Only the Sword Lord saw the situation clearly.

Chen Yi's ferocity, tearing Tian Xiaofeng's exotic beasts to pieces, scattering them east and west, wasn't based on sword techniques or sword dao.

It was just two words.

Sheer force!

The treasured sword in Yi Qianjun's hand was no ordinary object; it was a Heaven-Grade spirit sword rewarded to him by his sect, nourished within the Sword Tomb for over a thousand years!

As long as the force was great enough, this sword could slice through iron as if it were mud!

No matter how peculiar Tian Xiaofeng's exotic beasts were, they were still flesh and blood. How could they withstand such power?

"Stop killing! Stop! I surrender, I surrender! My exotic beasts!!" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Tian Xiaofeng was practically crying from Chen Yi's slaughter.

It wasn't easy for him to raise so many exotic beasts, you know.

Actually, his cultivation talent wasn't low. Why was his realm lagging behind others in the same batch of disciples from major factions?

It was precisely because he invested most of the resources his sect gave him into raising his exotic beasts.

Chen Yi wiping out his precious treasures was akin to cutting flesh from Tian Xiaofeng's body. It hurt like hell!

The top favorite to win the championship, Tian Xiaofeng, was now miserably collecting the corpses of his exotic beasts.

"Wangcai! Dahei! Laifu! You died so tragically! Wuwu..."

Seeing him cry so pitifully, tears streaming down like pear blossoms in the rain, even Chen Yi felt a bit sorry for him.

The problem was, Chen Yi had no choice.

This guy was a beast tamer. If he didn't slash the tamed beasts and went straight for the tamer himself, that would be even more pitiful.

Chen Yi walked over to offer some comfort.

"Friend, you can always raise more exotic beasts. You're still young, you can start over."

Tian Xiaofeng stood up, straightened his clothes, took a step back, and bowed with clasped fists.

"Thank you, Brother Yi, for showing mercy!"

"You're thanking me for this..."

"Brother Yi's swordsmanship has reached transcendent mastery, truly capable of taking the enemy commander's head from amidst ten thousand troops as easily as reaching into a bag. If not for your mercy, I would surely be severely injured now, and who knows how much cultivation time I'd lose."

"So that's how you see it..."

Tian Xiaofeng was polite and measured, a true gentleman.

Come to think of it, talents cultivated with the full resources of a major sect might not have earth-shattering moral character, but they wouldn't be too bad either.

Tian Xiaofeng's defeat greatly surprised the surrounding big shots.

Yi Qianjun instantly became the new favorite to win the championship.

As Chen Yi advanced triumphantly, winning consecutive victories, the leaders of various factions began gathering around the Sword Lord.

"Congratulations to the Sword Sect on securing a Star Source slot."

"I suppose this slot will definitely be given to Yi Qianjun?"

"But this Yi Qianjun isn't stuck right before a major realm breakthrough. Entering the Star Source would be somewhat wasteful."

The Sword Lord wore a polite, ceremonial smile.

But a trace of doubt had already surfaced between his brows.

Finally, Chen Yi's match reached the final round.

"The finals! Wu Yue of the Free and Unfettered Holy Land, versus Yi Qianjun of the Limitless Sword Sect!"

Wu Yue was a young female martial artist, dressed in a light blue gown that fluttered with an otherworldly grace. Her face was coldly beautiful, as if untouched by mortal concerns.

She held a spirit sword with blue and purple hues, also following the path of a sword cultivator.

The moment Wu Yue stepped onto the stage, the watching Shen family members and the big shots high above all regarded her favorably.

"One of the candidates for the next generation Holy Maiden of the Free and Unfettered Holy Land. This girl is only twenty-five but is already at the peak of the Spirit Sea realm! Breaking through to the Martial King Realm is a certainty!"

"I heard she's only been cultivating for just over ten years!"

"It's been a long time since our human race produced such a prodigy."

"Only the Holy Lands can cultivate someone like this."

"Yi Qianjun is in danger. Wu Yue's sword dao attainment is no lower, perhaps even higher!"

