Chapter 527

【Victory achieved. Victor: Xia Tianxuan.】

The entire challenge space shattered into pieces.

A temporary space built to withstand an upper limit of 10,000 combat power,

could not endure Xia Tianxuan's single sword strike.

This… is Tianxuan Nu?

What terrifying might!

What terrifying power!

The audience in the spectator space,

felt only their bones turn cold and their hair stand on end—an overwhelming dread!

One after another, struck dumb as cicadas in winter,

one after another, faces drained of all color.

Some had their tongues tied in knots,

some had their jaws dislocated,

some had their legs trembling,

some had their entire bodies petrified.

1……1……10,000 combat power?!

The simulated battle space specifications applied for by the Human Race,

can accommodate 10,000 combat power for a full-on fight—

this point is beyond doubt.

06　　However,

this very heaven and earth was shattered to pieces by Tianxuan Nu's single sword strike!

A space spanning ten thousand meters in every direction, shattered into fragments.

Tianxuan Nu exited the challenge space.

She returned to Wan Jie Cheng, the Human Race's Heavenly Fortune District, beneath the central high platform.

Under the gaze of ten thousand eyes,

beneath the silence of ten thousand voices,

she stepped forward, one pace at a time, each step deliberate,

and ascended the high platform.

"From this day forth, I, Xia Tianxuan, am the Human Race's Sixth Star, 'Star of the Nine Heavens'!"

She gazed down at the silent, black mass of people below the platform,

self-bestowing her title, proclaiming her return.

Beside her, Meng Qiu, who had also exited the simulated space, descended the platform trembling in genuine fear.

An Ke'er stared fixedly at Xia Tianxuan,

as if she meant to bore a flower into Xia Tianxuan's face with her gaze.

Her demonic energy trembled restlessly.

A single sword strike shattered the challenge space?

This Tianxuan Nu… how could she possibly possess such power?

An Shi Shi-grade technique, reaching 10,000 combat power—

that level requires breaking through the bottleneck of Level 29,

to reach Level 30!!

She is a Lord—her leveling experience is triple that of a Hero,

so how… could she possibly reach Level 30 in just half a year??

Furthermore, any technique below Mythic grade,

all encounters bottlenecks when leveling up.

Level 9, Level 19, Level 29… Level 99,

every ten levels, one encounters a bottleneck,

known as a Realm Breakthrough.

Even if she possessed a massive amount of experience,

how could she possibly break through the Level 29 bottleneck so quickly?!

Suddenly, An Ke'er thought of one possibility:

there is a type of technique that looks down on heaven and earth, unmatched beneath the sky,

trampling all living beings beneath its feet,

and when cultivated, it not only has no bottlenecks,

but its combat power at the same level is ten times that of even rare techniques!

Its name is… Mythic.

Could it be…

A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead,

and halfway down, it was evaporated by An Ke'er's restless, surging demonic energy.

"Sister Tianxuan, welcome back. This seat of Human Race's Holy Maiden still belongs to you, after all~"

She forced out a smile, stepped forward, and said calmly.

Only,

the Gao Maozi she wore atop her head, which she treasured as life itself, tilted,

signifying that her heart was not at all as calm as her outward appearance suggested.

"I have no interest."

Xia Tianxuan, looking utterly lazy, walked straight toward Su Yu.

Seeing this,

the strange-hatted old man's expression turned especially terrifying.

He never expected that the cultivation civilization

would... be hidden so deeply!

He had originally planned to watch the cultivation civilization make a fool of itself,

but he never expected that this Xia Tianxuan...

"Xia Tianxuan, since you have returned, come over here."

The white-haired old man, wearing a smile of gratification, called out softly.

His voice carried a power that was peaceful and soothing,

causing the stunned onlookers in the arena

to calm their minds and come to their senses.

Instantly, the world erupted into noise.

"Damn, damn, damn, my jaw is dislocated, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Damn it, my leg cramped."

"What's that compared to this? I got scared and peed myself."

"Get lost... stay away from me!"

The crowd stirred in a frenzy,

and only after a long while did it settle down,

staring blankly at the high platform,

at the woman in those ragged, filthy robes.

Her face was flushed, as if she had drunk too much wine,

a common iron sword at her waist, a wine gourd swinging in her hand.

Though she looked so filthy and wretched,

she made everyone present feel a sense of 'immortality'.

Not like those arrogant cultivators who falsely call themselves immortals,