Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2210 You're too arrogant!

"He lost... Xu Ziqian ultimately lost."

"What a pity... He was only at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm after all, otherwise the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain."

"Defeated but still honorable. With his peak Tai Cang Realm cultivation, he withstood so many of Man Shan's attacks, and in the end, he even forced Man Shan to go all out. This fighting strength and this will are enough to earn everyone's respect."

"He has done everything he could, defeating two half-step Heavenly Monarchs in succession, breaking into the top 162, and fighting hard to get here today... Xu Ziqian deserves the title of a prodigy."

"Alas... in the end, I was still defeated by the level of cultivation. If we were of equal cultivation..."

Countless gazes were focused on the figure lying in a pool of blood, filled with complex emotions.

There is regret, admiration for their indomitable fighting spirit, and sighs at the cruel reality.

The miracle did not happen again. That dazzling yet tragic crimson axe light became Xu Ziqian's final moment in this Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects.

The Dan Chen Sect's headquarters was completely silent.

With tears streaming down her face, Liu Ruxu rushed towards the entrance of the martial arts arena the instant the verdict was announced.

The sect elder flashed into the arena and began treating Xu Ziqian. Chen Fei watched silently, while Feng Butong's eyes were lowered, lost in thought.

Xu Ziqian's fall was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in many people's hearts for a comeback against the Tai Cang Realm.

That devastating final blow, while earning countless admirations and regrets, also clearly demonstrated a cruel reality: even a peak Tai Cang Realm expert with the potential to defy the odds will eventually reach their limit in the face of a fully-fledged half-step Heavenly Monarch elite.

As Xu Ziqian was led away from the training ground, countless gazes instinctively turned in another direction: the viewing area of ​​the C-shaped arena where Chen Fei was located.

At this very moment, in the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects, the only remaining peak Tai Cang Realm expert is Chen Fei from the Dan Chen Sect.

Xu Ziqian's defeat cast a deep shadow over Chen Fei's future.

This prodigy, who also created a feat of defying the odds, will he follow in Xu Ziqian's footsteps and fade away in front of the real strongmen in the face of even more brutal competition, or will he be able to continue his undefeated myth, create new miracles, and truly break through that seemingly unbreakable barrier of realm?

"Chen Fei...can he do it?"

"His Dao Domain is indeed strange, but aren't Xu Ziqian's Breaking Army and will strong? In the end, he was still defeated in the face of absolute power and the gap in understanding of the Great Dao."

"Apart from Cheng Yingjue, Chen Fei's previous victories were all at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm, so their achievements are actually less impressive than Xu Ziqian's. Moreover, his victories were too easy, which made it difficult for people to figure out his strength. Perhaps, his limit has been reached."

"Not necessarily. I always felt that Chen Fei's Dao Domain hadn't been used to its full potential. Moreover, he's much calmer than Xu Ziqian, and his fighting style is more varied. He might still have a chance."

"Let's see who his next opponent is. If he's lucky and draws a relatively ordinary half-step Heavenly Monarch, he might be able to advance further. But if he draws someone at Zhan Wuji's level..."

"Shh, look, the second round is about to begin."

The first round of fierce battles has come to an end today. Each match involved hundreds of moves, and while some were able to decisively defeat their opponents, there were not many left.

The half-step Celestial Lords displayed their supernatural powers, their Dao domains clashing and their Dharma forms manifesting their might, dazzling the onlookers and leaving them thoroughly entertained. But in everyone's heart, more or less, they were thinking about the only remaining survivor of the Tai Cang Realm.

Time passed slowly amidst the intense competition and the clamor of the audience. The list of opponents for the second round was also updated on the screen, with tense eyes searching for Chen Fei's name.

One match, two matches, three matches... other matches began and ended one after another.

Chen Fei's name, however, has yet to appear.

The spectators began to get restless, and discussions started again.

"Why hasn't Chen Fei played yet? Did he get a bye?"

"There was no bye, they just haven't played yet."

"Could it be... the grand finale?"

Just as various speculations were arising, the match information for the next game finally slowly appeared on the screen. The appearance of these two names instantly caused the already noisy spectator area to erupt in exclamations and uproars far more intense than any previous match.

Game C, Round 2, Game 7:

Chen Fei of Danchen Sect faces off against Xu Zhaojie of Yuhua Sect.

"Xu Zhaojie?"

When this name appeared alongside Chen Fei on the screen, Cao Feiyu felt a buzzing in her mind.