While various parties were discussing, the expression on Chen Yi's face froze.

Why did this woman look so much like Second Sister Chen Yue?

Not exactly identical, perhaps only seventy percent similar.

But that was because Second Sister was only twelve when she disappeared.

A girl changes greatly by eighteen; her appearance would definitely have changed.

As her own family member, even if her features had matured with age, that sense of familiarity couldn't be mistaken.

Chen Yi wasn't in his original appearance now either. Although there was some resemblance, even if Wu Yue was Chen Yue, she wouldn't connect the outstanding disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect with her country bumpkin younger brother.

Chen Yi activated his "Human Body Detector."

Wu Yue's talent was simply phenomenal.

Heaven-Grade Innate Talent!

Bright Moon Sacred Physique!

Eighty-nine points of luck!

"No mistake, it must be Second Sister. Only our Chen family could produce such a freak."

Given the special circumstances, Chen Yi couldn't directly reveal his identity to Wu Yue. He had to finish the match first and find an opportunity afterward.

"The match begins!"

Both used swords. Blades clashed, sparks flew, the clanging of sword techniques colliding possessed both power and destructive force, yet also maintained a visual spectacle.

The live audience cheered repeatedly, exclaiming that this was indeed the finals; the level had instantly skyrocketed.

During the duel, Wu Yue calmly said one sentence.

"Why aren't you going all out?"

Chen Yi had to admit he was still affected by emotion, afraid that if he struck too hard, he might injure this woman who was likely his second sister.

After all, he was a Martial King!

Chen Yi could sense a hint of anger from Wu Yue.

Holding back in a match was equivalent to an insult among martial artists.

"Then take this!"

When Chen Yi began applying pressure, Wu Yue's eyes showed no distress at facing a powerful foe. Instead, they held a thirst for victory, a passion for battle!

"Moonrise Over the Sea!"

Wu Yue's spirit sword drew a full moon around her, beginning to draw upon the distant power of moonlight.

Her sword dao attainment was on par with Chen Yi's. Going all out, Chen Yi found that without utilizing his Martial King Realm power, he actually struggled to suppress her.

Wu Yue's sword momentum was like a vast ocean, wave after wave, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.

Within it, that full moon was a hidden killing intent, composed of countless sword energies, sometimes gathering into a lunar phase, sometimes scattering with deadly intent across the sky.

"Truly worthy of being a prodigy from the Free and Unfettered Holy Land. This is the true Man and Sword as One!"

"Too strong! It seems the disciple from the Limitless Sword Sect is going to lose."

"Who would have thought a Sword Sect member would lose in swordsmanship. Quite unexpected."

"The Holy Lands are the Holy Lands. They have no weaknesses!"

The entire audience overwhelmingly believed that Wu Yue, after unleashing her full power, was sure to win.

But how could that be possible?

She wasn't the protagonist. Where would she get the script to win across realms?

Sword dao? Who didn't know it!

When Chen Yi displayed half-step Martial King strength, even though their sword dao realms were similar, the gap widened.

A flash of cold light appeared. Chen Yi broke through the ocean of Wu Yue's sword momentum, his sword slashing through the moon, the sword light tearing through the sky!

"Screech—"

Amidst the sword's hum, the tip of Chen Yi's sword stopped at the center of Wu Yue's brow.

"You lose."

Wu Yue nodded lightly.

"You are strong."

"You're too kind. You..."

"If you have something to say, speak directly."

"This place isn't very convenient. Could we speak somewhere else?"

Wu Yue chuckled lightly, her expression very playful.

"Fine. I appreciate you. I'll give you a chance."

Oh no. Chen Yi felt Second Sister might have misunderstood.

I'm not trying to pursue you!

The martial arts competition concluded. Yi Qianjun of the Limitless Sword Sect, that is, Chen Yi, took first place, securing a slot to enter the Star Source for the Limitless Sword Sect.

Various sect masters were congratulating the Sword Lord.

The Sword Lord wore a professional, fake smile on his face, his mind contemplating something.