Chapter 909: Ten Thousand Swords Bow Their Heads

Amidst the astonished and shocked murmurs of the crowd, Li Qing's gaze, too, was drawn to the circular, transparent arena in the sky.

He saw Wan Zailai and Pei Qingshan, trapped within, already locked in combat.

Pei Qingshan showed no mercy, immediately manifesting a Verdant Wood Grotto-Heaven, intending to suppress Wan Zailai.

Wan Zailai, however, remained unfazed. His body instantly split into two, then four, then eight...

By the time the Verdant Wood Grotto-Heaven fully appeared, tens of thousands of Wan Zailai's figures had already emerged in the arena.

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

With a loud roar from Wan Zailai, his countless clones, with solemn expressions, simultaneously transformed their bodies into swords and slashed towards the Verdant Wood Grotto-Heaven.

Sword light rained down, erupting with dazzling brilliance.

Even the great sun in the sky seemed somewhat dim at that moment.

Pei Qingshan's body instantly turned to ash amidst the countless sword lights.

Before he could regenerate his body, the newly formed flesh was annihilated by the sword light again.

The sword momentum was endless, as if without end.

The Verdant Wood Grotto-Heaven also trembled incessantly under the pressure of the sword light. It was in grave danger, on the verge of complete collapse at any moment.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Pei Qingshan's panicked voice echoed across the sky.

A flash of white light appeared, and he was withdrawn from the arena.

He looked somewhat dishevelled, and his face showed a panic completely different from his previous anger.

"Thank you for yielding!" Wan Zailai sheathed his sword, and his myriad clones returned to his body.

He stood proudly in the air, looking down at the cultivators of Yilu State below, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

Pei Qingshan's defeat came so quickly, it truly surprised everyone.

Moreover, Wan Zailai's endless sword light was truly terrifying.

It left them still reeling from the intense, suffocating pressure they had just experienced.

To the extent that no one even criticized Pei Qingshan.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

"If anyone is unconvinced, step forward!"

"I, Wan Zailai, will face them with a single sword!"

The arrogant voice of the handsome young man in white echoed over Yilu City.

Compelled by his aura, no cultivator dared to step forward and challenge him for a moment.

After all, everyone was well aware of Pei Qingshan's strength; even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't have defeated him as effortlessly as Wan Zailai did.

"Perhaps only a Soul Transformation cultivator can subdue this person."

This thought flashed through the minds of all the cultivators present, as if by prior agreement.

But the Soul Transformation cultivators of Yilu State were either within the Yixin Immortal Sect or had gone to the front lines.

Even if they were present, they might not have the face to fight Wan Zailai.

A Nascent Soul cultivator fighting a Core Formation cultivator was already considered bullying.

A Soul Transformation cultivator fighting a Core Formation cultivator...

...could no longer be described as bullying. No Soul Transformation cultivator could bring themselves to engage in such a disgraceful act.

Furthermore, if they lost...

...they would likely become the laughingstock of the entire Council of Five Elders, and a stepping stone for Wan Zailai to become truly famous.

The cultivators present had various thoughts, remaining silent.

For a time, they actually allowed the young man in white to flaunt his power above them.

"It seems Yilu State truly has no one!"

Wan Zailai, in white, said disdainfully.

"Young man, it's best not to be too arrogant."

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

Instantly, it drew the gaze of all cultivators, both in the sky and on the ground.

A cultivator, equally beautiful with a feminine appearance despite being male, slowly flew into the air.

"I am Li Qing!"

He cupped his hands in a salute, then was guided by a white light into the arena.

"Oh?" Wan Zailai's eyes narrowed.

He had always been accustomed to being arrogant, and now being reprimanded by a younger-looking cultivator as if he were a junior naturally made him quite displeased.

"Early Nascent Soul stage?" A dangerous glint flashed in Wan Zailai's eyes.

"Even without using my Grotto-Heaven power, in the Core Formation realm, I could suppress you with one hand!" Who would have thought Li Qing waved his hand and said with the most arrogant tone, yet a perfectly serious expression.

At this, not only did Wan Zailai's expression change drastically, but even the Yilu State cultivators watching below erupted in an uproar.

"I thought Wan Zailai was arrogant enough. I never expected this Li Qing to be even more so!"

"This Brother Li seems unfamiliar. Is he a cultivator from our Yilu State?"

"Nonsense, why else would he step forward? Our Yilu State is vast and rich in resources; surely, this must be a talent hidden among the fields!"

The crowd buzzed with discussions.

Wan Zailai, meanwhile, let out a grim chuckle: "Very good. I can't wait to see you dismembered by myriad swords."

Before his words had even faded, he unleashed his strongest killing move.

"Myriad Sword Art!"

Just like his previous technique, tens of thousands of clones instantly appeared in the arena.

However, unlike Myriad Swords Return to Origin, this time it was no longer a simple sword slash.

Instead, each clone conjured a different sword art with their fingers.

The sky was instantly illuminated by multicolored sword glows.

The ethereal images of swords, each with a different design, appeared one after another.

Then, emitting sword cries like dragon roars, they collectively surged towards Li Qing.

The sword glows tore through space, causing endless tremors. Even the transparent arena that confined them developed fine cracks.

The Yilu State cultivators below, facing this grand and imposing scene, all widened their eyes in awe.

"So, this is Wan Zailai's true strength?"

"Too powerful! Even a Soul Transformation cultivator might suffer defeat under this technique!"

"What is Wan Zailai's origin? He's only Core Formation, yet so strong. What if he breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

At this moment, everyone present let out deep exclamations of awe.

At the same time, they all believed that the unknown cultivator Li Qing would surely be defeated by this Myriad Sword Art.

However, before they could even feel regret, they heard, amidst the endless clang of swords, Li Qing's resonant, powerful long chant rang out: "No matter your myriad sword arts..."

"Before me, you must all bow your heads!"

His voice was not particularly loud, yet it undeniably suppressed all the sword cries.

And in this flash of lightning, in the arena in the sky, a scene that left all the cultivators present dumbfounded unfolded.

It was seen that the countless sword arts, like myriad light dragons, charging towards Li Qing, just as they were about to strike Li Qing, were all forced to slow down simultaneously, and finally came to a complete halt before Li Qing, revealing countless ethereal sword images of various designs.

"Hmm?"

Li Qing's gaze swept over them.

Then, no matter how unwilling they were, under Li Qing's gaze, these countless swords all trembled slightly and lowered their tips!

"Go!"

Li Qing uttered a soft command.

The myriad sword images then turned against their master, changing direction, and surged back towards the dumbfounded, utterly incredulous Wan Zailai, who still hadn't grasped what was happening!

Just as it seemed Wan Zailai was about to be dismembered by his own ultimate technique, a flash of white light appeared, and the next moment, his figure vanished from the arena, reappearing on the ground.

But at this moment, no one paid him any attention.

The gaze of all cultivators present were entirely focused on Li Qing.