I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

Initially, his vision could only perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

But now, he could see even more subtle energies.

Among them, the most significant was a type of heaven and earth energy that appeared gray in his perception, filled with an immense and somber aura of slaughter. It was the very aura of tribulation and slaughter that he had become quite familiar with after practicing the Seven Killing Sword of Life夺命.

He didn't even need to search for it carefully.

It was presented so clearly in his perception.

Su Han felt a mix of emotions. Not needing to search and the abundance of it meant he could directly use the 'Consuming the Glow and Drinking the Qi' ability, along with the Dao Pattern Tempering Bone Method, to absorb the aura of tribulation and slaughter and condense a Dao Pattern of Tribulation and Slaughter.

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But it also represented that the world was becoming increasingly chaotic.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before a certain event occurred.

The entire Great Li would descend into complete chaos. The old order would be destroyed in the turmoil until a victor was selected to establish a new order, but who knew how long that would take.

And during that period, there would inevitably be mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The suffering of the people in times of prosperity, the suffering of the people in times of ruin.

Recalling the poems of his previous life, Su Han felt they were particularly fitting.

Although he was already a martial artist, surpassing ordinary people, and even had the reputation of a genius, he could easily associate with learned scholars and have no commoners in his circle, becoming a so-called noble.

He was unwilling to do so, unwilling to do so.

He had never forgotten his origins.

He was a person from a civilized world, a refugee from the Northern Border fighting against fate, a martial artist resisting natural disasters with human strength, not one of those high and mighty aristocratic families or bloodsuckers.

He took a deep breath, casting all sorts of distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. In this world, strength was still paramount. Without strength,

no matter how perfect the ideas in his mind were, they could not be realized; they were just empty talk.

If he wanted to control his own destiny, even with an eye on the world,

he had to become stronger.

The 'Consuming the Glow and Guiding the Qi' ability activated. In a state of pure mind, the pure aura of tribulation and slaughter was absorbed into his body, constantly circulating. He immediately felt a pain as if being carved by knives and axes, as if a storm was attacking.

Su Han remained expressionless and continued to absorb.

This aura of tribulation and slaughter was different from the gentleness of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the flourishing and noble nature of Dragon-Tiger Qi. Instead, it was a kind of decay and sharpness, bringing war and disaster to the world, a feeling of great tribulation and calamity.

In his body, it manifested as this pain of tribulation.

If he couldn't withstand it and overcome it,

it meant he wasn't qualified to absorb the aura of tribulation and slaughter.

If this scene were known to some Qi experts, they would probably think Su Han was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, daring to absorb any kind of heaven and earth energy, even daring to introduce the aura of tribulation and slaughter, which represented punishment and killing, into his body.

Su Han's body finally adapted to the aura of tribulation and slaughter. He began to circulate the Dao Pattern Tempering Bone Method, using the aura of tribulation and slaughter to temper the bones of his entire body. Initially, it was quite smooth. A touch of black appeared in the bones, which were shining with golden light, perfectly blending to form a black-gold light, the baleful aura pressing.

In this state, if he were to fight with others, with every move, he could trigger the aura of tribulation and slaughter to erode the enemy, corrode their vitality, and bring them disaster, his combat power soaring again.

But when he wanted to go further and condense it into a Dao Pattern, he stopped.

A illusory Dao Pattern of Tribulation and Slaughter was imprinted on the origin of his bones, constantly shaking like a reflection on the water surface, as if it would dissipate at any time, making it difficult to continue to materialize, causing Su Han to frown.

What's going on? The aura of tribulation and slaughter is clearly very abundant?

After thinking for a moment, he visualized the Mind Lamp. Light rose from his mind, illuminating his entire mind, temporarily enhancing his comprehension, quickly allowing him to deduce the reason for this situation.

The aura of tribulation and slaughter may be a real thing, a kind of mysterious substance.

But since it contained the word 'tribulation,' it must possess the principle of illusion and reality.

If he wanted to absorb the aura of tribulation and slaughter and turn it into his own, he should also be in the midst of tribulation, in accordance with the meaning of tribulation and slaughter. What he was absorbing in the safe training room could only be called baleful aura, not tribulation and slaughter.

Concluding balefulness, tribulation and slaughter, balefulness arises from tribulation!

He slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and pushed open the door. Although the wind and snow had stopped, the cold wind continued. Yuan Xingkong leaned against the door, obviously having waited for a long time, and said to him:

"If you continue to practice like this, they will be finished fighting."

Su Han smiled slightly:

"I appreciate the Pavilion Master's patience in waiting."

"But the best show often starts last."

In the center of the inner city, on a wide arena that was temporarily built but was incredibly sturdy through unknown means, opponents were already competing and fighting.

Below, the various major forces watched with great interest.

On the stage were Morning Light of the Golden Pavilion and his opponent, Bai Li of the Sword-Bearing Mountain.

