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  Lieteng Pan sat in the courtyard of Nuojian Peak, his eyes slightly closed. He wasn't cultivating, but rather thinking about the battle with Leng Ye three days later. The news of Leng Ye's emergence had spread throughout Wanjian Sect, and after Leng Ye emerged, he immediately set a time for a decisive battle with Lieteng Pan. Tens of thousands of disciples in Wanjian Sect were all looking forward to the battle between Lieteng Pan and Leng Ye, and most of them were eager to see Lieteng Pan die at Leng Ye's hands. Although many people had come to visit Lieteng Pan before, and there were those who genuinely wanted to befriend him, once the news that Lieteng Pan was defeated by Wang Bo spread, all these so-called friendships vanished into thin air. Almost everyone believed that Lieteng Pan would die at Leng Ye's hands. In an instant, Lieteng Pan went from being someone many disciples wanted to befriend to someone nobody paid attention to. If it weren't for the fact that he was one of the parties involved in the decisive battle, perhaps no one would have even come to inform him.

  The trend of being self-serving is even more pronounced in the major sects, previously crowded with people, now empty and deserted. It's clear that Lie Teng has become a laughing stock for them after dinner, Jian Fengzi is in seclusion, and it's likely that even if Lie Teng was killed by Leng Ye in the final battle, no one would bother to collect his body.

  As the youngest of the nine major sects, Leng Ye's strength cannot be underestimated. This time, he made a miraculous breakthrough from the first layer of Jiedan to the third layer, which undoubtedly makes the young disciples of Wanjian Sect look up to him in admiration. However, this also makes the remaining disciples who still hold out hope for Lie Teng's victory sigh in despair. Lie Teng is definitely going to die this time.

  On the halfway up the majestic peak of Jian Xing, in a small and elegant building, a young man with white clothes and long hair stood respectfully. In front of him was an old man wearing a red robe. The old man's face had a ferocious scar that stretched from his right eyebrow to his chin, making him look extremely terrifying. This person was none other than Huo Jianzi, the fourth elder of the Wan Jian Sect, who had been beaten by Jian Fengzi and nearly lost his life. The scar on his face was a masterpiece left by Jian Fengzi, and he was also Leng Ye's master, a top-notch expert with cultivation reaching the peak of Fragmented Void Second Layer.

  "A swift battle, I want to see him killed with one move. I wonder what expression the Sword Madman will have when he dies at my disciple's hands." The red-robed old man let out a cold hum, his right hand stroking the scar on his cheek, his eyes filled with endless resentment.

  "Master, rest assured! Leng Ye won't let him live for more than three breaths." The long-haired young man's voice was as cold as ice.

  "This sword contains a powerful sword energy, enough to rival my own strength in one strike. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary, I feel that this kid is not as simple as he seems." Huo Jianzi took out an object, a small golden sword the size of a finger, and handed it to Leng Ye.

  Leng Ye took over the small sword without any hesitation and nodded firmly: "Even if he's not simple, Master, he will definitely die."

  Three days later, at the foot of Tianjian Peak, a huge empty platform that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. In the center of the platform is a massive ancient stone stage, and this place is the decisive battle platform of Wanjian Sect. It is a place for disciples within the sect to resolve their grudges. Once on the platform, only one person can leave alive. This rule has been in place since the founding of Wanjian Sect, and few people have dared to challenge it, nor has anyone been able to break this rule.

  This battle between Lie Teng and Leng Ye attracted many young elites from various peaks, as well as some powerful Dan Yuan practitioners who came to watch. At this time, the huge empty square had already gathered tens of thousands of cultivators. Due to Lie Teng and Leng Ye's identities, a total of ten elders were present to preside over this decisive battle.

  Lie Teng stood on the stone platform, his eyes fixed on the ten elderly men sitting cross-legged on the protruding stone steps of Tianjian Peak. Leng Ye was standing beside one of them, an old man wearing a fiery red long gown with sinister scars on his face. From start to finish, Leng Ye never looked at Lie Teng straight in the eye.

