Chapter 208 - 122: Zhang Su Takes the Stage, an Embracing Pill Cultivator, Stunning Everyone

Zhou Peng pondered for a moment before speaking.

He glanced at Bai Xuan, then at Mo Tingzhu.

He could see Bai Xuan’s talent. Her fundamentals were good, and her foundation was solid. Joining the Guiyuan Sect’s Outer Sect would be no problem.

But the question was, would Mo Tingzhu be willing to let her go?

He had raised Bai Xuan since she was a child. Though they were master and disciple, their relationship was more like that of a father and daughter.

"Xuan’er is a child I found and raised. If she enters the Guiyuan Sect, does that mean she’ll disown me as her master? I will still be her master!"

Mo Tingzhu’s words startled Bai Xuan.

’That’s right. I’m just joining the Guiyuan Sect. Master will still be my master.’

As for whether she truly wanted to enter the Guiyuan Sect deep down?

When she saw the majestic bearing of the Three Sects’ Disciples, how could she not?

She had watched those Guiyuan Sect disciples in their cyan robes with longswords hanging from their waists, and she was actually quite envious.

She had just never dared to say it out loud.

"Alright. Once the Three Sects’ Exchange is over, I’ll pay a visit to the Outer Sect hall."

Zhou Peng agreed.

He patted Mo Tingzhu’s shoulder and revealed a slight smile.

"Then I’ll have to trouble you, Brother Zhou."

Mo Tingzhu also let out a sigh of relief.

For a moment, Mo Tingzhu seemed to feel less sad about not having won his first match in the tournament.

With a path secured for Bai Xuan’s future, a great weight was lifted from his heart.

’If my own Martial Dao path has come to a dead end, then I’ll let my disciple walk it.’

’This can be considered a form of legacy too!’

Then came the second match, the third, the fourth...

The individual tournament continued.

Xie Guanchao was eliminated in the third round.

His opponent was a Huajin disciple from Medicine Valley, whose Swordsmanship was exquisite and Body Technique was swift.

Although Xie Guanchao’s Body Technique was good, his attacks lacked power. His opponent seized an opportunity, stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword, and won the match.

Only Zhou Peng was still holding on.

Zhou Peng had a chance of making it into the top three.

His Seven Extremes Saber Technique was truly formidable, and he defeated several opponents in a row.

He won every match cleanly, giving his opponents little chance.

In the stands, the cheers of the Guiyuan Sect disciples rose and fell in waves.

Although Zhou Peng wasn’t the strongest Huajin Martial Artist in the Guiyuan Sect, he was still a top contender from the Sect Leader’s lineage.

However, Zhou Peng ran into Han Guiyi.

Han Guiyi wore cyan robes, a long saber hanging from his waist. His expression was stern, his gaze steady.

As he walked onto the arena, his steps were unhurried, and his entire being exuded an air of composure.

Xie Guanchao shook his head and said, "How did he end up against Senior Brother Han? It’s over..."

He sighed, a look of resignation on his face.

Although Zhou Peng’s strength was considerable, there was still a gap between him and Han Guiyi.

Han Guiyi was the number one Huajin expert in the Guiyuan Sect’s Inner Sect. No one disputed this fact.

Zhang Su naturally knew of Han Guiyi as well.

Back then, Han Guiyi had been the top Huajin expert of the Guiyuan Sect in Hengshan County.

He was just injured by Dugu Jian and spent a long time recuperating.

Now, Han Guiyi had clearly made a full recovery.

He stood on the arena, his expression placid.

The long saber at his waist was still sheathed, but a sharp aura was already emanating from him.

Below the Pill Force realm, there weren’t many who could decisively defeat Han Guiyi.

Only Dugu Jian and Zhang Su from back then could have bested him.

Even Sikong Shuang of the Five Elements Sect had been no match for Han Guiyi.

Zhou Peng’s Seven Extremes Saber was indeed powerful, but against Han Guiyi, he was likely to lose.

Both were Martial Artists who used sabers.

Zhou Peng clearly had to give it his all.

He walked onto the arena and cupped his fists at Han Guiyi.

Han Guiyi returned the gesture.

The two looked at each other, neither speaking a word.

This battle garnered a great deal of attention.

Zhou Peng pushed his Seven Extremes Saber to its absolute limit.

His Saber Technique was fierce, each slash accompanied by the whistling of the wind.

The flashing saber light wove an impenetrable net across the arena.

But Han Guiyi appeared completely composed.

His Saber Technique was unhurried, each strike perfectly placed to block Zhou Peng’s attacks.

Saber clashed against saber, producing crisp ringing sounds as sparks flew.

Zhou Peng launched dozens of furious strikes, but Han Guiyi steadily parried them all.

His defense was like a wall that Zhou Peng simply could not break through.

Zhou Peng’s attacks grew faster and his Saber Technique more ferocious.

But his Inner Strength consumption was also immense.

Yet Han Guiyi remained as composed as ever.

He spotted a flaw in Zhou Peng’s form and slashed out with his saber.

The strike was fast and fierce. Zhou Peng didn’t have time to block and could only dodge to the side.

But Han Guiyi’s blade followed closely, forcing Zhou Peng to retreat again and again.

Zhou Peng gritted his teeth and unleashed the killing move of his Seven Extremes Saber.

This was his trump card—incredibly powerful, but also incredibly draining.

The sharp blade aimed straight for Han Guiyi’s chest.

Han Guiyi’s gaze hardened, and the long saber in his hand quivered.

CLANG! With a loud crash, the two sabers collided.

Zhou Peng’s arm shook violently. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger went numb, and he nearly lost his grip on his saber.

But Han Guiyi’s saber remained steady in mid-air.

He stopped the tip of his blade three inches from Zhou Peng’s throat, not pressing forward.

Zhou Peng froze.

He looked at Han Guiyi, then at the saber in his own hand.

Then he sheathed his saber and cupped his fists.

"Senior Brother Han, I have lost."

His voice was calm, with no trace of unwillingness or dejection.

He was utterly convinced of his defeat.

It was a pity. Zhou Peng’s Seven Extremes Saber had ultimately failed to give birth to Divine Intent.

Just the Seven Extremes Saber at the Perfection realm was still no match for Han Guiyi.

In the end, Zhou Peng was defeated.

He was just one step away from the top three.

Zhou Peng stepped down from the arena.

Xie Guanchao and Mo Tingzhu both went up to console him. "Brother Zhou, you’ve already proven your strength. You were just a little short."