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Witnessing the inferno rage, flames collide and devour each other.

All elemental power except fire was purged.

Jiang Wang, seated in the stands, could barely contain the divine seed of a first-rank inner palace's power within him.

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At the same time, he saw two powerful fire divine abilities. His Samadhi True Fire was eager to try!

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As for his level of divine ability development, he may not be able to participate in it for the time being.

But by relying on the fire realm of birth and death, it is not impossible to contend with it. Especially in this environment where only fire can give life, the fire realm is extremely conducive to its emergence.

This is a gathering of the proud talents from across nations, where almost every moment someone could provoke his fighting spirit.

> This is great, I feel so good!

Two people engulfed in flames, visible to his unwavering gaze.

Even without cultivating the dry yang eye, with his mastery of fire walking, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make insightful observations.

In his vision, the crimson phoenix stood face to face with the scarlet lotus.

Two walls of fire clashed, evenly matched.

They devour each other, yet also offset each other.

And in that distant starlit sky, almost simultaneously, two stars ignited.

Two combatants, amidst the clash of battle, simultaneously activated the Starlit Sanctuary, standing tall in the Zhuque starfield of the south.

Stars fall like a waterfall.

Behind Sun Wei's back, the Zhuque emitted a circle of golden flames, appearing increasingly extraordinary and magical.

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Behind Yan Shaofei, the red lotus rotated with two slender silver flames at its base, like dragons or snakes.

The two people colliding made the same choice again.

Enhanced by the celestial power of the Stellar Pavilion's starlight.

Jiang Wang's heart was filled with an understanding. Perhaps it wasn't that they were so taciturn, but rather... this must be the orthodox way of the Fire Attribute Divine Ability on the higher floors.

...With the corresponding Starry Pagoda, one can assist in the development of divine powers, giving birth to divine manifestations.

Like this vermillion bird, like this red lotus.

These two people just happened to arrive at the same destination by different paths.

Then, after being promoted to the outer courtyard, one would roughly know how to continue developing the Samadhi True Fire. To cultivate the Starry Pavilion, nurture the spiritual phase, and follow this path forward is all there is to it.

The golden flame vermillion bird circled the field, continuously strengthening the power of the crimson fire sea.

Silver fire lotus also twirled, providing support to the crimson sea of flames.

Both sides' mastery of divine abilities is roughly equal, and their understanding and application of the Starlight Sacred Pavilion are also hard to distinguish.

This way of development, it's probably just the most pure collision of cultivation.

Before exhausting all their magical power and burning away all flames, no one knew who would win.

As the pride of Jing State, Zhongshan Weisun certainly wouldn't want to see such a situation. He should have won with overwhelming advantage, not by enduring hardship and comparing their foundations.

The opponent wasn't from one of the Six Great Powers, just a wandering swordsman from the State of Wei!

He has more options, why would he put the outcome in the hands of a simple clash of supernatural powers

The strong do not act for themselves.

Zhongshan Weishun's fist shot forward, and his whole body swiftly retreated.

While retreating rapidly, a single punch!

But see, the soldiers rose up like a whirlwind.

And that golden flame Vermillion Bird, with a cry to the heavens, swallowed flames into its belly, and the boundless sea of fire returned to itself.

With a flutter of its wings, it carried a long flame tail, tangling with the Dragon King's swirling army.

Black and red are intertwined, dragons and sparrows are entangled.

With Zhongshan Weishun's fist striking forward with a roar, the wind howled as it charged straight towards Yan Shaofei.

This is a killing technique that combines the divine powers, sacred towers, and military arts into one. It is one of his trump cards for competing for the top spot.

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If not now, then when

Its name, Dragon Sparrow Soldier Killer!

But at that very moment, Zhongshan Weishun heard the sound of a sword cry.

It was a faint, yet heavy whine, as if countless unspeakable memories were etched onto the blade.

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The old garden and dreams of the past are nowhere to be found.

