mtl008 Chapter 416: Cross-Level Challenge
Chapter 416: Cross-Level Challenge
Upon hearing that it was the sect leader of the Xuanyu Sect, Wu Zhangren was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his giant hammer crashing down at his feet with a loud clang.
Yue Chun's face was pale, but she forced herself to be brave.
"Sect Leader Wei!"
"If you bully us and attack us, beware of a joint retaliation from the three sects!"
Wei Xiaoqian picked at her fingers idly.
"Oh."
"It doesn't matter."
She raised her eyelids and lazily glanced at them: "Anyway, my Xuanyu Sect can beat them."
Yue Chun choked.
Why is this sect leader acting so unpredictably?!
She gritted her teeth and provoked them: "The Xuanyu Sect is a renowned and righteous sect in the Eastern Xuan Continent, and should have the demeanor of a great sect!"
"Since we've issued the challenge, we should accept the duel!"
Wei Xiaoqian glanced at her with disdain.
"Demeanor?"
"What kind of decorum do you despicable people deserve?"
She extended her index finger and pointed it in the air.
A wisp of sword energy grazed Yue Chun's cheek, severing a few strands of her hair.
"It's much easier to just stab someone to death with one sword."
Yue Chun was so frightened that she stepped back abruptly, her face turning green.
However, just as the atmosphere was tense, a soft cough was heard.
"Cough cough..."
Xuan Yu Taizu, accompanied by Lu Yuguan and three others, slowly walked over from behind.
"What's the noise about?"
Emperor Taizu stroked his beard and said, "Isn't this just a friendly spar? We'll accept this challenge."
Wei Xiaoqian immediately got angry upon hearing this.
"No?"
"They're clearly here to cause trouble!"
Xuanyu Taizu waved his hand.
"Let the younger generation handle their own affairs."
"With me here, there won't be any trouble."
Wei Xiaoqian stomped her feet in anger, but since the Emperor Taizu had spoken, she couldn't refute him anymore.
The crowd saw an old man emerge, accompanied by four young men.
Take a closer look.
Qi Wei was among them!
Yue Chun sensed the other party emitting spiritual power and laughed out loud first.
"I am not wrong, right?"
"Saint Qi, how did you become a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
Wu Zhangren also got up from the ground, his arrogance returning.
"So my cultivation level has regressed!"
"You dare to come out here and embarrass yourself?"
Although Ying Chenfeng did not speak, the contempt in his eyes was undisguised.
Qi Wei stepped forward expressionlessly. Even though his cultivation had declined, his aloof and elegant demeanor remained outstanding.
He said calmly, "So what if you're at the Foundation Establishment stage? It's more than enough to beat you all."
Lu Yuguan applauded inwardly.
That Qi is a complete idiot.
He's got the art of showing off flawlessly!
Li Chonglin crossed his arms and snorted coldly.
Zhao Ziming clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, clearly itching to play.
Emperor Xuanyu smiled and looked at them: "How shall we compete?"
Yue Chun steadied herself, a calculating glint in her eyes: "Since it's a friendly spar, it must be fair."
“Each of our three parties will send one Golden Core stage disciple.”
“You... also send three people.”
Her gaze swept over Qi Wei and the others.
The meaning is obvious.
Wei Xiaoqian wanted to curse, but was stopped by a look from Emperor Xuanyu.
“Alright,” Emperor Taizu readily agreed, “then let the three of them go.”
He casually pointed to Qi Wei and the others.
Lu Yuguan was taken aback, then pointed to himself: "What about me?"
Xuan Yu Taizu glanced at him.
"You, a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, dare to bully children?"
"Watch from the side."
Lu Yuguan: “…”
Ok.
It seems to make sense.
Everyone smiled when they saw that the other side had sent out three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
Wu Zhangren jumped out impatiently, pointing his giant hammer at Zhao Ziming: "Kid! You look big, come and have a go with me!"
Zhao Ziming twisted his neck and strode out.
"Exactly what I want!"
The two stood still in the open space.
