year.

Sword Cloud Abyss was a treasure land for swordsmen to cultivate. Meditating there for a year was actually a reward for him, which was why his strength advanced by leaps and bounds within that year.

"This person is very strong!"

Chu Ming frowned slightly. In Ying Qiangge, he saw the sharpness and dominance belonging to a swordsman, but there was also an essence he couldn’t fully comprehend.

"How confident are you in facing him?"

At this moment, Zhu Hongxue beside Chu Ming suddenly asked.

"Sixty percent!"

Chu Ming thought for a moment and said indifferently.

Sixty percent confidence. Ying Qiangge was strong, but Chu Ming was not weak either. The Sixth Layer of the Pure Essence Sword Qi Technique, Deceitful Sword, Extreme Nether, Meteor Sword, Flowing Cloud Like Water— when all these factors combined, Chu Ming had a foundation not weaker than Ying Qiangge. Most importantly, he cultivated both body and inner strength, keeping his mind and spirit at their peak at all times. freёwebnoѵel.com

Sixty percent confidence was also without using Cloud Ascension. If he used it, defeating Ying Qiangge would be almost certain, although battles were full of uncertainties.

Hearing Chu Ming say this, Zhu Hongxue was not too surprised. Compared to others, Chu Ming was a legend in the first place, with full enlightenment, being the first in the history of the Celestial Travel Sect to enter the inner sect with a full score. Even Sword Demon Ancient Sword Peak, in terms of talent, was a bit inferior to Chu Ming.

"Sea-Overturning Palm, Ye Chen."

"Valley of the Undead, Gu Muling."

Following Ying Qiangge, two more significant figures appeared.

Ye Chen, with the Sea-Overturning Palm, was a young man in a blue robe, his face calm, as if a storm was brewing silently. He was ranked fifth in the inner sect.

Gu Muling, from the Valley of the Undead, appeared exceptionally inconspicuous compared to other geniuses, with a short stature that seemed mismatched with his renowned reputation.

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