On the battle stage, the cold air was oppressive. There was only a mysterious man in black clothes and a black bamboo hat standing in the center. He held a sword in his hand and looked very intimidating.
There were no lack of courageous people in this world. They would even dare to face the god of death.
"Whoosh!"
A prodigy from the Xiyue clan, Xiyue Tang, came from the Western Region Prefecture. He was a fearless person and was once a king among the younger generation of the Western Region Prefecture. Only a few people in the prefecture could compare to him.
Xiyue Tang was arrogant and cultivated a great art, the Azure Fish Art. He was extremely fast and flew to the stage like a divine fish.
There were nine green fish scales on his wrist, and each one was as big as a palm.
"Xiyue Tang is here to fight you."
Xiyue Tang stood at the edge of the stage with a bronze shield floating in front of his chest. There was a spirit stone embedded in the center that emitted a blinding light.
Feng Feiyun said: "Be prepared to lose your life at any time when fighting me."
Xiyue Tang snorted with disdain: "I know you're strong and your sword arts are profound, but I, Xiyue Tang, am not someone to be trifled with. There aren't many in the younger generation who can kill me."
Having said that, he took out the bronze shield and wrapped it around his body. It was as if he was wearing a yellow armor.
Feng Feiyun didn't waste any time. His sword flew out and turned into a red bird that let out a long cry. In the blink of an eye, a scorching flame melted the shield.
Xiyue Tang's expression changed. This sword's temperature was too high, it actually melted the shield in an instant.
The Azure Fish Art surrounded his body as if he was protected by a divine fish. Nine scales fell from his arm with a dazzling radiance and were as sharp as blades.
"Whoosh!"
The crimson sword and a huge firebird soared to the sky and swallowed the divine fish whole.
The sky was filled with strange phenomena, the silhouettes of fish and the firebirds were as large as mountains. It was a magnificent scene, causing the young geniuses below the battle platform to be indescribably excited. The cultivation of the young geniuses could actually reach such a level, it was simply terrifying.
"This Xiyue Tang is indeed a top prodigy of Xiyue. His battle prowess is no weaker than Xiyue Lanshan …"
While people were sighing in admiration, Xiyue Tang was already pierced by the sword and flew out of the stage, blood dripping from his body like rain.
"Bang!"
Xiyue Tang fell to the bottom of the stairs and remained motionless. A young man from Xiyue Clan went to help him up but his body cracked open like a spider web. In the end, it couldn't be any more cracked and turned into a pile of blood and sand.
Xiyue Tang died just like that. Who knew how many times he was stabbed, not even a finger sized bone could be found in his body.
All the young cultivators looked at each other at a loss. The two Dynasts of Evil Sect and the three female demons took a few steps back. Their levels of cultivation were stronger than the average young cultivator, so they could naturally tell just how powerful this mysterious young man was. That was why they were even more wary of him.
The young princess's eyes sparkled. She was very curious about this mysterious young man.
"Such a powerful cultivation, our Grand Southern Prefecture is indeed a place with the most devilish geniuses."
Wang Meng's wounds had recovered a bit. He spat on the ground with a crazed smile on his hairy face.
In the jade palace, the remaining two rulers of the young generation fell into silence. Even with a peerless beauty standing in front of them, it was difficult for them to relax.
Yao Ji leisurely stood there, her slender, snow-white fingers moving on the jade railing. Her graceful figure stood there proudly, like an immortal lotus, fresh and refined, like a poem or a painting. She was dressed in white, every inch of her skin was filled with spirituality, and was also full of temptation.
"Devilish genius!
His cultivation is too strong, he can even kill young kings. "
Yao Ji's pretty eyes were sparkling while her lips were full of honey. Her cheeks had a faint blush while a white immortal light condensed above her head.
Behind her, the two Kings of the young generation heard her soft voice and became spirited. They straightened their backs and one of them said, "His cultivation base is indeed powerful, but he isn't invincible."
"Do you two dare to fight him?"
Yao Ji twisted her waist slightly, turning her body sideways, revealing half of her face. That perfect and exquisite face, coupled with her eyes that were like a waterfall, was simply like a snow fairy standing in front of them, causing the two kings of the younger generation to stare at her in a daze, as though their souls had been hooked away.
An elegant back was enough to make them infatuated. Now that they saw her face, it was as if they were looking at a fairy from the legends.
Her neck was soft and beautiful, her breasts firm, her waist tight, and her buttocks round. Her temperament was out of this world, and her petite body was like a heavenly beauty. No one could resist her.
"Of course … we dare." One of the young kings said.
"It won't be difficult to defeat him," another young king said.
