"Chen Bei, do you have any objections?"

"None!"

"Good, activate the Bloodsun Battle Platform!"

"One side loses if they concede or are unable to resist!"

"No maiming or killing allowed!"

"Begin!"

Four elders made a series of hand gestures, and the protective barrier on the battle platform at the edge of the training ground was opened.

The Bloodsun Five Tigers leaped onto the battle platform, positioning themselves in a strategic formation.

You had to admit, these guys were really cautious. Even with the rules set, they were still wary of falling into the trap of this personal disciple.

Chen Bei raised his arm, shook his sword, and leaped onto the platform.

"That's the Peak Master's Blood-Drinking Sword!"

"Chen Bei, do you have no shame?"

"Didn't you just agree to the rules?"

"I..."

Chen Bei looked at the sword in his hand, shook his head, and put it back into his spatial pouch.

He glanced around, then leaped to the edge of the training ground, broke off a willow branch, and swung it a few times, finding it quite handy.

"Is this okay now?"

With that, Chen Bei jumped back onto the platform.

"A willow branch?"

"Has Chen Bei gone mad?"

"How can a willow branch withstand True Essence and sword energy?"

"Is he giving up?"

"Doesn't look like it, though?"

Buzz...

As the elders cast their spells, the barrier on the battle platform closed.

"The battle begins!"

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

"Chen Bei, you're courting death!"

"From now on at Bloodsun Peak, even if you're a senior personal disciple, you'll have to tuck your tail between your legs when you see us!"

"At Bloodsun Peak, we only respect strength, not status! Today, we'll teach you a lesson!"

"Even if you're holding a willow branch, we won't hold back!"

"Today, we'll beat the crap out of you!"

The five drew their swords, and sword energy surged forth.

"Destruction Sword Style!"

Though at the Prenatal Realm, they hadn't yet reached the overwhelming might of advanced techniques, their True Essence could still be unleashed with their attacks.

Within the barrier of the battle platform, five fierce sword beams, each several feet long, sent chills down the spine.

Swish...

Chen Bei swung the willow branch forward, and it instantly straightened.

Without a trace of True Essence, it visibly exuded an unstoppable aura.

"Wave Sword Style!"

The move was a defensive sword technique from the Heavenly Sword Art of Mingyuan.

The branch moved with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, tapping five times.

The five powerful sword energies dissipated into nothingness three feet away from the willow branch.

"How is this possible?"

The Bloodsun Five Tigers were shocked. Their full-force attack was so easily neutralized.

Their opponent hadn't even used True Essence, just a casually plucked willow branch.

Outside the platform, the elders were anything but calm.

"Sword Intent! It's Sword Intent!"

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"Am I seeing things?"

"How could a disciple have cultivated Sword Intent?"

"Without hundreds of years of enlightenment, how could Sword Intent appear?"

"It must be a mistake, definitely a mistake!"

"Yes! It's a mistake!"

Boom...

Chen Bei's lips curled into a slight smile, and a sonic boom erupted from his feet as True Essence surged.

His figure flickered, darting towards one of the opponents like a specter.

The willow branch in his hand glowed faintly, enveloped in True Essence.

It lashed out like a venomous whip, striking the opponent's body.

This was no technique, just like an enraged father disciplining a rebellious son.

Whap, whap, whap...

"Ah..."

The disciple had no time to react before Chen Bei struck him over a dozen times, eliciting a series of miserable cries.

Instantly, blood marks appeared on his robe, and his handsome face was crisscrossed with bloody welts from the willow branch.

"Hiss..."

The onlookers gasped, feeling as if the willow branch had struck them.

Their muscles clenched involuntarily, and their hair stood on end.

"And you all!"

Chen Bei moved swiftly, appearing beside the remaining four tigers.

Their attacks were effortlessly deflected by Chen Bei, unable to touch him at all.

They couldn't fathom how the willow branch could withstand their sword energy without breaking.

Of course, Sword Intent was beyond their reach.

Whap, whap, whap...

The sound of the willow branch whipping echoed throughout the training ground, making everyone's scalp tingle.

The five were evenly beaten, with welts on their buttocks, backs, thighs, arms, and faces. None were spared, each marked with bloody lines.

The pain was real.

The injuries were not severe.

They couldn't touch Chen Bei, and they feared hurting their teammates.

Especially with the basic sword technique of the Mingyuan Sword Sect, the Heavenly Sword Art of Mingyuan, which lacked truly powerful killing moves.

The rules didn't restrict Chen Bei; instead, they restricted themselves.

The five were beaten to the point of wailing, feeling utterly humiliated.

The mighty Bloodsun Five Tigers had lost all semblance of dignity.

The spectators below were dumbfounded, unable to believe that Chen Bei, a newly admitted personal disciple, could defeat the Bloodsun Five Tigers with just a willow branch.

"Beat the crap out of me? Go ahead and try!"

Whap, whap, whap...

"Weren't you going to teach me a lesson?"

Whap, whap, whap...

The willow branch, protected by Chen Bei's True Essence, was now frayed from the beating.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Senior Personal Disciple, please stop!"

"We concede!"

"We concede!"

Whoosh...

Hearing the Bloodsun Five Tigers scream for mercy, Chen Bei retreated to the opposite side of the five.

The five were now nursing their wounds, grimacing in pain.

No internal injuries, but the pain made them grit their teeth.

The Bloodsun Five Tigers had faced countless life-and-death trials and suffered numerous injuries.

They had never flinched from severe wounds, but now they were begging for mercy from mere superficial injuries.

"Anyone else?"

Chen Bei stood on the battle platform, scanning the disciples, and challenged them.

The disciples fell silent, instinctively stepping back a few paces.

The Bloodsun Five Tigers hadn't gained an inch; what chance did they have? They'd only get beaten worse.

"No one? Then I'll choose!"

"Sampang, Haozi! Who bullied you? Point them out to me!"

Jin Sanpang and Wu Tianhao were still in shock.

A seventeen-year-old boy had faced five late-stage Prenatal Realm opponents and forced them to beg for mercy.

Strong! Strong beyond their comprehension, absurdly strong.

"Who dares to bully my Chen Bei, and now doesn't dare to step forward?"

Chen Bei's words changed the expressions of everyone present.

Bullying new disciples was a tradition among Bloodsun Peak disciples, and likely everyone present had bullied these two boys.

"Elders! Is this how you manage the inner sect? Are these the inner disciples and core disciples of Bloodsun Peak?"

"Bullying the weak, picking on new disciples, is this what you've taught them?"

"Since no one is speaking up, I'll teach you a lesson as your senior personal disciple!"

"Sword, come!"