Bai Li looked at the blindfolded Morning Light and spoke indifferently:

"Blindfolded swordsman, this attire reminds me of a certain force, the Heart Sword Pavilion, composed of a group of blind people who weren't actually blind, but were later wiped out by my Sword-Bearing Mountain. Are you a survivor?"

"It's a pity, since you dared to come on stage, even the name of the Golden Pavilion can't protect you. You must die on this stage."

Morning Light's expression was calm:

"When did the people of the Sword-Bearing Mountain become so talkative?"

He immediately drew his sword and stabbed at Bai Li.

Bai Li smiled slightly and didn't draw the long sword on his back. Instead, he picked up a tree branch and used it as a sword,

fighting with Morning Light, surprisingly not falling behind and remaining calm.

"Sometimes I really don't understand. You're clearly not even at the Forging Bone stage, yet you dare to come on stage to seek death. Is it hatred that has clouded your mind, or are you so naive as to think that this competition is a fair fight?"

Blocking Morning Light's sword, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

These words couldn't disturb Morning Light's state of mind. He still drew his sword in an orderly and steady manner. As time passed, Bai Li became increasingly impatient and directly drew the long sword on his back.

"Sword-Bearing Mountain only bears swords, never draws them."

"But if it is drawn, its killing power is unparalleled, and blood will surely be seen!"

The forces below exclaimed, believing that this young man from the Golden Pavilion was in danger. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, his strength was ultimately insufficient. Without entering the Forging Bone stage, it was impossible to overcome this obstacle of hard power.

Sure enough, after a few breaths,

Morning Light began to fall behind, and the situation became precarious.

Bai Li was only using ordinary swordsmanship. The sword moves weren't exquisite, but because of the hard power boost, the speed and power of each sword move far exceeded Morning Light's, making it difficult to react.

As the sword light flashed, long hair fell.

If he had reacted half a beat slower just now,

Morning Light would probably have already lost his head.

Although he repeatedly approached death, Morning Light was still resisting stubbornly. Bai Li became increasingly impatient. He had successfully forged his bones, yet he couldn't take down a Tendon-Tempering kid after so long?

He steeled his heart and decided to use a killing move.

But at this moment, Morning Light seemed to sense it and immediately withdrew, jumping off the arena. Without saying a word, he walked back to the Golden Pavilion's camp without turning his head. He had already achieved his purpose.

Bai Li was stunned and reacted, coldly saying:

"You dare to use me as a sword-testing dummy? You're courting death!"

Anger flared in his heart, and the long sword in his hand flew out, as if a flying sword, directly piercing towards Chen Guang. But instantly, Yuan Xingkong, who had arrived, reached out and grabbed it, without any power at all, and threw it back, sticking it on the arena.

“Young man, with such a fiery temper, you won’t live long.”

Yuan Xingkong said indifferently.

“Thank you, Guild Master, for your help.”

Chen Guang came back to his senses and bowed to thank him.

“What's the use of thanking me? Why don't you hurry up and break through? I remember your merit points are already enough, right? You can't even beat a small Bone Forging cultivator.” Yuan Xingkong reprimanded, losing face.

“Guild Master is right.”

Chen Guang was embarrassed, but what could he do? It was too difficult for an Tendon Refinement cultivator to defy a Bone Forging cultivator. Both were geniuses, with similar aptitudes, so he could only rely on his realm and strength.

However, he probably already had a good grasp of this person's swordsmanship.

If he could break through to Bone Forging, he was confident he could defeat him.

“Guild Master, don't be so fierce, Chen Guang has already tried his best.”

Su Han walked out from the crowd, entering the sight of the various forces, smiling and looking at Bai Li on the stage: “If you haven't had enough fighting, I can be your opponent.”

“So this is the so-called number one genius, Su Han?”

“The dragon energy is suspected to have been obtained by this person.”

“Hiding in the Golden Guild for so long, he finally dares to come out?”

Some forces began to whisper.

“So you are Su Han, huh, you do seem a bit stronger than that cowardly Chen, but that's all there is to it.

If you want to defeat me, it's not enough.” Bai Li raised an eyebrow and said coldly.

“Whether it's enough or not, it's better to fight first.”

Su Han stepped onto the arena, the Spiritual Sword Sky in Water already in his hand.

Below the stage, Liu Changfeng looked at this scene with a depressed expression.

That was originally his spiritual sword.

Bai Li glanced at it, somewhat surprised: “Good sword!”

“It's a pity that a pearl is cast before swine, but it doesn't matter, once I defeat you, this sword will naturally be mine.” He continued to speak indifferently, reaching out to take back the long sword stuck on the arena.

But the long sword didn't move at all, stuck in the ground.

For a moment, he was embarrassed, causing many people to snicker.

Below the stage, Yuan Xingkong crossed his arms and sneered.

Although his guild's disciples were disappointing and lost, it didn't mean that others could bully them too much, launching sneak attacks in secret. If there weren't so many people here now, he wouldn't mind letting Bai Li taste what a senior's education was like.

