The battle today was for the last eight in Gathering of Practitioners. The field was crowded with people early as they all wanted to catch a glimpse of the geniuses, like Feng Tianming as the head disciple of swordsmen in Shushan, Meiqing from Palace of Hundred Flowers, Ning Zhe as a secular monk in Mount Fanjing, Leng Yueyan and Lu Qianchen from Sect of the Nine Heavens, Zhao Changge from Dragon Spear Sect and Lyu Hao, Wang Bugui as liberal cultivators etc.
They were all the most talented youth and prodigies in this generation. Despite being in the era of the late arts, they had made the best of what they have and even the less accomplished ones had already reached the later period of Gather Spirit Realm, which in this era might be a peak level for many cultivators after struggling diligently for a lifetime.
Undoubtedly, this was a Great Age over the past two thousand years. The ancient prediction was going to come true. Some of these prodigies might bec
This round of the contest was much more intense than that of the yesterday, as the fighters were all young geniuses. Each one of them had already paved their own way and inherited great magic from their sects. Divine light sparkled all over the sky. Various magic skills were appearing and great aura was everywhere. There was a moment that they felt as if this was a battlefield in ancient historical times, striking every cultivator. Now they knew their difference with those geniuses. If they were there in the field, they would be struck down in less than three movements. Feng Tianming via Lu Qianchen. In the field, the sword power rushed up to the sky and ripped apart the clouds. Lu Qianchen was continuously defusing the sword power with thunder patterns. The attacks from both sides were as fierce as a tempest. There were no unnecessary movements. Every attack was the most accurate motion towards each other. Lu Qianchen was standing in the ai
"I didn't expect the swordsman's level of cultivation to be so high. He won without even using his full strength," Yu Wude said emotionally. "Lu Qianchen did not use his maximum power as well. Why is this so?" Lyu Hao asked, extremely perplexed. "Perhaps he knew that he was no match for his opponent, even if he did," Zhao Changge said as he stroked his chin. "That was secondary. I overheard their conversation just now, and Lu Qianchen seemed to have understood that Leng Yueyan's strength was definitely enough to defeat him. As such, he didn't want to find out how much power Feng Tianming actually possessed," Wang Bugui said. He had used his spiritual power to separate the zonal barriers to tell his sworn brothers the truth. Zhang Changge and the others frowned as they heard him. Feng Tianming's had considerable power. At the very least, according to their observations, they could only defeat him by using all of their skills. Wh
"Changge!" Lyu Hao went up to support Zhao Changge, but Zhao raised his left hand and shook his head gently. "I'm fine, I just suffered some external injuries. Luckily, I broke the Seal of the Heavenly Girl at the very last instant. Otherwise, a few of my bones would have been broken. That young Taoist nun's strength is truly terrifying." "That's right. I had goosebumps just watching her fight. Isn't she afraid of scaring off any potential suitor?" Yu Wude said mockingly. Before he finished speaking, however, he realized that there was a black cloud above his head, and that Leng Yueyan had swept her gaze casually over him. His neck shrank, and he tried to laugh it off. "My Yiyi is still the best!" he said. "Damn you. Don't let me get my hands on you, or I'll make you look 'good'!" Shangguan Yiyi had overheard him somehow, and she was shaking her fists in anger. "Oh, I see that you can't forget me, and that you're still reminisc
"Did anyone of you manage to determine which Taoist school he's from?" Leng Shuangrong asked casually as she observed the damaged arena. Her tone was flat as usual. It sounded like thunder to the other Headmasters and elders though. She never concerned herself with the matters of the younger ones, and she did not ask much about them, aside from matters pertaining to Leng Yueyan. "What is so unique about that person that she has to pay so much attention to him?" was the main question in their minds, followed by, "What mysterious Taoist school of thought is he from, that even Leng Shuangrong doesn't know about?" She was one of the two experts at Voiding Realm level in the world, and aside from the unique character at Mount Kunlun, no one else was comparable to her. Now, however, even she was pertubed by the Taoist skills that Wang Bugui, the recreational practitioner, had learned. So much so that she made the rare move of consulting the other
The Liberal Cultivator Peak. The bright moon hung in the night sky like a jade plate. Wang Bugui and his fellows and other liberal cultivators were gathering around a bonfire, drinking and chatting carefreely. "Brother Wang, you are so good at martial arts! I admire you, and let me drink to you!" One of the cultivator stood up, turned to Wang Bugui holding a cup of wine, and then drained the cup with one gulp. "Thank you!" Wang Bugui picked up a cup of wine as well, and swallowed it. "We didn't expect you're so strong, Brother Wang. Sorry for offend you in word!" Another cultivator apologized with a hold fist salute. "Never mind. It's okay! It's because I hid the strength of myself." Wang Bugui waved his hand and smiled. "This time, you three have made the final eight! It's beyond of our imagine! Besides you, Brother Chu He has also qualified. It's really rare to see more than two liberal cultivators who have been
After Leng Shuangrong announced the competition had started, Tong Yixing stepped forward, took out the jade plate again, and began to infuse spiritual power into it. A more advanced arena emerged, built from ancient bluestone. Yesterday, after a discussion, the Headmasters of each sect decided to adopt the Third Arena in the Mountain Tai, because if destroyed by these kung fu geniuses, the other arenas were hard to be repaired. In the semifinal, the Second Arena would be adopted, and in the final, the Strongest Arena. Those bluestone arenas were ancient and mysterious. Years had left numerous marks on their surfaces, but their firmness was not influenced. Moreover, they were guarded by a powerful Taoism energy, and only the cultivators in the late stage of the Void Returning Realm could be able to break them. The name list of the first contest had appeared in the sky. The battle between Meiqing and Lyu Hao raised the curtain to the quarterfinal.
"Nice, Lyu Hao, you didn't kill her as I thought you would do. There is no hot hand to destroy flowers. I thought you had to turn her over, so I still can't follow the side from the side." Yu Wude smiled and greeted Lu Wei, patted his shoulder. "I'm really not good at this kind of play. There are full of flowers. It's just like fighting the air. However, those flowers are quite lethal. My opponent is a woman. I'm the least good at dealing with women." Lyu Hao sat directly on the ground and shook his head. "Which two people will be in the second game? I feel that there is something to choose us. Perhaps it is the jade plate in the hands of the Elder Tong." Wang Bugui looked at the direction of the palace and said to himself. In fact, he did not guess wrong. All the battles were set by the jade plate in the hands of Tong Yixing, and then he would show the result in the sky. At this time, the name list of the next battle had already appeared, w
"Five Thunder Incantation!" Leng Yueyan shouted the divine incantation, gathered the thunder energy in her hands, and then threw it into the air. Responding to the dark clouds that filled the entire sky, suddenly five hundred thunders dropped, causing cracking sounds. They all rushed toward Ning Zhe. He displayed the 30 Foot Golden Body Manifestation, forming a Killing Devils Buddha Fist to resist. His punch slammed forward, crushing a hundred thunders. Then, he lifted his left hand and smashed dozens of thunders with a punch again. After that, he turned back and made a kick, breaking another hundred thunders. However, the other thunders were all close to him at this moment, and he couldn't escape! "Ong!" Ning Zhe stood still, and chose to defend with "Ong", one of the six true words of Buddhism. The sound crashed all the other thunders, turning them into aura to dissipate between heaven and earth. Then he went to his opponent