Chapter Eight: Challenging Xiao Yun

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In Wuwei City, at the Xiao family’s martial training ground, the surrounding stands were already packed to the brim. Today marked the once-in-a-decade grand family competition of the Xiao clan, where the victor would receive a handsome reward.

“Next match: Xiao Yun versus Xiao Lin!”

No sooner had the referee’s voice fallen than a figure swiftly ascended the arena.

Xiao Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp brows and starry eyes radiating an air of pride. His handsome visage drew waves of screams from the female spectators below.

“That’s Young Master Yun! I heard he broke through to the second level of Foundation Establishment half a month ago. There’s no doubt he’ll take first place!”
“Besides, he’s reached the seventh level in the ‘Qingyuan Sword Scripture’ and has perfected the family’s secret ‘Void Severing Finger’ technique!”

Before the words had even faded, Xiao Lin launched a sudden attack!

He knew that a prolonged fight would be no match for his opponent. His only chance to win was to unleash his hidden ultimate move.

“Take this!”
“Azure Rainbow Piercing the Sun!”

A flash of blue light, the sword tearing through the air with a shrill whistle that pierced the eardrums.

This strike condensed all his spiritual power from his dantian.

The stands instantly fell silent. Elder Xiao Kui couldn’t help but mutter, “Impressive, Xiao Lin! To have perfected ‘Azure Rainbow Piercing the Sun’ to such a degree — this sword alone could severely wound an opponent of the same rank!”

But in the next moment—

*Ding!*

The crisp clang of metal collided, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

Xiao Yun astonishingly caught the killing sword light with only two fingers, holding it steady.

“Too slow.”

With a casual flick of his two fingers—

*Crack!*

The steel sword shattered on contact!

The broken sword’s tip traced a phantom shadow across Xiao Yun’s fingertips, rebounding with a sharp rush of air.

*Pfft!*

The sword tip grazed Xiao Lin’s neck and embedded itself into the arena pillar.

By now, Xiao Lin was pale as death, collapsing weakly to the ground.

“I... I surrender!”

He knew Xiao Yun had shown mercy; otherwise, he would be nothing but a corpse.

Xiao Zhen stroked his beard and laughed heartily, the wrinkles at his eyes smoothing out. “Excellent! Yun’s ‘Void Severing Finger’ has reached perfection, and his control over spiritual power surpasses all expectations!”

Elder Xiao Yuanshan, stroking his graying beard, nodded approvingly, “The clan head speaks rightly. When Young Master Yun broke the sword, his finger strength was both powerful and restrained, showing his skill while sparing Xiao Lin’s life. Such magnanimity bodes well for his future as leader of the clan!”

“Now, I hereby announce—”

Just as the referee was about to declare Xiao Yun the champion of this family competition, a cold voice suddenly echoed from the Xiao family’s main gate.

“I, Xiao Yi, hereby challenge Xiao Yun!”

The crowd turned toward the voice, seeing a youth in black clothing stride forward.

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