Yuwen Yao stood frozen in place, gazing at the azure spiritual energy dissipating with the wind.

Her palms remained in a pushing posture, but her fingers unconsciously trembled slightly.

"..."

Staring at the golden Sword Qi that had not yet fully dispersed from Song Yan’s fingertip, it took her a moment to regain her senses.

"I..."

She slowly raised her hand, signaling the Elder in charge.

"I lost."

What was that just now?

She clearly felt a sense of deathly oppression.

She had believed that no Cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm could withstand that move directly, and she hadn’t even condensed a protective spiritual garment.

If Song Yan hadn’t deliberately shifted that strike slightly, she might have died there.

The Elder in charge also recovered from the overwhelming power of their battle, which far surpassed their respective Realms, and deeply gazed at the young man carrying the sword box.

"Central Platform, Number 17, Song Yan wins."

The match ended, but Yuwen Yao didn’t immediately descend the platform; instead, she unfastened a flask from her waist, tilted her head back for a drink, and then tossed it to Song Yan: "Catch."

"That last move was originally reserved for Li Yi; I didn’t expect it to be ineffective against you."

Yuwen Yao sighed softly, the flask arcing through the air.

"We met through battle. If there’s an opportunity in the future, I’ll come to seek guidance again."

Song Yan caught it. Remembering Xiao He’s instructions, he hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave Face, taking a sip.

However, he didn’t drink directly from the mouth of the flask; he was more particular, as she would still need to drink from it.

After drinking, he used his spiritual power to remotely return it to her.

"Wipe Sword Peak, Earth Character Two-One, always ready to welcome you."

As the Elder in charge announced the victory, the surroundings erupted in an uproar.

In the Elder’s seating area, Yu Tian, the Peak Master of Ling Quan Peak, watched the young Disciple with interest. He had some impression of Song Yan.

Previously, when he went to Changping, he brought a group of Disciples along, and this Disciple was among them.

He later heard that it was this person who forced the swift conclusion of many incidents throughout Changping.

However, he had never had the chance to properly witness the demeanor of such a young talent.

"Seeing him today, the younger generation is truly formidable."

Daoist Lijun also looked at the young man who was leaving the stage, deep in thought.

A Realm of Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level, with his Lifebound Flying Sword just formed, meaning he already had his own Dao of the Sword.

Hmm, it’s not too late, is it?

His strongest method right now was probably the True Essence of the Dao of the Sword.

That girl Yuwen lost fairly.

Li Qingfeng and Gu Qingqing sat in the eastern spectator seats, now overjoyed.

"He won! Senior Brother Song won!"

Qingqing was dancing with excitement.

Li Qingfeng looked at her, his expression odd: "Qingqing, whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Hehehe, whoever wins, I’m on their side."

Actually, that wasn’t true.

Senior Sister Yuwen Yao always teased her, so Senior Brother Song winning was a great thing.

But if Senior Sister Yuwen Yao won, she might become even more relentless.

So, it was quite clear she was on Senior Brother Song’s side.

Where there was joy, there was also sorrow.

Aside from the Elder seats prepared for the various Peak Masters and the Sect Master, there were also Elder seats on both sides.

Xu Ziqing, Zhang Guangyuan, Qin Xijun, and other ordinary Elders sat here.

Yang Wenxuan appeared calm, but his eyes held hidden killing intent.

For him.

Those who could not become friends could eventually become opponents.

Opponents must be eliminated as early as possible.

Especially such a talented Disciple.

All failures or destructions were caused by the parties involved not being decisive enough, not having enough courage.

A Disciple with some talent was nothing.

Only by drastically changing the Cave Abyss Sect’s complacent style could the Cave Abyss Sect’s immortal Dao flourish and reach its Peak.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The decisive battles continued.

Perhaps because Song Yan and Yuwen Yao’s brilliant match had set a high bar, in the eyes of many Cultivator spectators, what were originally exciting duels now seemed somewhat dull.

After one round of decisive battles, there were various wins and losses.

The five winners were Li Yi, Song Yan, Xiang Zhaoling, Han Yuan, and Lin Qing.

With almost no time to rest, the second round of decisive battles quickly began.

This time, Song Yan’s opponent was Xiang Zhaoling.

"A tough battle ahead..."

He looked at Xiang Zhaoling not far away on the Sword Debate Platform, fully on guard.

"If I rely solely on the strength of those Gu, I should be able to handle it."

Of course, he needed to be careful about that ’Great Power Poop Gu’ or whatever it was called.

"Will she summon those venomous insects and beasts?"

Insightful Void Sword Eye was activated, and Lingyun Intent was also fully operational.

"If I go all out, it’s not impossible to fight."

He didn’t consider how he would deal with Li Yi if he went all out now.

Because, in his opinion, Xiang Zhaoling’s danger level was almost on par with Li Yi’s.

Being able to defeat either of them would be a transcendence of his former self.

Unmoored Boat and Lianli, one on the left and one on the right, were poised, staring intently at Xiang Zhaoling, awaiting the Elder in charge’s command to begin the battle.

Under the gaze of the entire audience, Xiang Zhaoling slowly raised her small hand.

Song Yan was on high alert, his sword fingers already clasped, ready to circulate his Sword Qi.

"Elder!"

Xiang Zhaoling smiled sweetly, raising her small hand high: "I concede."

"...?"

The girl’s clear voice rang out on the Sword Debate Platform.

The atmosphere, which had been tense, instantly froze.

The Sword Qi gathered at Song Yan’s fingertip paused slightly, and even the Elder in charge was stunned for a moment before reacting.

"Southeast Sword Debate Platform, Number 17, Song Yan wins!"

The spectator seats around them immediately erupted into a clamor.

"What’s going on?!"

"Why did Junior Sister Xiang just concede?"

A female Cultivator chuckled mischievously: "Could it be because Senior Brother Song is so handsome?"

"No! I bet on Junior Sister Xiang to win, twenty Spirit Stones!!!"

However, some people were seriously analyzing: "Perhaps it’s because the Sword Qi displayed by Senior Brother Song is too sharp."

"If one were to Face him, even if they managed a difficult victory, they would be too injured or exhausted to engage in subsequent decisive battles."

This explanation was largely accepted by the majority.

Below the Sword Debate Platform, Song Yan and Xiang Zhaoling both returned to the waiting area.

He asked, puzzled: "Junior Sister Xiang, what is the meaning of this?"

"Oh, good brother, it’s because I still can’t beat you, silly."

Xiang Zhaoling seemed unconcerned: "My little Gu are very troublesome to cultivate. If you kill them all with one sword, where would I go to cry?"

"But... that night outside Lingxi Market, the giant toad, the giant scorpion..."

"Those weren’t mine."

Xiang Zhaoling said, fiddling with her fingernails: "Those were all brought from Southern Xinjiang, all raised by my father."

"If I were to use those big guys for the match, it wouldn’t be my decisive battle; it would be my father’s decisive battle, and that’s just no fun."

Song Yan suddenly understood.

"...So that’s how it is."

Since that was the case, he felt somewhat relieved.

However, what Song Yan didn’t expect was that Xiang Zhaoling’s concession seemed to trigger a trend of concessions.

His next two matches were against Lin Qing and Shao Sichao.

Both of them conceded on the spot, and he didn’t even step onto the Sword Debate Platform.

Thus, a very peculiar scene emerged in this decisive battle.

Three consecutive opponents conceded, allowing Song Yan to enter a state of four consecutive victories without injury.