"You’re not wrong in that understanding," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"The more powerful the person setting up the complete Six Elements Indestructible Array, the stronger the power of the formation.
Can a formation set up by a Divine Vein expert compare to one set up by a Great Emperor? Naturally, many aspects will differ when different people set up the same formation."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Sword Twenty-One nodded.
He felt that his visit to the Tianwu Convention had not only exposed him to the younger generation but also taught him many insights.
The Six Elements Indestructible Array truly was the pinnacle of formation arts, but it also depended on who was setting it up.
"Both are peak Divine Vein experts, yet this Primordial is so much stronger," Sword Twenty-One exclaimed.
"Having a Primordial Body and being stronger than others of the same realm is quite normal, isn’t it?" Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
Within the same realm, many factors can influence one’s combat strength.
For instance, the cultivation technique practiced, the strength of the True Fate, and so on.
But since they all were key disciples nurtured by the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, these aspects could be compensated for even if there was any deficiency.
Only the Battle Body was an unstable factor that greatly boosted strength.
"The Fourth Battle Body, the Primordial Body," Sword Twenty-One said enviously.
"The Li Mubai I lost to before also possesses the Hundred Arms Battle Body, right?"
At this, Xu Qingshan reflected, "You practice the Sword Dao, and to speak of our True Martial Holy Sect, we also have the most suitable Battle Body for you.
Our Ancestor, the True Martial Great Emperor, was truly benevolent, leaving behind his True Martial Sword Body within the sect, though it was obtained by the Sect Master."
"I know," Sword Twenty-One nodded and said.
"If you could become the Saint Heir of our sect, perhaps you would have a chance to obtain the True Martial Sword Body," Xu Qingshan said.
"Let’s not even talk about Mo Er; even Xiang Qianheng is a head above you. The position of Saint Heir in our True Martial Holy Sect isn’t so easy to secure."
"But as a man living in this world, who doesn’t want to live a life unrestrained, to truly make a name for themselves, and live a life full of glory?" Sword Twenty-One replied.
"That’s why the path ahead of you is still very long, and everyone has different opportunities."
Xu Qingshan consoled, "Whatever choice you ultimately make, as long as you have no regrets, that’s what matters."
The two on the stage were still fighting.
However, it was clear that Mo Chen was already being completely suppressed.
With a palm strike from Primordial, a rumble of Wind and Thunder shook the area and the whole platform shattered, opening numerous cracks that spread like a spider’s web.
And the Six Elements Indestructible Array was directly shattered, with Mo Chen’s figure flying backwards.
He heavily crashed to the side, stood up, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and clutched at his chest.
"Give up, I’ve already held back," Primordial said indifferently.
Mo Chen’s gaze shifted several times, and eventually he took a deep breath and said to the referee on the side, "I concede."
He could continue the fight, but Mo Chen knew he couldn’t win.
With the matches for the top sixteen concluded, the remaining eight finalists were also determined.
These eight were Baili Xiao, Primordial, Xiang Qianheng, Chi Xue, Li Mubai, Tian Mozi, Xuanyuan Xuantian, and Xian Linger.
Among these eight, except for Xian Linger, who was from the first-rate power Immortal Spirit Sect, and Li Mubai, who was a Loose Cultivator, the other six were all from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
This was the so-called difficulty for someone from a poor background to become a Prime Minister; the disparity in resources and perspectives was significant.
Most Loose Cultivators simply faded into obscurity. Even those with good aptitudes could hardly compare with these Saint Heirs.
The battles for the top eight were about to start without a moment’s delay.
Before the top eight began, a sudden "boom" of an explosion erupted from afar.
This caught everyone’s attention.
A mushroom cloud rose in the distance, followed by a loud shout, "Someone is forcibly breaking into the Heavenly Primordial Small World."
Patriarch Baili, Clan Leader Baili Chengfeng, slowly stood up from his seat.
He didn’t rush over, because in his perception, the other party had already broken through the small world’s blockade.
"Who is it, so bold," someone whispered secretly.
"Daring to barge into the Baili Family."
The crowd looked up and saw that the color of the distant horizon had changed.
A group of people was flying towards them through the air; a dense crowd made everyone feel pressure.
"They’re here," Da Zhi the monk said from the side.
"We just need to watch the show," Xu Zimei said.
The leader of this group was none other than Gong Yuner, dressed in a blue robe, noble and elegant.
Behind her followed thirteen people in black robes of varying ages, but all of them exuded formidable might.
Letting people know they were not to be trifled with.
"Who are you?" the Baili Family asked with a frown.
"Do not be angry, Patriarch Baili, and everyone else, don’t be tense," Gong Yuner said as she slowly landed, smiling.
"I’ve just heard that the once-a-century Heavenly Martial Assembly is being held here, and as a member of the Eastern Continent.
I was curious and came to take a look."
"You haven’t answered me, who are you?" the Baili Family asked with a frown.
One of the Baili Family’s elders seemed to be getting impatient; he flew up and went straight for Gong Yuner with an oppressive force.
Just then, one of the thirteen in black robes behind Gong Yuner,
an elder, stepped into the air and intercepted the Baili Family’s elder.
With a wave of his right hand, he moved as swiftly as a mighty eagle, stretching several tens of centimeters.
His speed was extremely fast, and before the elder could react, he had pierced through his neck.
Blood dripped down, and the body of the Baili Family’s elder was suspended high in the air.
Seeing this scene, everyone around frowned slightly.
Clearly, the visitor bore ill intentions.
"You disrupt the Heavenly Martial Assembly, it’s like opposing the entire Eastern Continent," said Baili Chengfeng in a cold voice.
He didn’t say the Baili Family but brought the entire Eastern Continent into it, not believing the other party would really dare to do so.
"Patriarch Baili has misunderstood, I just wanted to see this Heavenly Martial Assembly, to see if there is anyone worth my while," said Gong Yuner.
"How does that equate to disrupting the Heavenly Martial Assembly?"
"You," Baili Chengfeng rebuked angrily.
"The Heavenly Martial Assembly has its own rules, how can we allow you to meddle and point fingers."
"That’s correct, which power do you belong to, daring to interfere with the Heavenly Martial Assembly," at this time, people from another force stood up as well.
They said, "Even the Central Continent doesn’t have this privilege."
Watching the people at the scene reprimand her with furious eyes, Gong Yuner was not in a hurry.
Instead, she pressed her hand down and said with a smile, "How about we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" asked Baili Chengfeng with a frown.
"If I participate in the Heavenly Martial Assembly and win first place, all of you present must agree to one of my conditions," Gong Yuner said.
"If I lose, I will leave now, and never interfere with anything."
"Are you joking?" someone laughed loudly from the side.
"What an absurd discussion, is this supposed to be a bet? Lost and just want to walk away?"
"Then I’ll make it clear," Gong Yuner was not irritated.
Again, she compensated, saying, "If I lose, I leave, and I’ll spare all of your lives here, how about that?"