The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Before long, everyone had aligned with their respective numbers and stood before their designated spots.

Tianxing said, "Alright, next, let me explain the way this trial will proceed. You need to raise the longsword in your hand. When I say begin, throw your longsword up to a height of one hundred zhang. As it falls, catch it. In the end, the top one hundred performers will proceed to the final trial! Your performance will be judged by the height you can throw the longsword. The higher the sword goes, the better your final score will be. So, I hope you all try to throw your swords as high as possible, giving you a chance to enter the final trial!"

"Just that simple?" Everyone felt relieved, thinking that with this method, the stronger their physical strength, the better their chances to advance to the final trial.

"Alright, everyone get ready to draw your swords!" Tianxing suddenly shouted. Hearing Tianxing’s words, everyone became alert and drew their longswords. However, once they had drawn the swords, many were shocked because they discovered the weight of the swords was terrifying, like a small mountain, suppressing their arms. Holding the sword was difficult enough, let alone throwing it three hundred meters high; it seemed nearly impossible. They realized, belatedly, how naive they had been before.

Nonetheless, Ye Feng remained calm and composed, holding the longsword in his hand. It’s important to note that Ye Feng’s Burning Sky Annihilation Body had reached the third level of conception, and his physical strength was comparable to, if not exceeding, that of a Sanctum Ascension Great Perfection expert.

To him, the weight of the longsword was nothing at all.

As for Long Yu and Jiuyi, one being a peak Daoist Lord of Proof of Dao and the other a Dao Sect Great Perfection, throwing the longsword posed no problem for them. As long as one’s cultivation or combat abilities reached the later stages of Proof of Dao, throwing the longsword to one hundred zhang was no problem.

At this time, Tianxing shouted loudly, "Listen to my command, everyone get ready, throw!"

Upon command, people nearly simultaneously threw their longswords, while those martial artists below the later stages of Proof of Dao could only throw about sixty or seventy zhang before being unable to go any higher.

Soon afterward, the longswords fell straight down, crashing to the ground, marking their failure.

Meanwhile, many Daoists’ swords continued to rise, reaching eighty, ninety, and then ninety-nine zhang. Many people were smiling with satisfaction, feeling that they were about to achieve their goal.

"Buzz buzz buzz~~" But at this moment, at the ninety-nine zhang location, a prohibition barrier suddenly appeared.

The longswords they threw collided with the prohibition barrier and were directly bounced back at terrifying speeds that left no time to react.

"Swish swish swish~~" The longswords descended rapidly, and the martial artists frantically fled, trying to avoid the swords.

"Puff puff puff~~" However, many martial artists couldn’t escape and were pierced by the falling swords, blood splattering, dying instantly, and collapsing lifelessly on the ground.

"Crack crack crack~~" Crisp sounds echoed while many people’s longswords shattered the barrier and surged past the one hundred zhang mark, then plummeted swiftly while people watched on.

Breaking through the barrier, the falling swords didn’t have increased momentum from the barrier, hence catching them wasn’t overly difficult. People showed relief in their eyes, as one by one they caught their falling longswords.

During this first sword throw, over a thousand people managed to catch their longswords, but about six hundred were killed by their own swords upon descent.

Additionally, around four hundred did not catch the falling swords, and were thus eliminated, transported out of the great hall by Tianxing, losing the opportunity to obtain the Primordial Spirit completely.

The approximately one thousand individuals who caught their swords realized that simply catching the swords wasn’t nearly enough because only one hundred people would enter the final trial.

So they needed to throw their longswords even higher, but they had already seen the prohibition barrier at one hundred zhang, unsure if there were more barriers higher up.

Everyone hesitated whether or not to proceed with the second attempt, but Tianxing gave no time for contemplation, decisively shouting, "Get ready, starting the second round immediately, three, two, one! Throw!"

"Swish swish swish~~" At this, one martial artist after another threw their swords, having learned about the barrier at one hundred zhang, so they exerted more strength in their throws.

The longswords flew rapidly, soon reaching the one hundred zhang mark, where they broke through the barrier at ninety-nine zhang and surged higher.

At one hundred fifty, one hundred sixty, one hundred seventy, one hundred ninety zhang, finally at one hundred ninety-nine zhang, indeed another prohibition barrier appeared, stronger than the previous one.

"Buzz buzz buzz~~" This prohibition barrier stirred waves, releasing terrifying rebound force.

This force rebounded their longswords downward instantly, with swords of over five hundred individuals failing to pass through the one hundred ninety-nine zhang barrier. The terrifying descent speed was so utmost extreme that about three hundred people couldn’t evade, getting pierced by the swords and dying instantly.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng and his group’s swords successfully reached two hundred zhang, plummeting straight down from the void...