The grand competition of the Shenmu Sect had finally reached the last round that Chen Mobai had been eagerly anticipating.

The three true inheritors stood on the stage.

Apart from Chen Mobai, there was last year’s champion, Feng Hongxue from the Sword Cultivation Department.

The other was last year’s tenth place, but this year he broke into the top three, a true inheritor from the Puppet Department named Li Yixian.

After the three of them stood for a while, Meng Hong, the head of the Shenmu Sect, descended from the sky with two Foundation Establishment elders.

“Well done, all of you.”

Meng Hong looked at the three of them, Chen Mobai, and only said one sentence, then sat down in his seat with a smile. Then, Cang Qi on his left announced the start of the final round.

“The three of you will fight each other. If each of you has one win and one loss, then we three old fellows will decide the order of the true inheritors.”

The sequence of the twenty-four true inheritors was actually only competitive for the top three. The rest, as long as they were among the true inheritors, could ensure a Foundation Establishment Pill and a second-order superior spiritual vein cave mansion, as well as an extra 200 spirit stones per year.

“Both of my senior brothers are far beyond my reach. It’s my good fortune to make it to the final round. I’ll take the third place.”

Li Yixian was a simple-faced, tall and fat young man.

He was able to make it to the final round this year from tenth place last year because he had cultivated a peak first-order Chi Yang puppet, plus a second-order magical instrument.

However, during the top six competition, he encountered a true inheritor from the Spirit Beast Department. Although he barely defeated his opponent, his puppet was damaged by the opponent’s counterattack, greatly reducing its power.

But he knew very well that even if his puppet was intact, he would only have a 20-30% chance of winning against Feng Hongxue.

But if that was the case, he was not without the determination to fight.

However, after seeing Chen Mobai’s stunning sword that defeated Mu Yuan in the previous round, Li Yixian knew that he could only take this sword if he upgraded his Chi Yang puppet to a second-order Qing Yang puppet.

Otherwise, even if he had ten Chi Yang puppets, they would only end up as scrap metal and broken wood under the long rainbow of sword qi.

Since he couldn’t win against Chen Mobai anyway, there was no need to fight Feng Hongxue.

So he simply conceded.

Li Yixian’s timely decision earned him the approval of Meng Hong, who had just sat down.

“This young man knows when to advance and when to retreat. If he can establish his foundation in the future, he can be given special training.”

Cang Qi, who was next to him, nodded in agreement, taking note of this true inheritor from the Puppet Department.

“You two can start now.”

After Li Yixian left the stage, Chen Mobai and Feng Hongxue, who were on the stage, nodded at Cang Qi’s words.

“Let’s finish this quickly.”

After defeating Ding Ying and Mu Yuan, Chen Mobai, who had no regrets in his heart, planned to end the fight quickly. He opened his storage bag, and the Shenmu Sword flew out and was held by his fingertip.

“As expected of a sword cultivator, straightforward. Are you planning to defeat me in one move? That’s exactly what I want.”

Seeing the pure green flying sword jumping and attracting a vast amount of pure qi, turning into a brilliant rainbow and covering the dazzling sword rainbow, Feng Hongxue’s face remained unchanged, but his heart was delighted.

If Chen Mobai relied on his far superior sword realm to break his every move and give him a complete defeat like he did to Mu Yuan, Feng Hongxue might not be able to hold on.

But seeing Chen Mobai actually using his killing sword technique as soon as he made his move, the Spirit Leaf Talisman given by Zhou Wangshen could perfectly play its role.

Although he still had to admit defeat in the end, Feng Hongxue hoped that he could leave a deep impression on this peerless sword genius in front of him.

Perhaps in the future, a casual guidance from Chen Mobai could help him break through the bottleneck of sword cultivation that had troubled him for a long time.

The brilliant sword rainbow flew towards him, like a morning glow falling. However, just when everyone thought Feng Hongxue was about to lose, he took out a golden leaf.

After the meridians on the leaf were infused with spiritual power, they began to emit a strong spiritual light, forming a transparent leaf-shaped light shield, blocking the sword qi long rainbow that Chen Mobai had slashed out, which was absolutely impossible for a Qi Refining realm to take.

“Spirit Leaf Talisman!”

Seeing this scene, Meng Hong’s old eyes flickered, recalling Feng Hongxue’s personal dossier, he already understood.

“Using such a talisman for the True Inheritor Battle is a bit of a waste.”

Lu Yi, the head of the Transmission Department on his right, muttered this sentence.

Whether it’s a magical instrument or a talisman, the price of defense is always higher than that of attack. This Spirit Leaf Talisman, if sold in the market, could sell for thousands of spirit stones.

Some poor true inheritors might not be able to earn that much in a year.

“But in this way, Feng Hongxue has a chance of winning.”

Cang Qi’s face remained unchanged as he began to analyze the situation on the field.

He and Zhou Wangshen thought the same, believing that no matter how talented Chen Mobai was, he was after all only in the Qi Refining realm. This sword qi long rainbow could only be used once, which was probably his limit.

If this sword didn’t defeat the opponent, there was a high chance that he would lose due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

In that case, the ownership of the Foundation Establishment Pill that Brother Zeng had might change.

“Don’t worry, if I’m not mistaken, Feng will admit defeat in the end.”

Meng Hong’s words surprised Cang Qi and Lu Yi, but then they frowned, especially the latter, who seemed to disapprove of this behavior.

“It’s too deliberate. Although Zhou Wangshen is a descendant of Ancestor Zhou, his methods are still a bit crude. For sword cultivators, this kind of attempt to win over people might backfire.””If it were someone else, it might be the case. But after all, he is a descendant of Ancestor Zhou. Even if Chen Mobai knows, he should give some face.”

As Cang Qi and Lu Yi had different opinions, on the stage, Chen Mobai calmly retracted his Divine Wood Sword after facing Feng Hongxue, who had used a Spirit Leaf Talisman to block the long rainbow of sword qi and calmly unsheathed his sword.

“Junior Brother Chen, although it may be a bit unsporting, I still want to ask you for guidance on my swordsmanship.”

Facing Feng Hongxue’s respectful request, Chen Mobai was slightly nervous inside.

This guy wouldn’t have a second Spirit Leaf Talisman, would he?

“Forget it, no matter what, I can still make another sword strike. If he can take it, I will just admit defeat. I hope that when the time comes, Uncle Master Zeng’s batch of Foundation Establishment Pills can produce two pills.”

Chen Mobai thought very openly.

But the rest of the people didn’t know his inner thoughts, and they all thought he was angry with a stern face.

“Junior Brother Chen, this sword of mine is called ‘Flying Swan Drifting Snow’…”

Just as Feng Hongxue was about to display his proudest move, he saw the handsome young man opposite him with a stern face and slightly furrowed brows. Under his incredulous gaze, he flicked the Divine Wood Sword with his finger.

Then, another sky-covering, pure Yuan Qi was drawn, transforming into a brilliant sword rainbow that came straight at him.

“Puff”!

Without the Spirit Leaf Talisman, Feng Hongxue couldn’t resist at all. He was directly cut off by the sword, spitting out blood, and fainted.

Chen Mobai had made up his mind that this sword would determine the outcome. So, besides the last drop of liquid spiritual power, he also poured all the remaining longevity spiritual power into the Divine Wood Sword.

The force was stronger than the first sword!

He didn’t control it well.

If it weren’t for Cang Qi, who was always paying attention, to guide the aftermath of this sword towards the sky, Feng Hongxue might have been crippled if he didn’t die.

As expected of a sword cultivator, he has a violent temper.