  Feeling the gaze of disdain and ridicule sweep towards him, Lie Teng's face remained calm, as if he had ignored them. He gazed at Han Ye's proud face, his mouth slightly curved, revealing a hint of cold smile. As Han Ye flew towards the dueling platform, Lie Teng took a few steps back. Han Ye slowly descended onto the ground, his eyes scanning the surroundings, a confident smile on his face.

  "One layer of Dan, challenging the third layer of Dan? This person has the courage of the three elders, but not their strength. Perhaps after thousands of years, another sword maniac will appear... what a pity... what a pity."

  "Eh, I really can't imagine how disappointed the three elders will be after they come out of seclusion. The only disciple he valued, didn't even get to see him one last time before dying miserably on the battlefield."

  "Let Leng Ye see the power of a true junior, so those rogue cultivators outside won't dare to challenge him recklessly!"

  Many such discussions rose and fell, countless mocking gazes fixed on Lie Teng standing proudly on the dueling stage. The disparity in strength was clear to all, and among the tens of thousands of disciples present, they almost saw the scene where Lie Teng would be directly killed next. They didn't have a shred of sympathy; in their view, it would be better if Lie Teng died, or rather, Lie Teng shouldn't have been valued by Jian Fengzi to begin with.

  "Lie Teng, Leng Ye, are you two certain you want to fight to the death? Once you begin, only one of you will be able to walk off this stage alive. It's still not too late to back down." A middle-aged man in Confucian robes flew onto the stage, gazing at Lie Teng and Leng Ye as he shouted loudly. Lie Teng looked up, and was surprised to find that this middle-aged man was actually the powerful expert who had helped him out of a difficult situation in the ancient forbidden land. Lie Teng remembered that back then, he had called Jian Fengzi his junior brother, and should be either the Second Elder or Great Elder of the Wan Jian Sect.

  "Second Elder, I'm sure," Leng Ye said loudly, his gaze finally shifting to Lie Teng, a sly smile spreading across the corners of his mouth.

  Lie Teng looked at the middle-aged man and said: "I'm determined to fight him to the death"

  A man in Confucian robes stared at Lie Teng with both eyes, revealing a look of astonishment. After a long time, he pinched a hand seal with both hands, and a light screen was emitted from his hands, rapidly expanding to cover the entire battlefield. The middle-aged man in Confucian robes shouted loudly: "The final battle begins!" and then disappeared into thin air.

  At the moment when the Second Elder shouted "Start", a fiery red light appeared beside Leng Ye, breaking through the air and rushing towards Lie Teng. Leng Ye held a golden spirit sword in his hand, like an arrow leaving the string, rapidly advancing towards Lie Teng. In mid-air, he made a sudden leap, and with one sword stroke, struck down at Lie Teng in front of him. A deafening explosion echoed through space, as a massive sword blade several meters long descended from the air, Leng Ye's attack was smooth and flowing like clouds and water, incredibly swift, aiming to kill Lie Teng instantly.

  Lieteng stood still, staring at the approaching Lengye, his eyes icy cold. The disciples below him burst into laughter, some even thinking that Lieteng was waiting for death. But what happened next left all the disciples stunned on the spot.

  Only a huge shield, three feet high and wide, suddenly appeared in front of Lie Teng, the fierce flames that were about to hit him directly slammed into the giant shield, but it only made the shield retreat a few inches. At the moment when Leng Ye's sword was about to fall from the sky, countless black lights suddenly emerged in the space, and when they saw clearly that these countless black dots were actually hundreds of small black swords, all the disciples were shocked beyond measure.

  Almost imagining Lie Teng's body being split in two by his own sword, Leng Ye felt a fatal threat looming over him. His pupils contracted, and in his line of sight, the dark purple-black small sword with black edges was pointing directly at him. Leng Ye took a cold breath.

