Xu Zimei’s opponent, Yan Dao.
True to his name, he wielded a massive chain-cleaver.
Blade Intent radiated around him.
He stood there, like a sharp blade standing between heaven and earth.
Its sharpness was exposed, making people dare not look directly.
He wore a purple robe, and seeing Xu Zimei’s appearance, he opened his eyes instantaneously.
The killing intent in the air surged.
Xu Zimei yawned, looking at him indifferently.
"The match begins,” a referee shouted from below.
As soon as the words fell, a sharp Blade Qi soared into the sky.Directly slashing towards Xu Zimei.
"This is Yan family’s Blade Technique,” someone knowledgeable remarked from below.
"It’s said the Yan family once had a Great Emperor.
This Blade Technique was created by the first ancestor of the Yan family and then modified by the Great Emperor.
I fear it is already Emperor Level Blade Technique,” someone praised.
Having ancestral blessings is indeed a good thing.
The cleaver slashed through heavens and earth, shattered the void, transforming into countless blade shadows to surround Xu Zimei.
"Using a blade before me?” Xu Zimei chuckled.
He extended his right hand, a powerful Blade Qi burst forth.
The Qi of Yan Dao’s blade seemed to recognize a King, circling meekly around Xu Zimei.
Yan Dao’s expression changed slightly, trying to control his Blade Qi but found no response.
"Perhaps there are people in this world qualified to play with blades before me.
But definitely not you,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.
As if ten thousand blades exploded.
Almost all the Blade Qi surged forth.
At that moment, the entire arena was enveloped by Blade Qi, in the endless sea of blades, Yan Dao’s figure stood in the forefront.
"Referee, is killing allowed up here?” Xu Zimei looked at the referee and asked.
"Fists and feet have no eyes, as you please,” the referee replied coldly.
"No,” Yan Dao roared.
Seemingly understanding that Xu Zimei wouldn’t hold back at all.
A stream of light flew out from his Storage Ring.
Immediately, a giant shield appeared before him.
He held the giant shield, full of prowess.
He shouted, “Open for me.”
With a “boom,” the Spiritual Energy on the giant shield gathered brilliantly.
Blocking almost all the Blade Qi ahead.
The giant shield emitted a powerful aura, transforming into a stream of energy, killing towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
Then he smiled, “This might be your ancestor’s weapon.”
The Yan family’s Great Emperor had once left behind a giant shield.
"Less nonsense, kill,” Yan Dao roared.
Shielding with the giant shield, charging wildly towards Xu Zimei.
Seemingly intending to use this giant shield to strike Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei snorted coldly.
At the fingertips of his right hand, a Blade Qi was entwined.
He swung it directly, throwing the Blade Qi out.
No one expected that the Blade Qi, originally as small as a fingertip, in the void of being thrown, transformed into a blade that Pierced the Heavens.
Its size increased by more than a hundredfold.
The giant blade swept the entire arena, the ground shattered, the void broke apart.
Countless storms swept through.
The spectators around blurred and unclear.
Only vaguely, there was a “crack” sound, and amidst the screaming wind, there were screams.
When everything calmed down.
The crowd looked at everything before them with shocked faces.
The entire arena was already in ruins.
And the giant shield had shattered into several pieces, discarded like garbage on the arena.
As for Yan Dao, he was bloodied and flesh blurred, lying in a pool of blood with his features unrecognizable.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
Xu Zimei smiled innocently, “Referee, it’s time to announce the verdict.”
"Oh, oh,” the referee came to his senses and announced, “In this match, Xu Zimei is the winner.”
Xu Zimei walked off the arena calmly.
At this moment, many looked at him without the previous disdain.
Because there were too many participants on the first day, it was necessary to eliminate half.
So Xu Zimei only participated in one match, his next match was scheduled for the second day.
"Have you all competed?” Xu Zimei asked Shangguan Xian and others.
Shangguan Xian nodded slightly.
"At the very beginning, the opponents are generally not strong.
The further you go, the stronger the opponents become,” she said.
Several people looked briefly and discovered the contestants’ strengths were uneven, losing interest.
Returning to the inn, a familiar person was waiting for him on the first floor.
"Mansion Leader Fu,” Xu Zimei called out.
The person waiting for him was the Manor Master of Black Crow Mansion, Bian Wenzhou.
"Young Master Xu, there were matters on the way.
Came a step late,” Bian Wenzhou stood up and smiled.
"I thought Black Crow Mansion wouldn’t come,” Xu Zimei replied.
"How could that be, you are competing for our Fireloathing City.”
Bian Wenzhou chuckled, “I heard you killed Tyrant Blade’s son.
He’s the City Lord of Stone Rock City.”
He deserves his fate; he was outmatched, was there a problem?” Xu Zimei said.
"That old guy is petty-minded.
Having a son in old age, he’s exceptionally precious to him.”
Bian Wenzhou laughed, “He’s surely going to try every possible way to stop you from competing.
But don’t worry, I’ve come to tackle this matter.”
"Whether you come or not, the outcome remains the same,” Xu Zimei replied bluntly.
"That’s true, but you’re also competing for our Fireloathing City.
If I don’t act, it would likely dishearten people,” Bian Wenzhou laughed.
"Where’s Bian Shishi? Didn’t she come?” Xu Zimei asked.
"That lass, her affairs are beyond my control,” Bian Wenzhou shook his head and said.
Xu Zimei didn’t speak further.
He had just broken through to Great Saint and hadn’t fully adapted to this realm.
He was stabilizing his realm.
After eating, he returned to his room.
……
He trained non-stop until the next morning.
A knock on the door woke him up.
"Young Master Xu, time to depart,” Liu Huohuo’s voice came.
Xu Zimei opened the door, seeing Bian Wenzhou and others eating breakfast downstairs.
"Care for some?” Bian Wenzhou smiled.
"No thanks,” Xu Zimei shook his head.
He glanced outside the inn, thoughtfully saying, “Today the weather seems quite gloomy.”
"Where? It’s clearly sunny outside,” Liu Huohuo laughed.
The other people merely smiled without speaking.
After eating, the group headed to the arena for the matches.
But just as they reached the middle of the street, something felt wrong.
Because the originally bustling street was eerily empty.
Silence prevailed, not a single sound was heard.
The shops on both sides were shut tight, a gentle breeze occasionally passing through the street, rustling a few leaves falling.
"They’ve come,” Xu Zimei murmured to himself.
Then the sound of footsteps was heard.
From both ends of the street, dozens of people in black robes approached.
The black-robed figures wasted no words.
The leader lightly shouted, “Kill.”
All of them charged forward.
Zhang Hengzhi was about to fight, but Bian Wenzhou stopped him.
"You head to compete, I’ll handle this small matter,” Bian Wenzhou smiled.
He clapped his hands lightly.