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Chen Qiu smiled as he stood high in the air, overlooking the two people on the platform below, his fingers trembling slightly.

Then!

Ten Thousand Thunder Dragons engulfed all the platforms indiscriminately, bombarding everything without specifically targeting anyone; even with only two people, he did not want to lock on with his Divine Sense. He just felt that the first wave of thousands of Thunder Dragons he had released only blasted out a pit dozens of feet wide.

This infuriated him.

He now wanted to indulge himself, curious to see just how hard the ground of this Heavenly Pride Secret Realm truly was.

"Boom, boom!!!"

The deafening explosions continued relentlessly. This single attack instantly shattered all the barriers of the platforms, and the platforms themselves shattered immediately, flinging up a large cloud of dust into the air.

As the dust quickly dispersed in the downpour,

no platform was left visible.

Instead, there was just an immense pit, replacing all platforms and spreading across the ground.

Hundreds of moments passed.

Not a stir came up from the deep pit, and just when everyone thought that this Heavenly Pride Secret Realm had ended thus,

"Cough... cough..."

a coughing and blood-spitting sound emerged from the bottom of the pit. The Seventh Prince of Da Xia staggered to his feet from the bottom, his clothes tore and tattered, holding a long sword nearly depleted of Spiritual Energy.

His body was covered in wounds, appearing gruesomely blood-soaked, and even one of his ears was missing.

Nobody knew what price the Seventh Prince of Da Xia had paid to withstand this seemingly unstoppable attack, but... he ultimately did.

History is written by the victors.

The Seventh Prince staggered as he stood there, his head bowed looking down into the bottom of the deep pit, starting to laugh neurotically, his laughter growing louder, "Such a strong maneuver indeed."

"Chen Qiu is it... I'll remember your name, you're the mightiest Magic Practitioner I've encountered."

"But it should end here."

"If this is all you've got, then next... it's time for you to see my moves!!!"

In the last few words, the Seventh Prince almost roared out, his bent back suddenly straightened as he held his sword and looked up at Chen Qiu in mid-air, his mouth that was wide open ready to roar suddenly stuck, letting the fierce wind pour into his abdomen.

Even his body, ready to launch forward, froze in place.

A hint of confusion flashed across his eyes as he looked up at Chen Qiu high in the sky, the heads of ten thousand Thunder Dragons that seemed to have emerged anew atop the vast dark clouds, his helpless body suddenly slumped.

His arms, bulging with veins before, relaxed, and the battered sword in his hand dropped powerlessly to the ground.

After a long while,

the Seventh Prince's arrogance was completely crushed, his face filled with unwillingness and helplessness as he looked up at Chen Qiu high in the sky and said tremblingly, "Wasn't that your strongest maneuver?"

"Why… why could you use it again so soon?"

"Does your strongest maneuver have no limitations at all?"

"Why..."

"Why?"

"At least give me a chance to strike!"

"I've honed my sword for decades, just for today, to make a name for myself. Why won't you even give me a chance to strike?!"

...

"Hmm..."

Chen Qiu, holding a wooden umbrella high in the air, squatted down, gazing at the Seventh Prince in the pit, tilting his head and pondering silently. He actually wanted to say, this wasn't his strongest move at all.

The Thunder Summoning Technique was merely a basic skill.

Every Cultivator knows it.

It's just that his Thunder Summoning Technique was a bit more powerful, with slightly more dragons.

At most, it was a minor skill; he hadn't even used his strongest maneuver yet.

"How about you take a strike?"

In the end, feeling somewhat compassionate, he decided to give the Seventh Prince a chance to strike, thinking about it, after all, the man had cultivated arduously for a decade, participating in the Heavenly Pride Secret Realm for the first time, aiming to make a name for himself.

Not even giving him a chance to swing his sword seemed excessively cruel.

"Okay!"

The Seventh Prince stood at the bottom of the pit, his trembling arm bulging again with veins, picked up the nearly depleted long sword from the ground, used his mental method to take a few deep breaths, brought himself to his strongest state, and then forcibly mobilized his remaining Spiritual Energy.

His expression was ferocious and furious as countless Sword Intent surged from his body, his mouth constantly bubbling with blood as he hoarsely yelled, finger pointing at Chen Qiu,

"This sword was created by me when I was 9 years old, after ten years of painstaking practice, and it has never been revealed!"

"This is the first time this sword is revealed to the world!"

"Let the world know, there is another Seventh Prince among the strongest Sword Cultivators!"

"This sword is named—"

"Qi Tian!"

"Watch closely!"

The next moment!

Numerous dense Sword Intents burst forth from the Seventh Prince, and the spiritual energy-damaged sword in his hand trembled and buzzed continuously, the dense Sword Intent turning into streams of blue light flowing on the sword, suddenly, a sword made of blue light appeared in mid-air.

"Die!!!"

The Seventh Prince roared as he prepared to swing the sword, though not expecting to defeat Chen Qiu, but at least this sword would be witnessed by the world!

But just then.

He saw tens of thousands of Thunder Dragons plummeting towards him from the sky.

"..."

The Seventh Prince, standing at the bottom of the deep pit, suddenly fell silent, his mouth twitching slightly, the sword tip reversed to stab into his abdomen, seriously injured, he left the Secret Realm just before the Thunder Dragons smashed down.

He had never thought.

His sword, which he had practiced hard for ten years, eventually made its debut in the Heavenly Pride Secret Realm just as he had imagined.
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Only... not swung at an enemy.

But stabbed into himself.

He suddenly felt his Tao heart might have been damaged.

...

"Hm?"

Chen Qiu looked towards the Seventh Prince at the bottom of the pit with some confusion, not understanding why he suddenly committed suicide and left the Secret Realm, wasn't it meant to be a clash?

He had specifically waited for the Seventh Prince to fully muster his sword before releasing the Thunder Dragons.

What's the meaning?

Did the Seventh Prince mean to ask him not to retaliate and just take the strike?

That's nonsense... with almost no defensive means, he absolutely couldn't withstand that sword, clearly being the trump card, if he had taken that strike, he would now be lying in the deep pit.

He didn't have much time to think it over.

Soon, a voice resounded by his ear—

Not only by his ear.

But by the ears of everyone in Da Xia Country.

-

Heavenly Dao Decree: Sensing the Heavenly Dao, in the north of Da Xia Country Capital at Chao Tian Sect, Heavenly Dao Saint Chen Qiu captures the 'Unmatched Heavenly Pride' title with an invincible posture, dominating the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard with overwhelming force!

This Heavenly Pride, representing the great fortune of heaven and earth!

Should suppress the contemporaries.

All should regard this as a standard.

-

The Heavenly Pride Secret Realm had ended.

Chen Qiu, with his absolutely overwhelming force, dominated all the Heavenly Pride of Da Xia alone.

The Heavenly Dao Decree without reward.

Chen Qiu smirked and didn't say much, doesn't the Unmatched Heavenly Pride deserve some exclusive reward?

But soon, his mind was not on the Heavenly Dao Decree anymore, but resurfaced on the numerous heaven and earth treasures in the sky that he immediately noticed had disappeared in an instant from the highest stage, clearly having been collected.

Thus, he was even more unbridled.

Since the Heavenly Pride Secret Realm implicitly consented and even acknowledged his ascent to the top of the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard in this manner, he saw no need to hold back at all.