From the situation here, this was a disgrace.

The fifth one to go up was a Late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple, all thinking that no matter the level now, they should let Xuantian Sect’s disciple come down first. Otherwise, where would they save face?

"If you need to rest, I’ll wait."

Qi Xuan smiled, "No need. Please."

This time, the two exchanged blows for quite a long time. The odds set by the betting house increased, with Qi Xuan’s odds returning to three-to-one, though not many disciples from Sword Sect bet on him.

Qi Hong asked a question, limited to under fifty thousand.

Qi Hong threw down fifty thousand Spirit Stones.

The storage bag in his hand was almost full.

The competition between the two was extremely exciting, and the disciples from Sword Sect below stopped considering which sect the participant belonged to, their eyes full of admiration for the strong.

A disciple at Early-stage Foundation Establishment had already won four matches, without resting, and astonishingly could still hold his own against a Late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple.

After half an hour, Qi Xuan won, though it was not easy for him this time.

This time was different from the matches against Big Brother and Second Brother.

The opponent indeed did not hold back, and it also curbed Qi Xuan’s slight arrogance.

"Far stronger than you were back then."

"Yes, both of them are my pride."

"You’ve really raised them with paternal affection since they were young."

"Yes, I have always raised them as sons."

Mu Tian looked at the couple with envy in his eyes, thinking to himself, if I had also found a Dao partner back then, could I have had children too? The higher the cultivation, the less likely to have children.

However, with Qi Wen around, I treat her as a daughter to pamper. That girl treats me the same as her father does.

The referee asked Qi Xuan if he needed to rest, but he shook his head, knowing that Third Brother was still waiting, and they needed to go to the Thunder Pool without delaying further.

A handsome young man stood on the stage with his sword, while the female disciples below looked at him starry-eyed, thinking he was the most beautiful and powerful Cultivator they had ever seen.

Once again, a Late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple from the Sword Sect stepped up.

The two saluted each other, and upon hearing the command to start, they began to compete.

This time, bets on Qi Xuan’s victory were fewer, yet Qi Hong still threw down fifty thousand Spirit Stones. The little brother absolutely couldn’t be as exhausted as he appeared; that rascal had many tricks up his sleeve.

The one on the platform was renowned, known for cultivating the Heartless Sword.

Qi Yan told the family about Duan Yuliang’s situation.

"Heartless Sword?" Qi Wen was curious about this.

"Yes, it means abandoning all human emotions and desires."

"How can that still be a person? What’s the point of living like that?"

"Single-mindedly pursuing the Dao."

"That way there’s no joy in life; it’s meaningless. Even if you ascend and become a God, you’re still a walking corpse."

Su Yuanyuan had no way to address her daughter’s description, ah, this girl.

"The little brother has met his match this time."

"Indeed. Haven’t you seen the difference in him?"

The family knew all about Qi Xuan’s slight tricks.

Zhu Huai’en watched his little disciple with humor in his eyes. He wasn’t afraid of his disciple losing, as it would help him understand that there’s always someone better.

Qi Hao watching below said, "This really is interesting; Qi Xuan is sure to win."

Seeing the intense scene on stage, the crowd below was abuzz.

More people started betting on Duan Yuliang, and the odds had changed by now.

Qi Xuan’s odds were now four-to-one, while Duan Yuliang’s were one-to-one. The difference was enormous.

Bets placed on Qi Xuan were sparse.

Qi Hao went and bet fifty thousand Spirit Stones on his brother’s victory. Qi Wen didn’t participate, feeling embarrassed.

Even the Sword Sect’s Great Powers were watching the developments here.

Everyone cherishes talented disciples, and True Monarch Canjian personally came over.

It was truly hard to believe, could this really be Qi Yan’s younger brother? How did this family raise them to be so exceptional?

Zhu Huai’en really had an eye for talent. If such an outstanding disciple appeared before himself, he would never have missed it.

Qi Xuan was becoming more vigorous, with a strong fighting spirit. Opponents like this were truly interesting.

"Big Brother, don’t you have someone stronger than this in Sword Sect?"

"Yes."

"Big Brother, when I defend the arena, can you invite him over?"

"Alright, I’ll send him a message."

The two on stage fought more fiercely, seeing admiration for each other in their eyes.

Their speed increased, and more disciples gathered beneath the stage.

In fact, those who understood knew. Duan Yuliang had actually lost, for one was Late-stage Foundation Establishment, and the other Early-stage Foundation Establishment.

After about an hour, both had their swords pointed at each other’s Dantian, but Qi Xuan was slightly faster.

The referee came out and declared Tan Qixuan the winner.

Duan Yuliang cupped his fists, "Looking forward to competing with you next time."

"Likewise." Qi Xuan also smiled, cupping his fists.

Only three more matches to defend the arena successfully.

Qi Xuan stood with his sword in the center of the stage, indicating he needed no rest, waiting for the next challenger.

A stir broke out below. The Qi Hong and Qi Hao brothers had made quite a profit this time.

"Judging by the situation, if you want to go on stage, it’s likely the Zhuang Family won’t make a setup for you."

Qi Hao smiled, "It doesn’t matter, I just want to try it out. With you, I can’t let loose."

Qi Hong nodded, "Indeed." It was hard for brothers to be ruthless with each other.

Another Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator stepped up next, and the two exchanged names.

By now, the Zhuang Family no longer set up bets because they simply couldn’t. They had already lost quite a lot.

Qi Xuan won again. This time he sat in meditation on the stage, indicating he’d rest for an hour.

True Monarch Canjian watched with his hands itching, eager for a try.

Qi Hao noticed him, though he didn’t recognize him, he intervened, "Would the Senior like to compete? Wait until he steps off the stage, and I can accompany you."

True Monarch Canjian knew that Zhu Huai’en had a pair of twin disciples, and the one who stopped him looked the same as the one on stage, so this was the other disciple.

"Sure, I’ll compete with you using Foundation Establishment Second Level, so as not to bully you."

Zhu Huai’en wanted to come over, but Mu Tian stopped him.

During this hour, people below had already dug out information about Qi Xuan.

Now everyone knew that this person’s status was higher than the Sect Master, competing with an ancestor?

Qi Yan was being watched by everyone, but he maintained his usual expression, not revealing any discomfort.

Another Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator took the stage.

Qi Xuan won.

He did not rest. The final challenger was another Foundation Establishment Perfection.

The defeated cultivators were comforted by their friends. After all, he was a disciple of Divinity Transformation, how could he lack ability?

The referee declared Qi Xuan’s successful defense of the arena. He was expressionless, bearing a six-part resemblance to Qi Yan, but after jumping off the platform, smiling, he quickly walked towards his family.