Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 654 Nascent Soul Gu Cultivator! 1 Sword!

Upon hearing this, the Gu cultivators of the Blood Gu Department below the stage began to clamor.

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "Lord Wuchi, stop wasting words with him, just kill him with one blow!"

Someone else chimed in sarcastically, "The eunuchs of Zhao should hurry up and admit defeat, lest they get beaten to a pulp later!"

Qin Zhan sat on the east side of the stands, his brows furrowed.

The difference between the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm is indeed significant. However, thinking of Chen Fan's victory over Li Jiuyuan in the Boundless Sea, he felt somewhat reassured, since this kid never played by the rules.

Duan Wuliang, however, perked up and stood beside Song Tianren, sneering, "Wu Chi is one of the top three experts in the Blood Gu Clan, and his Blood Gu Demonic Arts are unfathomable. Chen Fan has met his match this time."

Song Tianren stood with his hands behind his back, without replying.

His gaze fell on Chen Fan, and the contempt he had shown during the battles between Gu worms and Gu formations was gone from his dark eyes, replaced by a cautious stare.

His intuition told him that this eunuch's strength went far beyond just Gu worms and formations. But he couldn't say exactly how strong he was.

However, we can use Wu Chi as a litmus test to probe Chen Fan's true strength.

Wang Zhenyue sat upright in the west wing, his face still expressionless, but his fingers on the armrest tapped lightly, the rhythm a little faster than usual.

On the stage, Chen Fan ignored the taunts and mockery around him.

He slowly walked to the center of the arena, stopped ten steps in front of Wuchi, and reached out to draw the eleventh sword from his waist.

There was no burst of spiritual power, no overwhelming sword intent.

He simply drew his sword, held it level, and pointed the tip at Wuchi. The movement was as simple as a farmer raising his hoe, devoid of any fuss or grime.

Wu Chi stared at the unremarkable gray-white longsword, momentarily stunned, then threw his head back and burst into laughter: "That's it? I thought you had some extraordinary magic weapon, but it's just a broken sword whose grade you can't even tell. Is this all the wealth your Zhao Kingdom's top retainer possesses? Fine, fine, I'll give you three moves. If you can even touch a hem of my robe within those three moves, I'll concede defeat!"

"The duel begins!"

The moment the words fell, Wu Chi's body erupted with a burst of blood mist, transforming into a blood-red protective shield that enveloped him.

The protective shield was three feet thick, with blood patterns flowing across its surface, radiating a terrifying pressure at the Nascent Soul level. He formed hand seals, and nine fist-sized blood beads condensed in front of him. Each blood bead contained a Nascent Soul level blood worm, whose chirping was deafening.

Instead of making the first move, he stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for Chen Fan to make the first move!

Just as he said, he wanted to let Chen Fan make three moves.

Chen Fan made his move.

There was no build-up of momentum, no incantation, and no barrage of sword shadows.

He simply held Eleven and gently thrust it towards Wuchi.

This thrust was unremarkable, neither fast nor slow, at the perfect angle, and without even a sound of air being cut.

Strangely, the blood mist shield that Wuchi had laid down was like paper before this sword strike, silently cracking open with a thin fissure. The sword tip passed through the fissure, and the blood mist automatically parted to the sides, as if making way for the sword.

Wu Chi's pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented sense of crisis shot from his spine straight to the top of his head.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but found that no matter which direction he dodged, the sword would definitely pierce him.

The causal sword intent is unavoidable.

He let out a fierce shout and detonated all nine blood beads in front of him, transforming them into a blood shield more than ten feet thick to block his way.

At the same time, a flash of blood appeared beneath his feet, and he retreated rapidly.

Useless.

The moment the sword tip touched the blood shield, the blood patterns on the shield shattered inch by inch, and the entire blood shield rippled like the surface of a lake where a stone had been thrown in, before collapsing with a roar.

The sword tip pierced through the blood shield, the blood mist, and the protective aura, stopping precisely three inches in front of Wu Chi's throat.

From drawing the sword to pointing it at the throat, it took only a breath.

Wu Chi stood frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. His Adam's apple bobbed as he clearly felt the icy sharpness of the sword tip.

He had no doubt that if Chen Fan wanted to, this sword could pierce his throat and shatter his soul along with it.

"You lost." Chen Fan's voice was as calm as still water.

Wu Chi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out.

He glanced down at his chest; six of the nine life-bound blood beads were broken, and the remaining three were covered in cracks. It would take hundreds of years of arduous cultivation to fully recover.

Wu Chi's legs trembled slightly, not from his injuries, but from fear. The intent of that sword strike was too terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't even see the trajectory of the sword. He only felt an invisible force sealing off all his escape routes.

"I...I concede." Wu Chi's voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper rubbing against dry wood. He took a step back, bowed deeply to Chen Fan, and then staggered off the stage.

This bow was not a gesture of respect for the gold medal, but rather an expression of reverence for the sword.

The entire room fell silent.

The Gu cultivators of the Blood Gu Clan were all ashen-faced, and those who had been the loudest in mocking Chen Fan just moments before now had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

Wu Chi, a master in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and one of the top three experts in the Blood Gu Clan, couldn't even withstand a single sword strike!

Qin Zhan suddenly stood up, threw his head back, and laughed loudly, the sound of which made the entire east-side stands tremble slightly. Although he had known that Chen Fan was extraordinary, he hadn't expected that this kid could kill an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike.

This is no longer the strength one should have at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage; it is clearly at the level of a half-step Deity Transformation or even higher.

Song Tianren stood at the edge of the stands, a hint of unprecedented solemnity flashing in his dark pupils.

He saw it clearly.

The power of that sword strike lies not in the sword technique itself, but in the sword intent!

Those locked onto by this sword cannot dodge in any direction and can only take the blow head-on. Taking this sword head-on is equivalent to taking all of Chen Fan's cultivation and sword intent. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage cannot withstand it, and even an early-stage Deity Transformation cultivator will pay a heavy price.

"That's more like it." A cold smile curled at the corner of Song Tianren's lips, and a long-lost fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that the humiliation of being tricked in the Boundless Sea was not so important anymore. What mattered was that he had finally met an opponent worthy of his all-out battle.

Defeating Chen Fan fairly and squarely on the stage would not only wash away all the shame, but also prove that his title as the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage was well-deserved.

On the west side of the stands, Wang Zhenyue sat upright in his seat, expressionless. He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen no fewer than a hundred sword cultivators, but he had never seen such a bizarre sword intent.

That sword strike appeared ordinary, but in reality, it incorporated a certain artistic conception into its movement. Such swordsmanship was beyond the realm that a Nascent Soul cultivator should possess.

If this child is not eliminated, he believes he will become a major threat in the future.