Baby with Daoist Monarch System

The dueling arena, which was fiercely ravaged by the wind just moments ago, fell into an extreme silence as the bald-headed opponent collapsed, appearing incredibly tranquil.

"Thump--"

"Thump--"

The sound of Xu Ran’s heart pounding wildly seemed unusually loud in this quiet setting!

"Whew!"

Looking at the bald head that had been split in two, Xu Ran let out a long breath, grasping the Silver Light Iron Sword in his right hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left hand.

"It’s finally over!"

It was very clear.

The bald head had already ended up like this, and moreover, the root of all the chaos—the Blood-Red Iron Sword—had already turned to sand, slipping from the bald head’s hand.

This signified that Xu Ran’s swordsmanship trial had been successfully completed!

Sure enough.

Thump---

A sudden and intense tremor rose upon the dueling arena.

[Swordsmanship trial completed!]

A voice devoid of any emotion sounded, and before Xu Ran, where there was originally an impenetrable wall, a stone door suddenly appeared.

And along with the emergence of this voice.

"Rustle, rustle---"

The bald-headed figure, that had been split into two halves, had a sparse sound coming from the split body.

Following the sound, one could see countless blood-red threads appearing in the neat cut; these threads were the muscle lines of the bald head’s body.

When these muscle threads appeared, they intertwined like thousands of strands, entangling with each other, condensing, entwining, interweaving, merging...

"Swish--"

Suddenly.

As countless blood-red threads wove together in sufficient numbers, it seemed as if a mighty force pulled the already split body parts closer to each other.

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

"..."

Once the first sound was made, a second naturally followed.

Not long after.

The bald head’s body was once again glued together, with blood-red threads entangling tightly, fusing the already split body as one.

The neat cut made by the Silver Light Iron Sword was also erased by the blood-red threads.

"Uh---"

The next moment.

A voice sounded, and the bald head, whose body had just been in two halves, slowly got up from the ground, twisting his neck left and right, and his limbs continued to move as if he were adjusting to his new body.

Once he adjusted sufficiently, the bald figure with copper-colored skin eyed Xu Ran.

"Not bad!"

What he referred to was naturally Xu Ran’s comprehension of swordsmanship.

As the wielder of the Blood-Red Iron Sword, the bald head knew all too well the terrifying destructive power of the sword, infused with the Sword Immortal Sword Intent and the Nether Abyss Aura.

Moreover, when that blood-red pattern entered his body, it instantly granted him all of the Sword Immortal’s swordsmanship techniques.

Just as he was confidently attacking Xu Ran, he was momentarily stunned by the extremely pure Sword Intent, which led to being sliced into halves by Xu Ran.

Seeing Xu Ran remaining silent, the bald head didn’t continue, but instead gestured towards the newly appeared stone door and reminded him.

"Go to the next stage!"

"Aren’t you hurrying home? Make the most of your time!"

When Xu Ran heard this, he felt no suspicion of any traps to come.

After all, as a Gatekeeper, the bald head wouldn’t indulge in such tricks, nor would he employ them in such a place.

Immediately.

Clutching the Silver Light Iron Sword, Xu Ran walked towards the stone door with firm steps.

In the end.

During the journey, the Silver Light Iron Sword, which had just been held in his hands, similar to the Blood-Red Iron Sword, transformed into a white stream and slipped away, as if it had never existed.

In response, Xu Ran merely glanced lightly without any unusual reaction.

Seeing this, the bald head couldn’t help but nod in approval.

"A commendable disposition, neither arrogant nor rash!"

Actually, although there was a touch of surprise at Xu Ran’s reaction, the bald head had already made some guesses internally.

Despite Xu Ran’s grasp of the Silver Light Iron Sword—a Divine Soldier the Sword Immortal had kept by his side throughout his life, witnessing all his growth and encompassing the purest Sword Intent of the Sword Immortal—

Such a Divine Soldier is something every sword cultivator intensely desires.

Particularly, since Xu Ran had once held it in his hands, experiencing the vast Sword Intent within.

Letting such a tremendous temptation slip away without a trace of regret is truly astonishing.

Such a temperament deserves the recognition of the Nine-Layered Giant Tower as the Young Divine King.

However.

Xu Ran possessed such a mindset because he had the resources.

As an under-two-year-old, attaining Great Success in the Innate Saint’s Sacred Body, mastering the Immortal Sword Skill, and having various Divine Techniques, as the Young Divine King.

Such an existence is a miracle in itself.

It can be said that once his cultivation improved, every inch of his skin would become the most terrifying Divine Soldier.

Not to mention the unbelievably powerful offensive Divine Technique like the Immortal Sword Skill.

Such an existence is unaffected even without the Silver Light Iron Sword!

Xu Ran paid no heed to the bald head’s praise.

Nor was Xu Ran the least bit surprised by the disappearance of the Silver Light Iron Sword.

After all, these Iron Swords manifest in the Nine-Layered Giant Tower, meant only for use during trials, which is completely normal.

Moreover, this trial was a swordsmanship trial, having a Silver Light Iron Sword here for the trialist’s use is very normal.

The next trial certainly wouldn’t be another swordsmanship trial, so its disappearance is normal.

Xu Ran knows this well, which is why there’s no unusual reaction!

Not long after.

Xu Ran slowly walked through the stone door.

As he stepped through, the scene behind him instantly disintegrated into a cloud of dust, dissipating completely, while the stone door shut closed.