Yao Ji shook her head and advised: "You will die if you fight him."
"Hmph!
I'll go take his life right now. "
The young Monarch from Sun Moon Immortal Sect vanished from the spot and reappeared on the stage.
Yao Ji's beautiful eyes were filled with a smile. She was imagining the scene of this king of the younger generation being killed. The more she thought about it, the more excited she felt. She couldn't help but touch her sparkling and translucent face, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
"Sun Moon Sect, Zhao Songyang."
This young king wore a daoist robe with a resplendent sun in front of him and a spirit moon on his back. He had an otherworldly aura.
His cultivation was so profound that he could condense the image of an immortal palace on his forehead.
Many cultivators could tell that this prodigy wasn't ordinary. They were shocked after hearing his name.
"Sun Moon Sect is one of the three strongest sects in Earthchild Prefecture. It's extremely ancient, on par with the four great clans."
"Zhao Songyang is the top prodigy of Sun Moon Celestial Sect's younger generation. He once entered an ancient celestial abode and obtained an ancient spirit sword, a third-grade spirit treasure."
"Zhao Songyang reached the fourth level ten years ago. With his supreme talents and extraordinary providence, he should be at peak fourth-level now. He'll be able to reach the fifth level soon."
"He's a king among young kings. Many people in the gambling hall are betting heavily on him."
"If this mysterious man can beat Zhao Songyang, no one will dare to step on the stage today. He'll be the first to pass."
…
Many prodigies from the other stages didn't want to leave. More and more cultivators gathered.
Zhao Songyang floated in the air and asked: "How should I address you, Sir?"
"You'll know my name if you beat me."
Feng Feiyun's aura was sharp. His body seemed to have turned into a blade. He didn't unsheathe his sword. Instead, he held it by the hilt and unleashed an invisible shockwave.
"Boom!"
The hilt seemed to be able to shatter the air.
Zhao Songyang held the sun in one hand and the moon in the other. It was as if he was holding the blue sky to stop Feng Feiyun's attack.
"Boom!" The shockwave caused the entire stage to be filled with astral winds.
This was the first time someone could stop an attack from the mysterious man. Zhao Songyang was much stronger than the previous two.
Many people were excited. They felt that they were about to witness an unprecedented battle between two young kings.
"One is the descendant of an ancient sect while the other is the descendant of a demonic man. Both come from famous sects, one righteous and one evil. I wonder if the righteous will suppress the evil or the evil will triumph over the righteous." A few older cultivators became excited and stared at the stage.
"Zhao Songyang is the successor of Sun Moon's Black Sun Envoy. The Black Sun Envoy is a madman who has dominated the cultivation world for centuries. He must have taught Zhao Songyang countless top immortal arts and arts. It'll be a great fortune if I can see even a few of them."
"The Red Phoenix Demonic Sword is a world-shocking sword art. The demonic man used this sword art to slay many Giants. If I can learn half a move from this demonic sword art, it would be very beneficial to my cultivation."
Feng Feiyun's face was hidden under his hat. He smirked and released a scorching spirit energy: "Zhao Songyang might be strong but he hasn't reached the fifth level yet. I can defeat him in five moves and take his life in ten."
Nine huge phoenixes flew out from the sword and turned into a nine-petal fire lotus that covered the entire stage. Feng Feiyun floated above the lotus and channeled the power of the phoenixes to suppress Songyang.
The sun and moon coexisted above Songyang's head. It was as if he was using his body to create an immortal world.
"Whoosh!"
A white sword came out from his forehead. It spanned for a hundred meters with more than ten thousand runes on it. It looked as if it was made from divine jade.
This was a Rank Three Spirit Weapon. It was extremely powerful and its spirituality was even more terrifying. One could clearly feel the spirit within the sword chanting, as if there was a sage hidden within the ancient sword.
He unleashed a slash to destroy the lotus and rushed towards Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun became cautious as well. A third-ranked spirit treasure was no joke. Its power was enough to determine the outcome of a battle.
Feng Feiyun also had the Infinite Spirit Ring but he couldn't use it. He could only rely on his sword art to win.
"The world turns white with the appearance of the phoenix."
Feng Feiyun took out his sword and it floated above his head. It turned into a phoenix that resembled a golden crow in the legends. It turned into a blazing sun that illuminated the world.
On the battle platform, sword soul imprints filled the sky. A red luan floated in the air, emitting a dazzling radiance. The dazzling radiance seemed to have spread across the entire Imperial City. When the cultivators on the other battle platforms saw this phenomenon, many monstrous geniuses flew towards the Huang battle platform.