The sea of crimson fire did not take advantage of the situation to spread. On the contrary, almost at the same time that the Golden Flame Vermillion Bird retracted its sea of fire, Yan Shaofei's red lotus業fire also returned to the silver fire red lotus.

He has the pride of a hegemon's heavenly arrogance, Yan Shaofei also has his own Wei Guo hero's pride.

He doesn't want to do it, and Yan Shaofei doesn't want to either!

So they made the same choice again.

The only difference was that he threw a punch, and Yan Shaofei drew his sword.

Yan Shaofei was dressed in ordinary clothes, the kind you'd see everywhere on the street.

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Only his sword, judging by its scabbard alone, was worth a king's ransom.

Jade thread, silver washing pattern, gold inlay phoenix, inlaid with gemstones.

Master's masterpiece, a rare treasure.

When this sword is unsheathed, it is the moment when dragons soar through the heavens and phoenixes cry out across the wilderness, like the rising sun high in the sky, possessing an unparalleled elegance.

The sword was three and a half feet long, its blade flashing like flowing light.

This sword has no guard.

Before the hilt is the blade.

Because its sharpness cannot be stopped.

This is a sword of extraordinary brilliance, a blade born to steal the light from all others.

But in Yan Shaofei's hands, it was so gentle, so mournful... such a heavy weight.

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Yan Shaofei drew his sword, pointing it at the crimson lotus.

The crimson lotus, carved like blood jade and breathtakingly beautiful, hovered lightly on the tip of the sword without a single tremor.

But it feels too heavy.

The weight of life is unbearable.

All the sins of a lifetime are contained within it, borne by this sword.

Even such a brilliant and dazzling sword, it is so cold.

This sword, it can no longer bear the weight!

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Yan Shaofei's sword, thus, held up the red lotus and sent it towards Zhongshan Weishun.

As if sending this heavy crimson lotus to that arrogant dragonbird.

Dragons and sparrows are entangled, their faces filled with anger. The red lotus has wilted, its brilliance fading away.

They collided with each other.

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Dragon Sparrow soldiers clash, swords piercing crimson lotuses.

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Direct collision.

There is no sound.

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Even the light and shadow were slow.

Petals of crimson lotus, fluttering softly downwards.

Feathers of the Vermilion Bird, one by one, swirl in the air.

The Soldier's Qi and Sword Energy dispersed in different directions.

Everything has become very slow.

...is that kind of murder of vision "slow".

Because it was difficult to keep up with the details of this terrifying scene, there was a sensory "slowness" misperception.

Until...

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The first petal of the red lotus flower fell to the ground.

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A deafening roar woke the spectators in the circular stands.

It also seemed to have "awakened" this martial arts platform.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were deafening explosions.

The broken feathers of the Suzaku and the withered petals of the red lotus exploded one after another.

The shattered sword qi madly soared, and the severed soldiers danced wildly in the air.

Flames, swirling and dancing everywhere.

That red like a flower, scarlet like blood.

In this world of flowers and blood, Yan Shaofei strides forward.

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He seemed to be walking in a flower garden, drawing his sword amongst falling blossoms, and with one thrust, the blade shot forward.

This sword burst forth with dazzling brilliance, agile, leaping, and free!

There is a kind of "standing alone at the peak, mountains high I am the summit" aura.

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Candid, natural, brilliant!

It is after removing the leaden haze that the dragon's light shines brightly.

As if it had soared after crimson lotuses, it finally beheld its true self!

Here, try my sword. A man of such skill must be full of dashing spirit.

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This man is Yan Shaofei, a wandering swordsman from Wei.

This sword is named "De Yi" and was a gift from Emperor Wei before his departure.

At that time it was said:

When all the heroes of the world see Yan De Yi, they are full of joy!cai realized that the few times he had seen Yin Guan make a move before were like mere jokes, not truly displaying his true strength.Facing such an Y Guan, even though he was already a renowned genius...