The Post Sky Tipping Era

"Do you think you have what it takes to duel me? Pathetic." Li Chengyu sneered, thoroughly disdainful. He had earned fame at a young age and, in a cross-world battle, obtained the miraculous Dragon Scale artifact. With his immense fortune, he had already become a Nascent Soul cultivator. Within the entire Sword Control Sect, there had never been someone so young to achieve the Nascent Soul stage before him. His future was boundless, and Li Yi, merely an Earthling native, could never compare to him.

Li Yi retorted, "Turns out you’re just a little punk. Talking big won’t cut it here. If you have the guts, step onto the Magic Battle Platform and settle this—once and for all, to determine winner and loser, life and death."

"How dare you insult me? You’re courting death."

Li Chengyu glared angrily, and a blast of sword energy erupted from his Dantian, surging skyward with an aura so sharp it seemed as if it could split the heavens. Even Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators nearby turned pale and retreated hastily.

The might of a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator was unrivaled.

This was universally recognized across Xuanxian Continent.

Moreover, it was rumored that Li Chengyu’s Life-Bound Sword had already reached Treasure level, making his strength nearly unmatched within the Nascent Soul Realm. Nobody dared underestimate him.

"The one courting death is you. You’ve benefited enough already—why don’t you pack your things and leave Earth before the reckoning comes? Yet, here you are, clamoring like a fool. After I slay that Chongxu, I’ll come for you. If you have the guts, wait at the Magic Battle Platform; just don’t run away." Li Yi pointed directly at him as he spoke.

Li Chengyu laughed coldly, consumed with rage. "Fine, very well. Let’s see how pathetically you die on the Magic Battle Platform. If you truly survive Chongxu Daoist’s hands, I’ll personally sever your head."

"After I kill Chongxu, I’ll come for you," Li Yi continued, glaring at another man dressed in dark robes. "And then you’ll be next. You must be Yuan Ye—what an unfortunate name; it spells imminent doom."