"Good news?" Ye Tianfan was a bit puzzled; the match was about to start, what good news could there be?

"Third senior brother, what good news?" Ye Tianfan asked.

"I really don't know what luck you've stumbled upon; your opponent today exhausted himself too much yesterday and hasn't recovered yet." As he spoke, Liang Tianqi pointed towards Taishui Peak.

"See that guy with a pale face? That's him. He barely stands here today but realized he can't fight, so he told the elder he's forfeiting. I checked the match table, your opponent is from Taishui Peak, and among the remaining eight, he is the only one from Taishui Peak, so he's your opponent." After Liang Tianqi finished, he slapped Ye Tianfan's shoulder hard, "I estimate the elders are coming to notify you soon."

Sure enough, shortly after Liang Tianqi finished speaking, an elder came to notify Tian Chu Zhenren, and then Tian Chu Zhenren called Ye Tianfan over, explained the situation, and told him to go to the Taichu Sect viewing platform to draw lots for the semifinals.

After Ye Tianfan drew his lot and returned, he informed his master and then sat on the platform to watch the battles on the three stages. Thankfully, all three stages were visible at a glance, allowing Ye Tianfan to watch them simultaneously.

First, he watched the stage of senior brother Yun Tian.

Senior brother Yun Tian unleashed the Seven-Star Sword, arranging it in the shape of the Big Dipper in the air, then directly charged at his opponent. Witnessing this scene, the opponent's face changed drastically and hastily summoned his magical treasure to defend.

To everyone's astonishment, the master sword of Yun Tian relentlessly smashed against the opponent's magical treasure without pause, followed by a quick movement of his right hand, directing the seven sub-swords to bypass the magical treasure and stab at the opponent, while his right hand's fingers flexed and clasped the spell tightly, causing the master sword of the Seven-Star Sword to burst with radiance mid-air, the glorious light illuminating the stage and rendering the opponent's magical treasure unable to counter. Once the magical treasure counters, the master and sub-swords would strike the opponent simultaneously.

Seeing this scene, the opponent dared not slack off at all; realizing that the seven sub-swords were about to hit, he was shocked, knowing that they wouldn't truly strike him, yet their proximity would mean defeat. For Yun Tian to unleash such a lethal move, an intense thunderous strike, it felt like a blatant disregard, aiming to conclude the battle in a single hit. Yet, in his hand, he continued to urge his magical treasure, temporarily blocking the master sword's charge, then formed a thick layer of earth-yellow barrier through Immortal Technique.

On the opposite side, senior brother Yun Tian, seeing the opponent attempting a desperate struggle, snorted coldly. Tomorrow would be the semifinals, and the opponents would be formidable; he didn't want to over-exert like Taishui Peak's individual today and end up forfeiting. He aimed to win that space ring.

Actually, aside from the Sect Leader of Taichu Sect, Yun Tian's master, no one knew that the space ring was brought by Yun Tian himself.

Why would he give it to Tian Chu Zhenren to offer as a prize?

It's because he considered it ill-gotten gains from dismantling a Minor Sect of demonic practice. Raised by Tian Chu Zhenren, Yun Tian tended to be overly righteous, believing the space ring wasn't rightfully his and should be decided by his master.

Initially, Tian Chu Zhenren intended to give it directly to him, as he had brought it and earned it.

But Yun Tian refused, feeling it was akin to stealing. As a rightful disciple, he couldn't indulge in such acts, even though he desired it deeply; urging his master to keep it instead.

Tian Chu Zhenren thought Yun Tian was overly rigid, pondering how his dignity as the Sect Leader of Taichu Sect hardly needed a space of that scale, when his own space ring was room-sized, and he didn't need this cupboard.

Tian Chu Zhenren decided against keeping it, so if both had no desire for it, then it could be a prize for the Nine Meridians Martial Arts Tournament. This way, it wasn't considered theft, but Yun Tian still had to earn it through his prowess.

Thus, Yun Tian, who hadn't participated in the tournament for several editions, made an unprecedented appearance this time.

His long black hair fluttered in the wind as he chanted spells softly, his face serious, aiming to end the battle with minimal expenditure.

The eight Immortal Swords ceased their attack, floating backward to form the Big Dipper surrounding Polaris in the air.

Suddenly, the airborne eight Immortal Swords emitted dazzling light, accompanied by intense rumbling, the sound resonating over the land.

They began spinning violently.

Soon, these eight Immortal Swords formed a visible blue whirlwind.

Under Yun Tian's finger pointing, the whirlwind surged directly at the opponent.

Stunned by this sight, the opponent sighed slightly and gestured surrender to the elder.

Faced with such a technique, without extreme risk, victory was unattainable, and even at that, successfully countering wasn't guaranteed; the weakness lay in the frailty of his magical treasure.

He glared at his pitiful magical treasure, sighing deeply.

Seeing the opponent conceding, Yun Tian retracted his move swiftly, checked that the opponent was unharmed, nodded at him, and flew toward the Taichu Sect viewing platform.

Watching this, Ye Tianfan felt deeply awed; Yun Tian was truly formidable — the whirlwind technique, unless he utilized his mystical tower, was unassailable, and even then, he could only defend without initiating any offense unless he wielded his agile sword.

Think about it, when he reached the eighth level of the Wan Xuan realm, he thought he was quite strong, yet even before he could pride himself, Yun Tian had already humbled him.

Ye Tianfan sighed; clearly, he had thought the task too simple. After all, those entering the semifinals, attaining the final four spots, wouldn't be weak or easy opponents.

Then, Ye Tianfan shifted his focus to Bai Feng's stage.

At this moment, Bai Feng's opponent seemed on the verge of celestial and mortal realms.

Bai Feng stood beneath a lotus-shaped magical treasure, with seven or eight flying knives hovering in the air, stabbing his opponent intermittently; his opponent barely dodged Bai Feng's flying knives and retaliated, but his attacks were wholly blocked by the Lotus Magical Treasure, unable to harm Bai Feng at all.

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