She had almost blind faith in Chen Fei. Since they met, Chen Fei had created one miracle after another. No matter what difficulties he faced, he always seemed to find a way to break through and become stronger in ways she could hardly understand.

She believed that Chen Fei's abilities were far greater than what he had shown so far.

However, Xu Ziqian's crushing defeat struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Isn't Xu Ziqian strong?

Even so, when facing Man Shan, who was in perfect condition and had a deeper understanding of the Great Dao, he still fought valiantly but was defeated and burned to ashes.

This stark reality told her that the gap in their levels of understanding was real and could not be completely bridged by willpower or any special means alone.

No matter how strong Chen Fei is, he is only at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm, while Xu Zhaojie has long been recognized as a prodigy capable of competing for the top thirty.

They are among the most elite of the half-step Heavenly Lords.

Chen Fei felt the pressure and coldness on his arm, turned to look at Cao Feiyu, and his bright eyes were filled with undisguised worry.

She was afraid, afraid that Chen Fei would be like Xu Ziqian, recklessly pursuing victory, ultimately suffering severe injuries and dying, or even...

Just then, the golden light that enveloped the Bingzi field fell and captured Chen Fei's figure within it.

The crowds that were originally scattered across the nine training grounds began to converge frantically towards the Bing-character field, as if summoned by an invisible force.

Xu Ziqian had just fallen when Chen Fei, the only remaining survivor of the Tai Cang Realm, encountered the monstrous Xu Zhaojie.

This dramatic confrontation instantly ignited everyone's curiosity and anticipation.

They wanted to know whether Chen Fei, this last anomaly, would be completely extinguished in front of this top genius, or whether he could continue to burn brightly.

Inside the Bingzi Martial Arts Arena, just as Chen Fei's figure solidified, the space opposite him rippled, and a figure slowly emerged.

He was a young man dressed in a wide, moon-white scholar's robe and holding a pure white feather fan.

The young man had a handsome face, with a faint, serene smile on his lips. He possessed an otherworldly air, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth.

He simply stood there, and subtle spatial ripples emanated from his body, blending seamlessly with the surrounding天地虚空 (heaven and earth void), giving one the feeling that he might disappear into the void at any moment.

It was Xu Zhaojie, the disciple of the Feathered Ascension Sect, who was known as the Void Prince.

"The Void Dao Scripture of the Feather Transformation Sect has been truly passed down, and their Void Techniques are so masterful that they are impossible to defend against."

"It's over, Chen Fei is really finished now. Xu Zhaojie is not comparable to Cheng Yingjue, who is only half a step into the Heavenly Monarch realm. His mastery of the Great Dao of Space is said to have touched the threshold of the Heavenly Monarch realm, and he can briefly draw upon the power of the deep void. Among those of the same level, there are very few who can reliably defeat him."

"Chen Fei's luck with the lot... is incredible. It's either very good, or it'll reach the level of Xu Zhaojie."

"It seems that the myth of the peak of the Tai Cang Realm is about to come to a complete end after this battle."

Xu Zhaojie's appearance instantly sparked heated discussions among the audience.

Countless eyes were focused on Chen Fei.

To most people, the suspense of this duel vanished the moment Xu Zhaojie's name appeared. All that remained was how long Chen Fei could hold out, and how Xu Zhaojie would end this journey of defying the heavens.

Feng Butong also arrived at the viewing platform of the C-class arena at some point, standing not far from Cao Feiyu, calmly watching the arena.

Upon seeing Xu Zhaojie, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. He was well aware of Xu Zhaojie's strength; even he himself wouldn't dare say he had much confidence in defeating her.

Can Chen Fei... do it?

Inside the training ground, Xu Zhaojie's gaze fell on Chen Fei, a faint curiosity and scrutiny flashing in his eyes that could see through the void.

He waved the white feather fan in his hand, his voice clear and melodious, carrying a sense of superior leisure:

"Chen Fei of Danchen Sect, I know you. In the past few days, your name has probably been mentioned in my ears no less than five times."

He spoke calmly, stating a fact unrelated to himself, "To have reached this point with the strength of the Tai Cang Realm, your talent is indeed astonishing. Especially that Dao Domain, its design is ingenious and its power is decent, more than enough to deal with mediocre people."

Xu Zhaojie paused, gently waving his feather fan, the smile on his lips deepening:

"However, that's all. In the end, the Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects is all about strength. Taking shortcuts might bring temporary gains, but when faced with true powerhouses, they are like sandcastles caught in a tide, collapsing in an instant."

These words, spoken calmly, carried a deep-seated arrogance and certainty. Chen Fei's defeat seemed inevitable.

