Jin Chen.

Flame Palace's pinnacle.

Two figures stand opposed at a distance.

In Jin Chen's haze-filled air, the silhouettes of the two figures are strikingly clear, like two flames that cannot be ignored.

On the two roof peaks, originally pointed upwards, the presence of the two makes them resemble sharp swords piercing the skies.

Everyone in the gatehouse came down and stood on both sides inside and outside the main gate, closely watching the two at the top of the gatehouse.

The two faced each other from afar and did not move, but their aura kept rising.

The people downstairs held their breath, watching the two above, fearing they might miss something.

...

Meanwhile.

Artificial Sea.

In the No. 1 High-class Residential Area.

The old chief placed his pen down and walked to the window, looking towards the Flame Palace.

"It should... be starting, right?" The old chief glanced at the clock, which was a minute short of nine o'clock.

The person standing before the old chief said, "Everyone is here, it should start soon."

The old chief nodded, looking out the window, frowning deeply.

"Tell me..." The old chief spoke slowly, "Who do you think will win this battle?"

That person bowed slightly and said, "I dare not say."

"But feel free to speak!"

After hesitating for a moment, the person gravely said, "In my view, the Ye family will win."

"Why?" the old chief asked.

The person whispered, "The Ye family has prepared extensively, setting many hidden defenses, and if any problem arises, these people will act immediately. I firmly believe that people... cannot contend with weapons, no matter how strong they are!"

Listening, the old chief couldn't help but chuckle.

Thinking a bit, the old chief said, "In that case, I'll send you to watch the scene. Report back to me in detail, and see just how formidable people... can become!"

The person shuddered upon hearing, glancing at the old chief, and asked, "Then you... think..."

"I think the Shangqing Sect will win!" the old chief said solemnly.

"But..."

At this moment, the clock chimed.

The clock chimed nine times, indicating it was nine o'clock.

The duel... is about to begin!

"Go!" said the old chief.

"Yes!" Immediately turning, the person departed.

...

Atop the Flame Palace.

Shangyao and Yang Chen didn't look at the time but seemed to sense something, suddenly raising their heads.

The sky cleared, clouds and mist dispersed, and bright moonlight shone down.

The haze couldn't block the moon's brilliance.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to appear just for them, illuminating the gatehouse and elongating their shadows...

Shangyao unsheathed a sword from his waist.

The sword gleamed like rippling autumn water, emitting a chilling light that made the heart race.

As Shangyao drew the sword, it was as if the pinnacle of the Flame Palace turned into a pool, covered by the chilling light from his sword, suffocating all.

Shangyao waved his sword in the moonlight, creating myriad phantom streaks, breathtakingly beautiful, its chilliness causing hearts to shudder.

"It's Senior Brother's Cold Blade!" Shangfeng gulped, his voice trembling.

Shangting gazed at Shangyao's sword with yearning eyes, enviously saying, "Back then, this sword cleaved a fierce tiger in two with one strike. The beast ran five meters before collapsing, and took ten seconds to bleed out, its sharpness nearly deceiving its nerves!"

"Indeed!" Another person said, "I didn't expect... Senior Brother would bring out this sword, seems Yang Chen is finished this time!"

"I reckon Senior Brother plans to retaliate in kind, maiming Yang Chen and dragging him back to the Sect for punishment!"

"I agree!"

"Certainly like that!"

Among the Shangqing Sect, people discussed fervently.

Atop the Flame Palace.

Shangyao looked at the sword in his hand, gently stroking its blade as if the sword were a woman, his most beloved lover, tenderly, filled with affection.

"This sword is forged from Cold Iron, named Cold Blade. Its length is three feet seven, severing hair with a breath, incredibly sharp. The day it was forged, it was consecrated with tiger's blood. Cold Blade has accompanied me to countless victories, ascending from a disciple to the Sect's foremost. You losing to her today, will not be in vain!" Shangyao spoke slowly, gazing at Yang Chen proudly, as if Yang Chen were already a defeated opponent under his blade.

Yang Chen sneered, scoffing at Shangyao's words.

Shangyao lightly said, "Few can compel me to unsheathe my sword, you should feel honored!"

Yang Chen glanced at the Ye Xin people below and slowly said, "Hope you exert your full ability, don't cry and cheat when you lose!"

"Ha!" Shangyao sneered, waving his sword at Yang Chen, "Draw your weapon, don't say I'm dishonorable in victory!"

Yang Chen glanced at Shangyao, shook his head lightly, and sighed, "Very well!"

With that, Yang Chen reached behind him, and when he appeared again, a dagger emitting a strange brilliant glow in the black night was in his hand.

In the moonlight, the dagger appeared like the most mysterious and terrifying planet in the desolate universe, emitting unseen, unheard mysterious lights, stirring longing, the darkness and unknown evoking fear.

The sharpness emitted was no less than that of Cold Blade.

In the instant the dagger was drawn, everyone's gaze was drawn to it, even those far below could see clearly.

Seeing it, Shangyao felt the sharpness emanating, but such dazzling colors made him dismissive, "Damascus Steel Skill? Didn't expect you to be so foreign-fawning!"

Yang Chen smiled, "As long as it serves its purpose!"

Shangyao shook his head, "Such flashy technique, fails to showcase material traits, pretty but impractical!"

"Practical or not, you'll feel it soon," Yang Chen's eyes flashed coldly.

On hearing this, Shangyao sneered, waving his sword behind his back, "Braggart!"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, gently stroking the dagger, slowly saying, "This dagger's name is Yunlai, forged from meteorite I found while traveling in Lolima, dagger length six inches, handle length two inches, eight inches total; crafted using Damascus Steel Skill, soaked in lava for months before retrieval. The day of its forging... it completed a thousand-man sacrificial blade ritual, now the spirits beneath its blade surpass thousands, I'm thinking my Yunlai must be very hungry, it's telling me... your blood... must taste pretty good!"

With that, Yang Chen coldly laughed, the cold light in his eyes echoed the dagger's glow.

"My blood?" Shangyao coldly laughed, showing a nostalgic expression, "My blood... truly I don't know how many years since I bled in battle... If you can wound me today, consider it your win!"

Yang Chen sneered, his body sank slightly, eyes sharp as blades, glaring at Shangyao, "Arrogant!"

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