# Chapter 632: The First Jade Key
Outside the Flood Dragon Grotto, around the main battle platform of the Snow Domain Grand Competition, countless pairs of expectant eyes were fixed tightly on the single exit of the Flood Dragon Grotto.
No one had come out yet. Who would be the first person to emerge from the Flood Dragon Grotto?
Expectation. Their gazes were filled entirely with the light of expectation.
"Leaving aside the first person, tell me, who do you think will be the first five to step out?" someone began discussing aloud.
"The first five are hard to say, but Imperial Mausoleum will definitely be one of them. Also, I'm quite optimistic about Duan Wudao and Blood Fiend. These three will likely be the top three."
"I don't think so. In my opinion, perhaps Jun Moxi won't be so low-key this time. The final battle is about to begin; he should start exerting himself now. He will definitely be one of the top three."
The crowd speculated among themselves, but most of their guesses revolved around those eight strongest geniuses, not bothering to guess about others.
Xue Wuchang stood on the battle platform, his gaze calm as he looked toward the exit of the Flood Dragon Grotto. He too was curious—who would be the first to walk out?
Imperial Mausoleum was impressive. Duan Wudao was also formidable. Jun Moxi was equally unfathomable. And the other five were not weak either.
Of course, besides these eight, there were many other talented geniuses. Every Snow Domain Grand Competition always had one or two dark horses who exceeded expectations. He believed this time would be no exception. Soon he would see which dark horse would emerge.
Only when the final battle concluded would anyone know the ultimate rankings. Xue Wuchang understood clearly that even during the battle for the top nine seats, there would be one greatest variable—a variable that would disrupt everyone's strength distribution and affect the entire ranking situation.
To be honest, since this year's Snow Domain Grand Competition fell under his supervision, he felt both anticipation and excitement in his heart. Watching so many geniuses rise was truly a wonderful thing.
Inside the Flood Dragon Grotto, not far from the exit, on the Flood Dragon Bridge, Lin Feng and the Ninth Person stood facing each other. At this moment, Lin Feng's Blood Drinking Sword had already been drawn from its sheath, held firmly in his hand. A bloody radiance swirled in the void, extremely dazzling.
"I didn't expect that when he fought me, he still hadn't used all his strength."
The Eighth Person leaned against the Flood Dragon Bridge, watching Lin Feng with great interest. Just how strong was this guy's true strength?
True Yuan howled, surging into the Blood Drinking Sword. The blood light grew increasingly brilliant and dazzling, releasing terrifying blood energy. Within the blood energy, there was also a fearsome sword intent.
Taking slow steps forward, Lin Feng held the Blood Drinking Sword diagonally in his hand and walked toward the Ninth Person.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng swung his sword, releasing the power of Sword Dao Will. That terrifying blood light was as fast as lightning, instantly arriving before the Ninth Person.
The Ninth Person's gaze was calm. He raised his hand, and terrifying True Yuan formed a vortex, gradually devouring the blood light until it disappeared.
Lin Feng naturally didn't think that one sword strike could deal with a Ninth Layer Mysterious Martial Realm expert. Leaping up, Lin Feng crossed to the front of the Ninth Person and swung his sword horizontally. The Blood Drinking Sword was as thin as a wing, like a fine line.
The Ninth Person's abdomen slightly contracted. The sword passed before his body, failing to harm him in the slightest.
But just as the Blood Drinking Sword's momentum was about to exhaust, it suddenly stopped, then reversed direction, slanting upward in a stab, slashing from bottom to top with incredible speed. If one's strength were insufficient, they simply couldn't dodge this perfect trajectory change.
A gentle breeze brushed past. The Ninth Person's body moved horizontally, forcibly drifting backward.
"Third sword!"
Lin Feng didn't even blink. Another blood light bloomed, following like a shadow, sword light spitting out.
"Extinguish!"
Forced back by Lin Feng, the Ninth Person snorted coldly. Terrifying True Yuan trembled, causing the sword light to annihilate. He no longer wished to retreat, stepping forward instead. Terrifying force pressed down on Lin Feng, causing his entire body to tighten.
"Strangle!"
Lin Feng shouted coldly. Blood-colored sword light crisscrossed through the air. The entire space was filled with blood light, sword after sword. In the void, a dazzling blood character appeared.