Faced with Xu Zhaojie's words, Chen Fei showed neither anger at being slighted nor the solemnity of facing a powerful enemy.

Then, under the spotlight of Xu Zhao and the gaze of everyone in the audience, a very faint smile slowly appeared on Chen Fei's lips.

The half-step Heavenly Lord he faced in the last battle said something similar to Chen Fei.

This is arrogance, the arrogance of having a superior level of understanding.

Then, amidst countless astonished gazes, Chen Fei slowly raised his right hand and beckoned to Xu Zhaojie, the ethereal Void Prince, in front of him.

"hiss!"

"What...what did he do?"

"Hooking hands? Chen Fei is hooking hands with Xu Zhaojie?"

"My Dao Ancestor, has he gone mad? Doesn't he know who Xu Zhaojie is?"

"This is a blatant provocation."

"He did this to Cheng Yingjue the day before yesterday, and today he did it to Xu Zhaojie as well..."

"But can that be the same? Can Cheng Yingjue compare to Xu Zhaojie? If Xu Zhaojie gets angry and goes all out, she might accidentally cripple Chen Fei or even... Dan Chen Sect probably wouldn't have anything to say. After all, it's a competition arena, and swords have no eyes."

"It's over, Chen Fei has really angered Xu Zhaojie this time. He might have been able to gracefully admit defeat, but now..."

"Young man, you're too hot-blooded!"

Chen Fei's sudden hooking motion was like pouring a ladle of ice water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing an uproar in the entire viewing area of ​​the C-shaped arena.

Exclamations, gasps of shock, and incredulous murmurs swept across the area like a tsunami.

No one expected that, facing Xu Zhaojie, a recognized top expert, Chen Fei not only did not show the slightest fear or solemnity, but instead made such a provocative move.

This is no longer confidence; in the eyes of others, it's downright arrogance.

Cao Feiyu's heart clenched. She knew Chen Fei was calm and composed, not a reckless person, but this action... was just too much to be hated.

She could even feel that the originally leisurely spatial fluctuations around Xu Zhaojie instantly became stagnant and cold, and a chilling aura spread out.

Feng Butong's gaze sharpened, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The calm smile on Xu Zhaojie's face froze completely the moment Chen Fei beckoned to him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them, and the white feather fan in his hand stopped waving.

"Good, very good!" Xu Zhaojie's voice was no longer clear and melodious; every word was squeezed out from between her teeth.

"It has been a long time since anyone has dared to be so presumptuous in front of me."

He slowly raised the feather fan in his hand, the tip of the fan pointing at Chen Fei, his voice chilling: "Since you are so eager to experience despair, then I will grant your wish."

The moment the words fell, the space around Xu Zhaojie violently distorted, and a vast, all-consuming sense of emptiness and annihilation erupted.

The terrifying pressure of the half-step Heavenly Monarch was released without reservation, merging with his profound understanding of the Great Dao of Space to form an invisible domain that enveloped most of the training ground.

"The competition begins!"

Almost the instant the word "begin" was uttered, Xu Zhaojie casually fanned Chen Fei, who was dozens of miles away, with the feather fan in her hand.

"Snap! Snap!"

The space within a radius of dozens of miles around Chen Fei was instantly covered with countless crisscrossing cracks, like shattered glass. Then, these spatial cracks suddenly collapsed and shattered inward.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar like the world collapsing, the space around Chen Fei completely collapsed, forming a terrifying black hole with a diameter of over twenty miles.

Inside the black hole, there is not pure darkness, but endless turbulent energy currents emanating an aura of destruction and chaos, like boiling magma, surging and tearing wildly, annihilating everything within its range.

Void Turbulence!

A cultivator at the Tai Cang Realm can shatter space with a single, all-out attack, revealing a relatively stable shallow layer of void behind them.

But beyond the shallow void lies a void turbulence that is infinitely more dangerous, filled with chaotic spacetime fragments, violent annihilation energy, and all sorts of unknown perils.

Ordinary cultivators, even those at the half-step Heavenly Monarch level, would never dare to venture into this place unless absolutely necessary or possessing special means.

At this moment, Xu Zhaojie's seemingly casual gesture shattered the spatial barrier where Chen Fei was, forcibly drawing in and manifesting the terrifying void turbulence within the training ground, intending to completely engulf and tear Chen Fei apart.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Feathered Ascension Sect's Void Dao Scripture: with every gesture, it can shatter the void and draw in turbulent currents to kill enemies.

It's impossible to guard against, and there's no way to avoid it. (End of Chapter)