“Elder Dugu, I have lost.”
The Elder from Feiyun Peak was defeated and conceded defeat proactively.
Lu Changsheng’s second disciple, Dugu Aotian, entered the arena and defeated a Heavenly Immortal Level Elder using demonic cultivation skills, leaving all the Peak Masters, Elders, and Disciples of the Zhengsheng Sect speechless.
They thought having Xiao Fan, a heaven-defying disciple, was impressive enough for Lu Changsheng, but Dugu Aotian’s emergence shocked everyone once again.
To have another disciple so heaven-defying.
In a mere few breaths, the Elder from Feiyun Peak at the first layer of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was defeated.
“Ha ha ha, Luo Yu, you’ve lost another True Martial Fire Elemental Pill to me.”
Daoist Yuxuan made another bet with Daoist Luo Yu, and won an additional True Martial Fire Elemental Pill from him.
Daoist Luo Yu’s face turned the color of iron.
Who could have predicted that Jingyun Peak, which had always been at the bottom in terms of strength, would produce disciples under Lu Changsheng who defeated the skilled practitioners from the other peaks?
Even Qingyangzi, the Sect Leader of Zhengsheng Sect, could not help but be moved.
Dugu Aotian also had the potential to become a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Under Lu Changsheng, there were apparently two exceptionally talented disciples.
Tai Hua’s Holy Maiden asked Qingyangzi, “Sect Leader Qingyang, do you discern anything unusual?”
The youthful yet gray-haired Qingyangzi, sitting at the main seat, was reminded of a terrifying existence by Dugu Aotian’s demonic qi: “This disciple’s demonic skills are extremely pure yet bear no semblance of malignance. It’s truly strange, almost like a fusion of the divine and the demonic.”
“Divine and demonic in one…”
The Holy Maiden sank into contemplation.
The origins of Lu Changsheng’s ninth disciple, Dugu Aotian, were obviously not ordinary, which only made Lu Changsheng’s own origins seem even more unfathomable.
“Group sixty-one, Elder Lu from Jingyun Peak versus Elder Tang from Tianxiang Peak.”
Lu Qinglian stepped onto the Martial Arts Platform, her opponent a robust Elder with broad shoulders, wearing a blue robe.
Daoist Yuxuan said to Daoist Luo Yu, “Luo Yu, are you going to wager this time?”
Daoist Luo Yu, unable to swallow his pride, replied: “Bet then, bet! Do you think I’m afraid?”
Peak Master of Tianxiang Peak intervened, “Yuxuan, this time you’re definitely going to lose. My disciple, Tang Si, is a master at the seventh layer of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. He’s also proficient in hidden weapons and is a favorite to win the competition among the Elders.”
“Wait and see.”
Daoist Yuxuan was full of confidence in Lu Changsheng’s disciples.
On the Martial Arts Platform, Lu Qinglian was warming up. Tang Si looked at her, puzzled. What was this woman going to do?
“Since you are the junior, I’ll let you make three moves first.”
Tang Si, sensing that Lu Qinglian’s aura was weaker than his and that she had practiced for a shorter duration, was confident he could defeat her and thus offered to let her attack first.
“That’s what you said.”
After finishing her warm-up, Lu Qinglian activated the thirteenth layer of the Sacred Tier mid-tier Cultivation Technique, “Chaotic Red Lotus Holy Art”. Phoenix Red Lotus True Qi surged within her, and her hair shimmered with the glow of fire. The temperature in the Mustard Seed Fairy Pot Space soared, and the air seemed to ignite, turning into an endless Fire Prison.
“Soaring Dragon Fist!”
Lu Qinglian’s figure flickered and she appeared in front of Tang Si, her fist enveloped in Phoenix Red Lotus True Qi smashing into Tang Si’s face!
Boom!
Tang Si was flung thousands of zhang away, crashing down and demolishing more than a dozen mountain peaks!
Brutal!
The crowd from Zhengsheng Sect fell deathly silent.
Why were Lu Changsheng’s disciples each more ferocious than the last?
Caught off guard by Lu Qinglian’s fist, Tang Si of the seventh Heavenly Immortal Realm had his aura greatly weakened.
The various Peak Masters turned their eyes toward Lu Changsheng with various degrees of envy and jealousy.
Once Lu Changsheng’s disciples grew up, wouldn’t there be several Daluo Golden Immortal level disciples under his guidance?
Disciples with the potential of becoming Daluo Golden Immortals were a rare find, so much so that even Qingyangzi, the Sect Leader of Zhengsheng Sect who had cultivated for a million years, had only managed to nurture one disciple close to the Half-Step Great Luo level.
“Hey, you’re not dead yet, are you? Get up, let’s continue.”
Lu Qinglian knew that a single punch was not enough to defeat the seventh layer Heavenly Immortal Elder Tang Si, and she was not yet satisfied.
Tang Si crawled out from the rubble, coughing heavily: “I underestimated you. Next, I will use my unique treasure, be careful not to lose your life to it.”
Tang Si brought out a wooden box seven inches long and three inches thick.
The gazes of all the Elders and Disciples watching the fight were now fixed on Tang Si’s treasure.
“This is a medium tier Ultimate Treasure, not to be taken lightly.”
Lu Changsheng knew that the use of a treasure of this level could not be judged merely by its appearance.
Tang Si injected True Qi into the wooden box: “Let me show you my unique treasure—Storm Pear Flower Needles!”
As the box opened, countless silver needles sprayed out with fierce and powerful momentum!
Each needle was made of Ultimate Treasure level materials. When thousands exploded forth, even Heavenly immortals could perish.
Tang Si had not intended to use this powerful treasure, but he couldn’t easily lose to Lu Qinglian.
“That’s ruthless!”
As Tang Si’s hidden weapon struck, many Elders and Disciples of Zhengsheng Sect held their breath for Lu Qinglian.
Such a hidden weapon was incredibly difficult to guard against.
Lu Qinglian immediately summoned the eighteen-tier Nirvana Flames Red Lotus, but activating a treasure required time, while the hidden weapon hit in an instant!
The silver needles had already struck Lu Qinglian.
The disciples of Zhengsheng Sect began to get anxious.
Their values were aligned with appearances, and they were worried that Lu Qinglian might die under these hidden weapons.
As Sect Leader of Zhengsheng Sect, Qingyangzi did not want a sparring match to turn into a life-or-death struggle and was prepared to intervene at any moment.
Yet when he sensed the strength of Lu Qinglian’s Martial King Divine Physique, he stopped himself from acting.
After the eruption of the Storm Pear Flower Needles, Lu Qinglian still stood in place, while the ground around her was riddled with holes.
Lu Qinglian had bloodstains on her face from the silver needles, her golden blood seeping out. Yet her Red Lotus Battle Skirt remained intact.
Even with injuries on her face caused by the needles, the powerful life force of the Martial King Divine Physique soon healed her wounds.