Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree
Chapter 395 - 184 I Am Supreme_3

Murong Chong's eyes widened in disbelief, as Ji Jingqiu remained completely unscathed under his sword strike and even unleashed such a formidable Power of the Spirit.

Such a sight had never been seen among his peers!

The blade light was like smoke, ethereal and dreamlike, infused with the Great Purity from the Zen Meditation Seal. Despite Murong Chong's desperate resistance, he could not reverse the overwhelming situation and dejectedly exited the stage.

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Watching the battle.

Diao Xingyun and others nudged Yin Wushuang with their shoulders, chuckling with a meaning that went without saying.

Yin Wushuang laughed and said, "I know you're all eager, but hold your horses for a moment. If I remember correctly, isn't the person on the sixth floor the senior brother from Lion Heart Dao? And the one on the ninth floor, the 37th Daoist Master of Heavenly God Dojo?"

Only then did people realize it was too early to laugh.

Those from the twelve floors of the city with their own seniors began to feel anxious.

Those without their own seniors... seemed even less justified in taking pleasure from others' misfortunes.

Diao Xingyun muttered, "The first three floors were all defeated with a single stroke, and probably up to the eleventh floor wouldn't pose any hindrance to him! I wonder about the twelfth floor... I mean, can he make Ji use a few more strokes!"

Yin Wushuang stared at the screen, his eyes flickering, whispering, "Senior Murong, although a bit unrestrained in his actions, that sword stroke is not to be underestimated. He has traveled further than I am at the moment, yet he couldn't shake Jingqiu..."

"Can you catch up with that senior of yours?" Diao Xingyun curiously asked. "Aren't you proficient in Sword Heart Clarity?"

Yin Wushuang nodded firmly, "My Cultivation Body has reached the Peak of Postnatal. All I lack now is Godseeing! If I achieve Godseeing, my Combat Power won't be inferior to Senior Murong!"

"Great, confident!" Li Chengfeng gave a thumbs up. "Next time, make Ji take an extra stroke."

Everyone laughed.

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Ji Jingqiu continued to ascend the tower.

The guardian of the fourth floor was a Martial Artist wielding a silver spear, named Mo Yufan.

Each thrust of his spear seemed to penetrate the very essence of all things, destroying everything in its path. Where the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind clear spear marks, blossoming like pear flowers, fierce and splendid!

His spear technique differed from Diao Xingyun's, lacking the extremely tricky Spiral Force, but instead perfected a straightforward piercing attack!

Each spear thrust concentrated all its formidable power into a single point, striving for a one-strike kill!

Ji Jingqiu calmly weaved a net with his blade for him.

Blades of light danced like snow, layer upon layer, the interwoven lights casting shadows like dark indigo embellishments, mirroring majestic peaks as if on a landscape painting scroll.

Mo Yufan's expression was grave.

Recognition dawned in a glimpse that Ji Jingqiu's picturesque blade lights concealed lethal threats.

It also represented the depth of Ji Jingqiu's mastery and understanding of blade techniques!

He did not shy away; he thrust his spear, disrupting 40%, but in one of those thrusts, he struck a trap. Numerous blade lights then cascaded in a chain reaction, erupting with power far beyond the normal, submerging him in the vast blade lights!

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Pingchuan Star, atop the snow mountains.

Meng Qianyun, sitting atop a cliff, recognized the origin of that blade technique as deriving from the Sword Intent left by their ancestor.

He glanced at the so-called live broadcast room, not knowing when the viewing numbers had surpassed ten, and was inwardly amazed.

He hadn't expected Ji Jingqiu's so-called "trial of the blade" before leaving to be so thunderous!

Snow Ancestor indeed hadn't misjudged the person!

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After his fourth time defeating an opponent with a single stroke, the live broadcast room completely descended into madness. The Martial Artists who understood the significance nearly lost their sanity, and the general opinion had entirely shifted in favor of Ji Jingqiu.

Among Martial Artists, there was no room for fancy fluff; strength was everything!

Ji Jingqiu ascended to the fifth layer, the guardian being Zhang Qingyang, proficient in Spirit Secret Skill and Spiritual Residence, yet these seemed somewhat insufficient before him.

The sixth-floor Martial Artist, whose punching technique was similar but more domineering compared to Shi Xinwan, lacked the Qi Po of Shi Xinwan. He thought if the latter could compensate for the shortcomings of Acquired, he could go even further.

The seventh floor...

The eighth floor...

The ninth floor's Martial Artist practiced the Heavenly God Skill, but Ji Jingqiu did not give him any chance of "Transforming God", as with one stroke, he decapitated him...

As he ascended step by step, each floor ended with a single stroke, even the troublesome twelfth floor in the eyes of many could not halt his sharp and ambitious path.

Throughout the journey, his intense determination to climb higher seemed endless; no one knew what realm his sharpness would ultimately reach.

Until the 14th floor.

His opponent was a young man dressed in Dragon Tiger Dao robes.

They greeted each other, as if saluting across six thousand years of time.

In that layer, Ji Jingqiu made three strikes.

Afterward.

He ascended to the fifteenth floor, facing once again a formidable past opponent.

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"Is there anyone else?!"

"Damn, finally someone made him make three moves!"

"Upstairs, are those three strikes? That's courtesy!"

"Invincible, invincible, invincible! So powerful! This is what you boast about in the history of Federation Martial Arts, none can match him in a single fight!"

"From today on, I'm a Ji fan!!!"

"Suddenly I feel, Zhang Buzhou is also quite powerful..."

"Fifteenth floor now, do you guys remember the battle before the True Seed?"

"Of course, that was Ji Jingqiu's battle that made his name!"

"The 17th floor, although theoretically equal, but there's always been a saying, the last three floors can be ranked among the top three!"

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As the dismissive laughter filled the screen, a faint nostalgia flowed through Ji Jingqiu's heart, his fighting spirit beginning to boil.

This opponent was utterly different from the previous fourteen.

He was the person Ji Jingqiu most wanted to defeat in this climb, no exception!

He wanted to defeat his opponent head-on, to show the progress he had made these past days!