Although he didn't protect his own.

But it didn't mean he would let outsiders step on his face.

Bai Li looked at Yuan Xingkong, his face instantly turned gloomy, and he said coldly: “Good, good, good, is the Golden Guild using its realm to suppress others? Fine, since that's the case, my Sword Carrying Mountain will not hold back either.”

A sword box was brought onto the stage by a Sword Carrying Mountain disciple.

He stroked the ancient wooden sword box and continued: “This sword box nurtures a spiritual sword that has drunk the blood of ten thousand people and can cut gold and break jade with ease. It is called Blood River. Can you withstand it?”

The sword box was opened, and a blood-colored long sword was drawn out. Instantly, a blood mist swirled around it, incomparably mysterious, and its sharpness was extreme.

It was more of a demon sword than a spiritual sword.

“My Sword Carrying Mountain originally did not want to use this sword, as it is harmful to heavenly harmony, but since your Golden Guild is bullying the weak, then don't blame me. Su Han, you will regret the actions of your Guild Master just now!”

Bai Li gripped the Blood River Sword, pointing it at Su Han. He was obviously certain that with so many forces present, Yuan Xingkong would not dare to attack him in public, and he sneered, frantically provoking him.

Su Han smiled, what a hypocritical statement.

The person who launched a sneak attack in secret turned around and said that the Golden Guild was bullying the weak?

Is this kind of person worthy of practicing swordsmanship?

What kind of disciples does Sword Carrying Mountain teach?

But this Blood River Sword is a bit interesting. Its blood energy is so thick, it just so happens that I lack blood energy to evolve the Blood River phenomenon. Perhaps I can extract the blood energy from this sword.

However, compared to Su Han's indifference, the various forces below the stage became serious, looking at the Blood River Sword with fear or desire, and began to discuss it:

“As expected, Sword Carrying Mountain really brought a spiritual sword.”

“I heard that in Sword Carrying Mountain, there are thousands of spiritual swords being nurtured. If any of these swords were to circulate outside, they would all be divine weapons, treasures in the eyes of every swordsman, more important than their lives. Now it is indeed so.”

“This genius young man named Su Han is in trouble. With this spiritual sword in hand, Bai Li's combat power will be greatly enhanced. Even if he only has the strength of a Bone Forging cultivator, he can still fight against a Skin Refining cultivator.”

Some people were filled with emotion.

Why did your Golden Guild provoke a sword fanatic like Sword Carrying Mountain? Don't you know that they have extremely strong killing power,

and that they will kill people lightly and destroy sects heavily?

If Yuan Xingkong hadn't intervened.

this genius young man would probably have really fallen.

“So this is Su Han? Truly interesting.”

Xu Ruohai sat in a chair, looking at the two people on the arena, his eyes locked on Su Han, smiling. Now he was sure that Su Han was definitely not the prince.

But that made him even more interested.

“Lord, should we stop this fight?”

Chen Guanhai whispered beside him. This was Xu Ruohai's order. In front of outsiders, he only needed to call him Lord.

“It doesn't matter, let them fight.”

Xu Ruohai replied calmly. If he couldn't even deal with a disciple from a state-level sect and died, then he wouldn't deserve his continued attention, let alone the subsequent investment and solicitation.

In an inconspicuous part of the crowd, a man and a woman were talking.

“Does he look like him?”

“Very similar.”

“Is that so?”

“Not sure, the appearance is similar, but the temperament is not.”

“Regardless of whether he is or not, there is finally hope.”

The two exchanged brief words and came to a common conclusion. Their eyes were bright. After receiving the news from the Yu Prince's Mansion, the Su family sent the two of them, traveling day and night to this place. Although they didn't get what they wanted most.

But they also saw an unexpected surprise.

On the stage, the two's fight officially began, drawing their swords together.

However, Bai Li felt bored, because he knew very well that once he took out the Blood River Sword, what followed would be a crushing victory. It was like this in the past, and it would be like this now.

It could only be said that the geniuses of small places were not worth mentioning.

The Blood River Sword in his hand was surrounded by a blood mist, and it merged with the blood energy of his body. He himself obtained the blessing of the Blood River Sword, and his combat power soared. At this time, even a Skin Refining expert could fight him.

He planned to kill Su Han quickly to prevent Yuan Xingkong from reacting.

The Golden Guild's reach was too long, which he hated.

The state-level was fine, but was a county-level Golden Guild worthy of managing him? Did it dare to eat alone and monopolize the dragon energy? Today, he would let them see the might of his Sword Carrying Mountain.

Su Han, on the other hand, looked calm.

Out of respect for the spiritual sword, he decided to compete seriously.

Mercury Blood Silver Marrow, blood energy roaring, opening Golden Muscle Jade Meridians, Dragon Tendons stretching, open!

Golden Bones Imperishable, Dragon Tiger Dao Patterns, enhancing life, open!