Wu Zhangren grinned maliciously, unleashing his Golden Core stage spiritual power, and smashed the giant hammer down on Zhao Ziming with immense force!
"Hit me!"
A strong wind howled, leaving streaks on the ground.
Everyone thought Zhao Ziming would hide.
However, he did not.
Zhao Ziming let out a low roar, his muscles bulged instantly, and his skin shone with a bronze luster!
His height has visibly increased!
Ancient and barbaric style!
He didn't dodge or evade, his fists clenched tightly, and he threw a punch straight at the massive hammerhead—
"Shake the mountain."
boom!
Fists and hammers collided.
The shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the two people, causing the clothes of those around them to flutter and making it impossible for them to open their eyes.
Wu Zhangren's sinister smile froze.
He felt as if his hammer had struck a mountain!
The force of the recoil forced him back three steps!
Zhao Ziming was extremely relaxed. He clenched his fist and grinned, "That's it?"
Wu Zhangren's pupils suddenly contracted.
"impossible……"
Zhao Ziming didn't waste any words with him and charged straight at Wu Zhangren, like a savage elephant charging forward, his fists raining down like raindrops!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Wu Zhangren hurriedly raised his hammer to block, but was shaken by the terrifying force, causing his blood and qi to churn!
His pride and joy were overshadowed by Zhao Ziming's strength!
"Ahhh!"
Wu Zhangren was beaten so badly he screamed and had no chance to fight back.
Finally, Zhao Ziming delivered a powerful punch to the hammer's face, knocking Wu Zhangren to the ground.
Wu Zhangren was filled with horror. He swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face: "I... lost..."
There was silence.
Yue Chun and Ying Chenfeng looked grim.
How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator win against a Golden Core Body Cultivator by relying solely on physical strength?
What the hell is this monster?!
Emperor Xuanyu nodded in satisfaction: "The foundation has been laid well."
Lu Yuguan was honored.
"Of course, my stake..."
He stopped the car in time.
Li Chonglin glanced at him indifferently.
At this moment, Ying Chenfeng silently stepped into the arena, his short blade reversed in his hand, his aura chilling.
"It's my turn."
Qi Wei calmly walked out: "Let's finish this quickly."
Ying Chenfeng's figure flickered, disappearing directly into the shadows.
Everyone held their breath.
Qi Wei stood still and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed from my side and behind, piercing straight into my heart!
"go to hell!"
However, before Ying Chenfeng could get close, Qi Wei's figure vanished like mist.
Ying Chenfeng was taken aback.
Immediately afterwards, a thick white mist spread out from Qi Wei, instantly enveloping the entire area!
"Mist Hidden Sky Lock."
Within the area, mist surged, obscuring sight and perception.
Yingchenfeng was like a headless fly, bumping around aimlessly.
He tried to escape the shadows, but found that the fog was preventing him from casting spells.
"Little tricks!"
Ying Chenfeng swung his short blade, creating streaks of wind as he tried to dispel the fog.
However, the fog is unpredictable; it can be cut open and then quickly close up again.
at this time.
A water arrow shot out from the mist!
Then came the second, the third...
in all directions!
In this misty realm, Qi Wei is the absolute ruler!
Ying Chenfeng was in a sorry state, and soon he had wounds on his body.
His prized stealth techniques and absolute speed were completely countered!
"get out!"
Ying Chenfeng roared, wildly swinging his short blade and haphazardly unleashing his spiritual power.
"OK……"
"This holy son will grant your wish..."
Suddenly, a corner of the mist parted, and Qi Wei's figure slowly emerged.
A fierce glint flashed in Ying Chenfeng's eyes, and he pounced with all his might!
However, just as the short blade was about to pierce through, Qi Wei gently shook the bone bell.
jingle……
Ying Chenfeng's forward momentum suddenly stopped!
Although it was only for a moment, it was enough.
Qi Wei pointed his fingers like a sword and touched the center of his brow, a wisp of cold air penetrating in.
"fall."