  The defenseless Cold Night was directly surrounded by the Illusory Sword, but Cold Night was indeed one of the few geniuses of the Wan Jian Sect. In an instant, he reacted and let out a low growl. The brocade clothes on his body burst forth with a faint light, forming a halo that enveloped him. A dark black battle armor spread from his body, covering Cold Night's body in an extremely stern manner.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Lie Teng summoned a total of three hundred illusory swords this time, which instantly bombarded Leng Ye. Although there was a light screen covering him, the power of the three hundred illusory swords instantly destroyed the light and struck against his dark war armor.

  "Boom!" The brocade clothes worn were instantly torn to shreds, revealing the black armor underneath. The three hundred phantom swords didn't stop for a moment, crazily striking at Leng Ye. Everything happened in an instant, and the battle on the dueling stage shocked everyone. Huo Jianzi's face was stern as he stood up, his eyes fixed intently on Lie Teng.

  "How is this possible? Where did those hundreds of small swords come from?"

  "Could it be... the Clear Void Sword Sect's Phantom Swords? But with his cultivation, how could he summon nearly three hundred Phantom Swords? And their power is actually this terrifying?"

  In an instant, the disciples of the vast empty courtyard awakened from their shock and burst into a earth-shaking discussion.

  Lie Teng gazed at Leng Ye, who was withstanding the impact of the Illusory Sword, his eyes slightly cold. The Nine-Union Mystical Swords flew out from the storage ring, shooting towards Leng Ye. In Lie Teng's mind, a sword array was running, and these nine mystical swords emitted a humming sound, instantly transforming into black lights that crazily darted around Leng Ye as their center.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Leng Ye's body continuously retreated, although the black armor covered him, but the Nine Harmony Xuan Sword and the Illusory Sword struck the black armor like a stormy rain. In less than three breaths, the black armor was already on the verge of shattering. Immersed in shock, Leng Ye felt a mortal threat, his mind went blank, and suddenly, his expression turned ferocious. A sense of humiliation and anger, unwillingness emerged from his heart. He had originally planned to kill Lie Teng within three breaths, but now the situation had reversed, how could he not be angry?

  Lie Teng's strength was beyond his imagination, he had thought a thousand times and never thought that Lie Teng would be so strong. At this time, facing the crisis of life and death, Leng Ye took out the golden sword that he originally thought would not be used, the golden sword containing the fire sword and the sword energy.

  "Die!" A cold night's angry roar.

  "Boom!!" A terrifying and sharp aura burst forth from Leng Ye's side, and a huge vortex suddenly appeared beside him. A dazzling golden light suddenly emerged from the vortex, and the dazzling golden light instantly pierced the eyes of the disciples below who were immersed in shock. The nine elders standing on the stone steps stood up, and the second elder's face turned pale with anger, glaring at Huo Jianzi and shouting: "Huo Jianzi!! Do you know that you have violated the mountain-opening ancestor's rules?"

  Huojianzi's face was as cold as ice, and all of this had exceeded his expectations. He hadn't expected Lie Teng's attack to be like a sudden storm that would instantly put Leng Ye in a life-or-death crisis. Only when he saw the giant vortex appear did Huojianzi let out a sigh of relief. As for Er Lao's words, Huojianzi completely ignored them.

  A gigantic vortex emerged with a golden mang condensing into a massive golden sword, directly piercing through the air and charging towards Lie Teng. Lie Teng's expression drastically changed as he almost sensed the presence of death. He hastily recalled his Nine Harmony Mystic Sword and gazed at the golden sword aura. His face sank like water. This power didn't belong to any Cultivator who had formed their Core, nor could it be emitted by even a strong Nascent Soul cultivator. Thinking back to the red-robed elder, Lie Teng speculated something and his heart was filled with rage. He couldn't believe that a Void Shattering Strong would intervene in this decisive battle! For an instant, Lie Teng's mind was clouded by anger. His right hand flashed like lightning as he grasped the Eight Desolations Seal, letting out a furious roar. He then struck out with his palm against the incoming golden massive sword!!

  A gigantic black palm over forty feet tall burst forth from Lie Tian's right hand and pushed directly towards the enormous golden giant sword.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!!" The battlefield was enveloped in a golden black aura.

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