Against The Sky Supreme

Zhuge Yu slowly stood up, expressing her approval to Nangong Yuqin, then her expression turned serious, fixing her gaze on He Chaoyang, “Chaoyang, in the final round, this palace master orders you to win, no loss is permitted. Do you understand?”

“Thud!”

He Chaoyang felt a heavy weight on his shoulders at that moment. The pressure of expectations bore down on him, and he nodded firmly, “Understood, palace master. I will do my best to win.”

Zhuge Yu’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a hint of sternness as she continued, “Remember, this is not just about your own victory; it reflects the strength of our Sacred Sect. You cannot let us down.”

He Chaoyang took a deep breath, feeling the determination within him swell. He knew this was a crucial moment, and he could not afford to fail.

As the arena prepared for the final round, the atmosphere was tense. Spectators held their breath, expecting an intense showdown.

When the match finally began, He Chaoyang faced his opponent with unwavering confidence. The skills he had honed over countless battles surged forth as he executed his Sword Technique with precision.

The clash of swords rang out, and the intensity of the fight escalated. With each strike, He Chaoyang pushed himself further, remembering the weight of Zhuge Yu’s words.

He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, fueling his determination. He thought of Nangong Yuqin’s earlier victory and the pride it brought to their sect. He would not be the one to let them down.

The match continued, each moment filled with fierce exchanges and powerful techniques. He Chaoyang focused, channeling all his energy into every move, determined to secure the win for the Sacred Sect.

As the battle reached its climax, he unleashed his most powerful attack. The audience gasped as he executed a stunning display of skill, catching his opponent off guard.

With one final strike, He Chaoyang emerged victorious, the cheers of the crowd echoing in his ears. He had done it—he had fulfilled his promise to Zhuge Yu and their sect.

Panting from exertion, he raised his sword in triumph, a smile breaking across his face as he heard the roars of approval from the spectators.

Zhuge Yu nodded in satisfaction, a proud smile crossing her lips. She knew that the future of the Sacred Sect was bright with talents like He Chaoyang leading the way.

“Good! Get up!” Zhuge Yu's eyes showed approval, “This palace master looks forward to your performance!”

After He Chaoyang stood up, he glared fiercely at Zhong Wu Shiyao, then gracefully leaped onto the high platform.

At that moment, Dantai Xuanzhong in the pavilion was filled with great expectation, “Shiyao, the final round is crucial. Whether our Huangfu Sacred Sect can break the shackles of not winning for forty thousand years depends entirely on you.”

“Of course, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just give it your all. If you can win, then win; if you lose, it doesn’t matter.”

To be honest, Dantai Xuanzhong did not have high hopes for Zhong Wu Shiyao. After all, he had only heard from Tan Yun that Zhong Wu Shiyao had extraordinary talent and strength, but he did not know the specifics.

Zhong Wu Shiyao bowed, showing a determined demeanor, “Sovereign, please rest assured, disciple will surely prevail!”

After saying that, Zhong Wu Shiyao smiled slightly at Tan Yun, then transformed into a shadow and leaped onto the high platform, staring fiercely at He Chaoyang.

He Chaoyang squinted at Zhong Wu Shiyao, enunciating each word, “I will not give you a chance to escape from the high platform. You have only one path, and that is death.”

“Hmph.” Zhong Wu Shiyao's gaze turned colder, “I have a word to give you as well. I will not give you a chance to escape from the high platform!”

Zhong Wu Shiyao had her pride. Not only did she possess spatial attributes, but she was also the foremost among the three great yin-type sacred bodies—the profound yin sacred body!