Seven consecutive swords—seven lightning-fast swords, seven swords completed in one breath, each sword reaching the pinnacle of subtlety.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
The Eighth Person exclaimed in admiration. Marvelous. Lin Feng's swordsmanship was too exquisite. Every sword was so perfect, forcing the opponent into a desperate situation. And each sword's power was so great. Unfortunately, Lin Feng was facing the Ninth Person. If it were him, he would probably be in a sorry state by now.
"Eleventh sword, kill!"
Lin Feng roared in anger, slashing his sword onto the blood character. That blood-colored big character transformed into a blood-colored prison, containing endless Sword Dao intent, attacking toward the Ninth Person.
The Ninth Person continuously retreated, his entire body surrounded by howling True Yuan force. On his robe, a blood character had actually appeared, showing that Lin Feng's seven swords had nearly pierced his body each time.
"Scram!"
The Ninth Person's entire body erupted with terrifying True Yuan power. Vast True Yuan suddenly blasted forward. Rumbling sounds echoed as the terrifying True Yuan struck the blood character. The thick True Yuan was actually strangled and annihilated by the blood character.
But in the end, the blood-colored sword character was annihilated within the True Yuan.
"Hmm?"
The Ninth Person looked up and immediately saw Lin Feng leaping into the air. The Blood Drinking Sword was covered entirely in blood light.
"Slash!"
Lin Feng's body and the blood sword seemed to merge into one. The twelfth sword of the Blood Drinking Thirteen Swords was unleashed—Man and Sword as One!
"Shriek!"
The sword broke through all restraints, piercing through layers of True Yuan power. The blood-colored radiance invaded the Ninth Person's body. The sword pressed down continuously. With a soft sound, the sword descended upon the Ninth Person's head.
"So terrifying." The Eighth Person's heart trembled violently. But at that moment, his gaze froze. He saw a group of figures rushing toward them—a group of identical phantom figures, belonging to a beautiful woman.
Besides this woman, there was also a man closely following behind her, charging over together.
"They've all arrived."
His eyes focused. The first seven people had no power to resist at all, directly obliterated, revived, then obliterated again.
"Boom!"
The Eighth Person only felt his vision go dark. Countless figures wrapped around his body, and then many figures passed overhead.
"Get lost!" The Ninth Person roared wildly. All his power erupted. Lin Feng felt his body tremble violently as he was sent flying backward.
But his rebounding body was caught by someone else—a soft embrace. His eyes paused for a moment. Turning his head, he saw Tang Youyou's figure.
Tang Youyou had arrived second.
Tang Youyou's beautiful eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise. Then she spoke: "Hurry, let's go."
Saying this, her body descended. Countless phantom figures pressed toward the Ninth Person, instantly burying his body.
"I forgot about her Thousand Shadows Technique."
Lin Feng's heart jolted. Then he wasn't surprised that Tang Youyou had arrived second. Tang Youyou's Thousand Shadows Technique transformed her body into a thousand shadows. How formidable was that? With a thousand people walking out together, how could speed not be fast?
"Where do you think you're going?"
A terrifying pressure descended, even more frightening than the Ninth Person's. Lin Feng turned his head and immediately saw Imperial Mausoleum and Duan Wudao following closely behind. Tang Youyou seemed to be racing against time with them.
The Ninth Person was entangled by Tang Youyou's countless shadows. Lin Feng and Tang Youyou's bodies madly rushed toward the other end of the Flood Dragon Bridge. Fast—they were going all out.
"Boom! Boom!"
One by one, the phantom figures were annihilated. A terrifying aura madly attacked from behind. The phantom figures Tang Youyou had transformed into were all destroyed along the way. Lin Feng sensed with his consciousness—Imperial Mausoleum and Duan Wudao were both pressing forward.
"Only a hundred meters left."
Tang Youyou shouted softly. Only a hundred meters remained before they could get out. Would they really fail at this final moment?
"Thousand Shadows!"
Shouting angrily, Tang Youyou spat out a mouthful of blood. Her body transformed into a thousand forms again, using a human wall technique to block the rear.
"Boom!"
Destructive force descended. The piled-up thousand figures were destroyed together. But in that extremely brief instant, it had already allowed Lin Feng and Tang Youyou to reach the exit.
Before them were neatly arranged jade keys, engraved with numbers from one to sixty-eight.
"Take the first one."
Tang Youyou said. Lin Feng didn't hesitate at all. He reached out and grabbed the topmost jade key, securing it in his hand. Then he rushed out of the Flood Dragon Grotto!
PS: Woke up at four in the morning, ugh. Today I'm shutting down all writing. It's a holiday. From now on, it's up to you all. These eight chapters are just to calm the nerves!