Chapter 0779 Genius of the Mystic Realm

Chapter 0779: Profound Domain's Elite

Long Shengkuang was the first to step forward and pick a lot, obtaining number seven.

There were forty-eight participants in total, meaning twenty-four matches would take place.

After him, other genius Martial Lords from the Profound Domain took turns drawing lots.

"Senior Sister Yang, are you going to fight a Martial Lord from the Profound Domain?" Qin Yun sent a voice transmission to Yang Shiyue and asked.

"Not yet. We’ll see next round!" Yang Shiyue, hearing Qin Yun's question, understood that he could control the beads.

Jian Shitian slapped the box, and the beads would drop out from a hole.

Using his mental energy combined with the Piercing Mystic Art, Qin Yun could control which lot was drawn.

When it was Yang Shiyue's turn to draw, Qin Yun paired her against a relatively weak disciple of the Long family.

Jian Ruyan's opponent was similarly weaker.

But when it was Jian Nanhu's turn, under Qin Yun's control, he drew bead number seven!

"Ha! Long Shengkuang, you’re done for!" Jian Nanhu was overjoyed, never expecting to actually draw bead number seven. He raised it high and laughed loudly at Long Shengkuang.

Jian Shitian also found it too coincidental—his grandson was already facing Long Shengkuang so soon.

The bead Qin Yun drew was number fifteen.

The other person who drew number fifteen was none other than Yu Zhenshen!

Yu Zhenshen was also thrilled, never expecting he would get to face Qin Yun!

Qin Yun wasn’t entirely clear about Long Shengkuang's strength yet, so he avoided fighting him directly for now, instead arranging for Jian Nanhu to probe him.

He believed that even if Jian Nanhu couldn’t defeat Long Shengkuang, he could still force Long Shengkuang to show his full power.

Long Shengkuang's mastery of that strange hidden energy was the most terrifying aspect.

And only Qin Yun could sense that hidden energy!

Four dueling platforms appeared in the arena, allowing four matches to take place simultaneously.

Yang Shiyue had bead number three, so she was in the first wave.

Among the first matches, there were two genius Martial Lords from the Profound Domain, facing opponents from both the Long and Jian families.

Once Yang Shiyue stepped onto the platform, her entire demeanor suddenly changed.

Originally, she had merely seemed cold, but now she erupted with killing intent, her beautiful eyes sharp with bloodlust.

She made no effort to conceal the bloodlust she exuded!

Because her opponent was a disciple of the Long family!

Back in the Nethermoon Mountains, Yang Shiyue had been injured by members of the Long family, and they had pursued her relentlessly.

She couldn’t care less about these petty tournaments, but upon learning that elite disciples of the Long family would appear, she showed up!

She participated in this competition for revenge—pure and simple. She wanted everyone to know that offending Yang Shiyue would have a dire price!

The Long Family, a powerful clan with numerous members, yet very few among them are exceptional talents.

Today, those from the Long Family who step onto the stage are all exceptionally outstanding.

In this kind of combat tournament, aside from the restriction on weapons, there are few other limitations—killing and humiliating opponents are allowed!

As long as the opponent doesn’t surrender, the attacks can continue relentlessly!

Thus, participating in such battles is essentially a fight to the death.

Over the years, many great clans have clashed violently due to these contests.

Many geniuses have also fallen in these battles.

To many, those who die on the martial stage are not considered geniuses but merely stepping stones for the truly gifted!

This is also why the crowd gets so worked up.

For they might very well witness the fall of a genius—an event that ordinary warriors love to see.

These proud prodigies, often arrogant, domineering, and look down on everyone, make many eager to see their downfall—after all, it’s not their own lives at stake.

Some have said that lacking exceptional combat aptitude doesn’t matter; what truly matters is outliving them!

Only by living long can one witness the fall of past geniuses.

In the end, longevity is the most important thing, a goal of many warriors.

Though Yang Shiyue radiates murderous aura, it does not intimidate her opponent.

She is a woman, and in the eyes of many, no matter how strong a woman’s killing aura may be, it's still just a woman's.

The Long Family disciple opposing her is named Long Shuaiyun—towering, standing over two meters, yet lean in build. Dressed in blue robes, he looks like a beanpole.

Among the disciples of major families, Long Shuaiyun’s name is familiar to all.

Jian Ruyan, standing beside Qin Yun, whispered, "Brother Yun, this Long Shuaiyun has twin Dragon Spirits—authentic ones, no less! His most terrifying trait is having three Dao Mystic Pills! Through merging his twin Dragon Dao Mystic Pills, he condensed a third!"

Qin Yun exclaimed in amazement, "That truly sounds extraordinary!"

"Thus, Long Shuaiyun’s combat energy is terrifying!" Jian Ruyan added.

"Sister Yang should be able to defeat him!" Qin Yun wasn’t the least bit worried about Yang Shiyue—after all, she was once a fairy maiden, the heir to the Moonfrost Palace, and wielded the Darkmoon Martial Spirit.

All four fighting platforms were ready, and the barriers activated.

With the toll of a bell, the battles began!

The crowd paid particular attention to Yang Shiyue’s match.

For she was a legendary figure—the one who had obtained the Star Monarch Rune Soul alone in the Darkmoon Mountains and hidden there for days, leading to the unexplained deaths of many from major factions.

Her emergence from the Darkmoon Mountains also meant the Star Monarch Rune Soul was still in her possession.

