In the spectator stands, everyone looked at each other.

"This Han Yuan... is quite open-minded."

"When this person fights, it’s mostly like this, clear in victory and defeat, not dragging things out."

"If this person were in Peak condition, not to mention defeating Song Yan, he could probably make him suffer a bit."

Song Yan watched Han Yuan leave, his heart filled with emotion.

In the Cultivation World, people with such broad minds and open Heart-Natures like Han Yuan are actually not common.

However, what he said was absolutely correct: the strong gain respect, while the weak can only fear. This is the iron rule of the Cultivation World.

To gain the respect and fear of others, one must become strong.

And both he and Song Yan were, step by step, moving towards that position of "the strong."

Soon, two more rounds of decisive battles concluded.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the final list for the last round of decisive battles finally appeared.

"Central platform, Number Nine Li Yi, against, Number Seventeen Song Yan."

"..."

The Elder in charge had only announced the first match, and the surrounding Cultivators in the stands were already in an uproar.

"It’s finally here! Li Yi against Song Yan!"

"This battle will probably be the Peak battle of the decisive day!"

At this point in the scores, neither Song Yan nor Li Yi had suffered a defeat, both with nine wins.

Their scores were identical, eighteen points, both ranking first.

Even Yuwen Yao, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, grabbed her wine pot, and took a deep gulp: "Finally, I’ve waited for it!"

In the waiting area, Xiang Zhaoling dangled her legs, smiling as she asked Sun Zhengfu beside her: "Senior Brother Sun, who do you think will win?"

Sun Zhengfu’s complexion was still a bit pale, but he forced himself to be energetic: "Senior Brother Li Yi’s halberd techniques are powerful, but Junior Brother Song’s Flying Sword is equally sharp."

Xiang Zhaoling was a little speechless: "Isn’t that just stating the obvious..."

"Uh..."

Stepping onto the platform, Song Yan saw that Li Yi was already standing at the other end.

Li Yi had clearly been waiting for this battle for a very long time, yet as the fight approached, his mood became unusually calm.

He held his black-red halberd upside down, its blade resting on the ground, as the two stood facing each other.

"Junior Brother Song," Li Yi grinned, his Battle Intent burning like a raging fire, "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

The Elder in charge no longer delayed, announcing loudly: "Begin."

As soon as his voice fell, Li Yi swung his halberd horizontally and stomped hard on the ground!

Boom—

The Sword Debate Platform trembled, and an indescribable Aura suddenly erupted from him. Black-red Spiritual Qi began to surge on the halberd.

Faint red lightning arcs flickered around his body.

"Zhao Xijing!"

Black-red Spiritual Qi and wisps of lightning arcs condensed above Li Yi’s head behind him.

Transforming into a crimson full moon phantom, it flashed and disappeared in an instant!

With his Insightful Void Sword Eye activated, Song Yan could see the flow of Spiritual Qi on the halberd, but he couldn’t see through that strange Aura or where the lightning arcs came from.

"What exactly is this..."

He only felt Li Yi’s Aura suddenly become fierce. This feeling was somewhat familiar to Song Yan.

It was a bit like... his Sword Intent.

"Junior Brother Song..."

"Take! This!"

Li Yi stomped his feet again, his figure pouncing like a fierce tiger, and the halberd swept out violently.

Song Yan dared not be negligent. He activated Lingyun Intent, his figure flickering. At the same time, he made a sword gesture, and Sleeve Green Snake burst forth instantly!

Vast Sword Qi, like a coiling snake, twisted and clashed head-on with the halberd.

Clang!

Amidst the clang of metal, the Sword Qi dispersed, yet the halberd’s momentum remained undiminished!

Unmoored Boat shot out suddenly, its black and white sword light heading straight for Li Yi’s face. This sword light seemed slow but was actually fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye, forcing him to retract his halberd.

But Li Yi laughed heartily, his halberd blade spinning and clashing with Unmoored Boat.

Bang!

He used the force to leap backward. As soon as his toes touched the ground, the halberd’s momentum suddenly surged again, its speed several times faster than before.

The halberd, along with Li Yi himself, transformed into a black-red arc of light, like a coiling Dragon encircling a city, attacking him head-on.

"Rao Longcheng!"

The speed of this battle technique was simply too fast, making it impossible for Lingyun Intent to dodge.

Song Yan could only use Sword Qi to protect his body, holding Unmoored Boat horizontally in front of him, and took a halberd strike head-on.

Clang—

He was forced back several steps, and a metallic sweetness began to rise in his throat.

So fierce.

In the Elder’s section, Daoist Lijun looked at Song Yan, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "He clearly comprehended Sword Intent, yet he still doesn’t know how to use it? How strange."

Song Yan on the stage did not hesitate. Green Snake Sword Qi covered Unmoored Boat, which he swung upwards with great speed.

Severing Tide!

The power of Severing Tide was incredibly terrifying, yet to Song Yan’s astonishment, Li Yi showed no intention of dodging at all!

The black-red Spiritual Qi around his body surged back, protecting the halberd.

He held it horizontally across his chest.

"He’s going to take it head-on?!"

Song Yan’s pupils constricted slightly, feeling it was inconceivable.

The Sword Qi, like splashed ink, rapidly slashed upwards, colliding with Li Yi’s halberd.

Boom—

The powerful impact from the halberd sent Li Yi’s body uncontrollably flying into the air.

However, a fanatical smile hung on his lips.

This is it... this is the kind of battle!

How... exhilarating!!!

The Sword Qi dissipated, and Li Yi was still in the air. Song Yan made a sword gesture, and eighteen sword shadows, imbued with the Spiritual Intent of wind and thunder, circled around him.

Li Yi, however, paid no attention. He slowly rotated the halberd he had held across his chest, pointing its blade towards the ground.

At the same time, a roar filled with Battle Intent echoed throughout the arena.

The black-red Spiritual Qi around his entire body erupted again, and that figure rapidly fell.

"Ji Guanshan!"

Boom!!!

A massive explosion resounded from the Sword Debate Platform. The wind and smoke quickly dispersed, and the scene in the arena left everyone stunned.

The Sword Debate Platform was now covered in countless cracks.

And at the very center of these cracks was the halberd in Li Yi’s hand.

All the white sword shadows around Song Yan had been shattered by this violent Spiritual Qi.

At this moment, his Aura was finally fully revealed!

"..."

Song Yan stared blankly at the young man opposite him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In the face of such overwhelming Aura.

No matter who stood here, they would feel the urge to retreat.

An uneasy feeling of impending defeat at this person’s hands slowly arose... No!

"That Aura, it’s clearly somewhat similar to my Sword Intent, and not even more complete than Sword Intent, but why can it make him so strong..."

Li Yi raised his halberd high and brought it down with a thunderous strike.

This halberd strike was as heavy as a thousand jun. Before it even landed, the pressure of the red-black spiritual light had already caused the stone platform beneath Song Yan’s feet to crack.

"..."

Song Yan pointed his sword continuously, holding Unmoored Boat horizontally across his chest, and its black and white spiritual light shone brightly.

At the same time, beneath the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion, all the Sword Qi surged out.

Dense, countless white sword shadows, accompanied by bursts of wind and thunder, swiftly circulated above the entire Sword Debate Platform.

"Am I seeing this correctly..."

In the spectator stands, Senior Brother Kong You looked at the sky full of sword shadows, his face filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Thirty-six sword shadows!"

A full thirty-six sword shadows emerged from the sword box behind him, whistling across the entire central Sword Debate Platform.

Simultaneously controlling thirty-six sword shadows.

This was the current limit of Song Yan’s Divine Sense.