Even Li Shimin himself didn’t expect the live broadcast to ignite such a massive fire among the demon race, far exceeding all expectations.
This wasn’t just due to Jiang Ke’er’s strength, but also her demeanor—what an enviable figure she was! If they could, which demon wouldn’t want to stand in her place, transforming years of accumulated bitterness and resentment into that very sword light, roaring it out to the world!
Jiang Ke’er did what everyone wanted to do, but dared not, or couldn’t.
The pure white figure charged faster and stronger!
She came to seek the Dao and learn the sword; she never forgot this.
With each clash, her mind became clearer.
Many shackles she previously couldn’t understand or shake off became distinct through these continuous sword strikes and killings.
To avoid being instantly defeated, all the sword cultivators guarding the passes directly employed their strongest signature techniques.
By witnessing these abilities, Jiang Ke’er’s understanding of swordsmanship deepened…
She was still growing stronger! Her movements became more concise and nimble after each confrontation!
To be able to gain combat experience even from fallen opponents, already so strong yet still not giving up on learning…
This sent shivers down the spines of the human cultivators watching.
In a blink of an eye, Jiang Ke’er had already reached the 30th floor.
Every 10 floors was a small hurdle, and every 30 floors was a significant one.
The strength of the cultivators guarding these checkpoints would increase in a geometric, stepped leap!
“She’s reached the 30th floor!”
Whether it was the human sword cultivators watching nearby or the demon cultivators behind the broadcast crystal, all had sweaty palms.
Could this major hurdle of the 30th floor extinguish Jiang Ke’er’s arrogant spirit?
“It’s over! Remember, I am Zhao Mingfa of the Three Saints Sword Sect!” The sword cultivator guarding the 30th floor roared, a brilliant light radiating from his body. He raised his massive heavy sword, as large as a door panel, and brought it crashing down on Jiang Ke’er!
Using clumsiness to break precision, force to break skill, and combining offense and defense—this was the brutal and crude combat philosophy of the Three Saints Sword Sect…
Clearly, this philosophy happened to perfectly counter Jiang Ke’er.
“Ding—”
With a soft clang, Zhao Mingfa froze in place.
Jiang Ke’er’s steps didn’t falter as she brushed past him, stirring up a gust of wind.
The wind gently ruffled, and the colossal profound iron greatsword cracked in response.
Zhao Mingfa’s head was also propelled into the sky by the intense blood pressure, gurgling and rolling down the slope.
The larger something is, the more weaknesses it has.
The easier it is to destroy.
This was a principle Qiao Xiaoxian taught her.
Combined with the power control techniques of the Dao of Skill, with careful observation, breaking large weapons was as easy as slicing a watermelon.
“Thank you for the guidance, you’ve been generous, farewell.”
The 31st floor.
“Thank you… you’ve been generous… farewell.”
32, 33, 34…
Jiang Ke’er could clearly feel that her opponents were getting stronger.
And they always managed to employ incredibly imaginative attack methods, which greatly brightened Jiang Ke’er’s eyes and broadened her horizons.
Stronger, come on, give me more!
Jiang Ke’er wasn’t worried when she encountered powerful opponents; instead, she became even more excited.
She was completely immersed in this continuous process of analysis and learning, as if addicted, only complaining that the knowledge provided by her opponents wasn’t powerful enough.
On this path, all the sword cultivators had become experience points in her eyes… perhaps she would die on the path of leveling up, but it would be worth it!
To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening—that was the swordsmanship she desired!
“Is she a monster?” The cultivators frantically chasing behind Jiang Ke’er cried out repeatedly, “How much spiritual power does she have stored within her? Fighting over thirty battles without taking elixirs, without even needing a rest?!”
“She’s only in the Two Forms realm! Every guard in these hundred sword-debating passes is in the Three Talents stage, yet she completely overwhelms them across realms in both power and speed!”
“As a Three Talents cultivator, I’d probably need half a day’s rest to recover after barely passing the first stage. Although she only used one move per stage, each move was exquisite, each a killing blow, and the spiritual power consumption must be significant… yet she’s broken through over thirty stages without even a gasp!”
“Her spiritual power reserves and recovery speed probably completely outmatch us Three Talents cultivators by dozens of times! And this… she’s only in the Two Forms realm!”
Their worldview was completely shattered; the surrounding cultivators wailed repeatedly, cursing the pass-guarding cultivators in their hearts for being so ineffective.
She’s just a little monster in the Two Forms realm, can you guys even do it or not?!
Quick, stop her!
Meanwhile, the demon race spectators, both present and absent, were boiling with excitement, their hearts surging.
They hadn’t seen such an exhilarating scene in hundreds of years!
Even demon fantasy novel authors wouldn’t dare to write something like this! Yet reality was even more absurd than fiction; something utterly unimaginable was actually happening!
Jiang Ke’er was like an arrow shot from the foot of the mountain, piercing through all obstacles in her path, flying straight towards the mountaintop.
All the demons and humans watching her had, at some point, begun silently counting.
47, 48, 49…
Next was the 50th stage, another even greater leap in difficulty.
Jiang Ke’er, it’s about time you died, isn’t it?