Though rumors claimed Yang Shiyue was Qin Yun’s lover, no one could confirm it, leaving it uncertain whether the Star Monarch Rune Soul was in Qin Yun’s hands.

"Beauty Yang, I won’t kill you—I’ll just silence you and make you experience my...gentleness!"

Long Shuaiyun's eyes flashed with malice as he licked his lips, then spread his arms wide. Three amethyst-gold enraged dragons surged violently from his body.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The three amethyst-gold dragons, fangs bared and claws outstretched, roared as they charged toward Yang Shiyue.

To everyone's shock, these three dragons were not mere illusions—they appeared as real as true dragons.

"You think these three stinking worms can take me down?" Yang Shiyue sneered, her alabaster palms suddenly wreathed in dark energy.

As the dazzling amethyst-gold dragons rushed forward, Yang Shiyue abruptly vanished.

The three charging dragons halted mid-charge, having lost their target.

The movement technique Yang Shiyue used was none other than Qin Yun's Vanishing Shadow Ceasing Breath.

Long Shuaiyun immediately expanded his mental energy to its peak, sensing the fluctuations around him. By the time he detected her, Yang Shiyue had already appeared behind him.

Roar!

Long Shuaiyun instantly felt a primordial surge of danger, his body erupting with billowing dragon energy.

Countless dragons, large and small, manifested instantly, wrapping tightly around Long Shuaiyun.

The crowd found it amusing—Long Shuaiyun, who had been so arrogant moments ago, had now turtled up, shielding himself completely.

Yang Shiyue struck out with a palm, unleashing a dragon's lament.

This was the hallmark resonance of the Ultimate Dragon Palm!

Qin Yun had once asked Yang Shiyue to mentor his cultivation of the Nine Extremes Heart Sutra, so she had also mastered this martial art.

"It's the Seven DragonSlaying Palms, and she deployed it with such ease!" Qin Yun thought in astonishment.

He himself struggled greatly to perform the Seven DragonSlaying Palms and rarely used it.

What shocked Qin Yun the most was that Yang Shiyue was channeling the power of the Seven DragonSlaying Palms in both palms simultaneously.

Boom!

With one palm strike, a legion of maddened dragons howled, and amethyst-gold light exploded forth.

All the amethyst-gold dragons surrounding Long Shuaiyun were shattered.

Even though Long Shuaiyun was encased in layers of defense, the force of the palm strike sent blood spraying from his mouth. He hastily retreated, his face filled with terror.

Long Shuaiyun was unwilling to admit defeat, but he was also terrified for his life. Just as he decided to surrender, Yang Shiyue's other palm strike was already unleashed!

A scarlet palm energy, faster than thought, carried a sorrowful dragon's roar.

Boom!

The palm force arrived in an instant, catapulting Long Shuaiyun backward!

As the force struck him, the power of the Ultimate Dragon Palm surged into his body, rending his vaunted Immortal Body asunder.

Thud!

A wet crunch echoed as Long Shuaiyun's body suddenly exploded. The gory remains crashed against the crystalline barrier before slowly oozing downward.

There it is!

Finally, a genius has been struck down!

After a brief moment of shocked silence, the crowd erupted into shouts.

Long Shuaiyun was completely obliterated!

Jian Ruyan felt her scalp crawl with terror—Yang Shiyue's strength was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

Qin Yun, however, wasn’t surprised at all. He simply thought that the women of Guanghan Palace, whether in past lives or the present, were all formidable opponents.

The Long family could do nothing but howl in rage, powerless to do anything else.

Everyone knew that back then, the Long family had been the vanguard in persecuting Yang Shiyue, even severely injuring her.

Now, it was only natural that Yang Shiyue held nothing back.

As Yang Shiyue stepped down from the arena, Jian Shitian and several Half-Immortals from the Jian family also closed ranks around her.

After all, the Sword Martial Conference was, at its core, a showdown between the Long and Jian families.

Now that a member of the Long family had been killed, it was something the Jian family would revel in.

Thus, they would naturally protect those who opposed the Long family, further making the Long family members' faces twist.

The first round of battles across the four arenas had come to an end.

Next came the second round.

This second match was the most hotly anticipated by all, for it featured a duel between Jian Nanhu and Long Shengkuang!

Both Jian Nanhu and Long Shengkuang were itching for a fight with each other.

"Jian Nanhu really wants to fight Long Shengkuang. I’m just granting his wish—I hope he wins!" Qin Yun thought to himself.

Here, perhaps only Qin Yun fully grasped Jian Nanhu’s strength.

Though years had passed, he felt Jian Nanhu hadn’t progressed much.

Jian Shitian was also eagerly anticipating this match, as Jian Nanhu was his grandson.

Yet, he couldn’t shake his unease. After all, Long Shengkuang was a genius sent by the Profound Domain, a member of the Long family—he must possess exceptional abilities to be valued by the Profound Domain.

Jian Shitian struck a large bell, marking the beginning of the battle!

Long Shengkuang stood in place, his brow knitting, and suddenly, the entire arena began to tremble violently.

Jian Nanhu swiftly summoned his bonded sword and let out a fierce roar. His burly frame surged with white light, as if countless sword apparitions were overflowing from him.

Long Shengkuang remained motionless, his resplendent golden robes embroidered with intricate carvings fluttering around him. His body blazed with golden light, while purple, gold, and red tricolored lights condensed around him.

No one knew what Long Shengkuang had done, but the arena quaked wildly under his power.