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A few people whispered their warnings.

Xiao Yi nodded his thanks to them but did not move an inch.

Seeing this, the others said no more, only feeling that Xiao Yi was too confident, "Young people haven\'t suffered enough; they don\'t know how treacherous the world can be!"

"We\'ve warned him. If he doesn\'t run, it\'s not our fault!"

Fang Qingzhu looked at Xiao Yi worriedly, "Brother Xiao Yi, we..."

"Don\'t worry!"

Xiao Yi waved his hand dismissively; he had slaughtered students from the Martial Arts Institute before and said, "Qingzhu, remember to stay close to me once we enter the Sword Tomb!"

"Okay!"

Fang Qingzhu nodded.

Half a day passed by swiftly.

The sun set in the west, and the silver moon began to rise.

Dong!

A dull bell toll suddenly sounded, and nearly two thousand formidable figures rose up in unison, their eyes blazing as they looked toward the hundred-foot-high hill before them. The hill lay within Mingjian Manor, and the Sword Tomb was built into the belly of this hill. As the rumble sounded, the stone door to the Tomb opened.

Two Divine Skill practitioners from Sword Mountain Manor stood to the left and right, watching the crowd, "Gentlemen, the Sword Tomb will be open for an hour. Whether or not you obtain a Yuan weapon, you must come out within that time. Otherwise, you will be locked inside the Sword Tomb, and to come out, you will have to wait until next year\'s opening!"

"No worries, we understand the rules!"

"If you haven\'t gained recognition from a famed sword within an hour, then you\'re just not destined for the swords inside. Staying longer would be a waste of time!"

The crowd responded one after another.

The two Divine Skill practitioners were not the least bit displeased by the interruption and said indifferently, "Inside the Sword Tomb, there are a total of 18,000 Grade One swords, 1,800 Grade Two swords, 180 Grade Three swords, and 18 Grade Four swords. Among them, six are regarded as the ten great famous swords of the Tianqing Kingdom, but five have already been taken, leaving only the last one still within the Sword Tomb!"

The other continued, "Inside the Sword Tomb, you will see various sword steles, each representing a famous sword. As long as you gain the sword\'s acknowledgment, you can take it with you. Gentlemen, please enter the Sword Tomb!"

The crowd hurried toward the entrance of the Sword Tomb.

Xiao Yi and Fang Qingzhu walked shoulder to shoulder, but at the entrance, they encountered the fat man whom he had blasted away earlier.

The fat man glared at Xiao Yi with venomous hatred; at his side were a young man and woman.

Both were clad in brocade robes, and their Qi-Blood surged like dragons and tigers, their cultivation clearly at least at the Fifth Layer of the Spiritual Power Realm.

The fat man pointed at Xiao Yi and said to the young man, "Brother Fan, this is the bastard who hit me!"

The brocad-robed young man squinted at Xiao Yi and said coolly, "You\'ve got guts to strike someone connected to Yun Fan. I\'ll give you a chance to end yourself. If I make a move, you won\'t even be able to die easily!"

Xiao Yi snorted coldly, "A good dog doesn\'t block the way!"

"Hm?"

Yun Fan\'s face darkened, and he sneered, "Very well, very well. Since I became a Profound Level disciple of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, you\'re the first to speak to me like that. You could have died quickly if you chose to commit suicide, but since you..."

Yun Fan\'s voice suddenly cut off.

His body flew backward involuntarily, blood spewing from his mouth as he crashed with a thud ten meters away.

Hiss!

The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded, watching Xiao Yi in disbelief, "What, what just happened? What exactly went down just now?"

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"I, I didn\'t even see how he made his move..."

Yun Fan was spitting out blood, struggling several times to get up, only to heavily crash back onto the ground each time.

The fatty and the brocade-robed woman wore expressions of astonishment, looking at each other, before turning their gaze to Xiao Yi in unison. The fatty said with a venomous look, "You dare injure Yun Fan? You\'re dead meat. His brother is Yun Lei, the super genius on the Heavenly Qing Dragon and Tiger List. He will never let you go!"

"Enough noise!"

With a casual slap, Xiao Yi\'s palm landed on the fatty\'s face. The latter\'s head snapped around, his neck twisting grotesquely like a braided rope, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, dead.

The fatty\'s repeated provocations had thoroughly enraged him.

He was a Heaven-Suppressing Godly General.

Subduing the heavens, the God-Sealing Demon-Suppressing.

How could he endure repeated provocation?

His eyes swept over the brocade-robed woman as he said coldly, "You should feel lucky that I don\'t hit women; otherwise, you would be a corpse by now!"

"You, you\'re insane, you dare..." As the brocade-robed woman was speaking, her face too was met with a slap.

She covered her face in disbelief, turning to look at Fang Qingzhu who had appeared before her.

Fang Qingzhu\'s palm moved like a phantom, as slap after slap landed on the woman\'s face incessantly, making her see stars and dizzying her. It was then that she stopped, dusting her hands off and saying, "Xiao Yi doesn\'t deign to strike women, but I quite enjoy beating them. If you dare point fingers at Xiao Yi again, I\'ll twist your neck off!"

With tears welling up in her eyes and a face full of fear, the brocade-robed woman didn\'t dare to say another word.

Fang Qingzhu returned to her gentle demeanor, taking Xiao Yi\'s arm, "Xiao Yi, let\'s go."

Xiao Yi sighed, following her into the Sword Tomb.

Two powerhouses from Mingjian Manor exchanged glances. Such slaughter was commonplace in Sword Mountain Manor; which year had the Sword Tomb opening not resulted in the death of hundreds? They had long grown accustomed to it, and with a call, they ordered someone to carry the fatty\'s body away.

Only then did they turn to Yun Fan and the other, "Do you still want to enter the Sword Tomb?"

"Enter my ass!"

Yun Fan cursed angrily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a ferocious murderous intent, "Dare to hit me? If I don\'t tear him to pieces, I might as well write my name, Yun Fan, backwards..."

"Fan, you must avenge me!" the brocade-robed woman said with a swollen face, looking pitiful.

The murderous intent in Yun Fan\'s eyes grew more intense: "My brother has some connections with the Third Elder of Sword Mountain Manor. I\'ll go to him right now... This dog dares to hit me? And to kill my dog? I\'ll make sure he\'s torn to pieces..."

The brocade-robed woman\'s eyes flickered with a biting chill, and she gritted her teeth, "And that disgusting woman, I\'ll scratch her face, then find a bunch of beggars to publicly humiliate her..."

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Inside the Sword Tomb.

This was within the belly of the mountain, yet it was a world unto itself.

The tomb was circular, surrounded by layers of caves, each housing a sword stele. In the very center, there was a gigantic circular cavern stretching over a kilometer, as if it led straight to the heart of the earth.

Below...

Strands of molten lava rolled, their fiery red color illuminating the entire Sword Tomb; the lower one went, the higher the temperature.

At the same time...

The stronger the swords became!

"Xiao Yi, there are so many sword steles here, how do we choose?" Fang Qingzhu was somewhat dazzled by the view; the Sword Tomb contained over a hundred thousand steles, creating a dizzying array.

Xiao Yi was about to speak, but his expression shifted, looking towards the deepest part of the Sword Tomb, "Over there... It seems like something is calling out to me?"

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