Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 337: Smashed to death
With a flick of his finger, his true energy exploded into a sky full of fire.

These sparks were actually streams of true energy, which suddenly expanded in the air and transformed into hundreds of ghostly blue flames.

Xu Yunfan, standing three zhang away, felt a chill run through his body. He immediately tapped the arena with his toes, and the Ten Extremes True Qi surged through his flesh and blood like a dragon, transforming into pure Yang True Qi. He then raised his hand and struck out with a flick of his wrist.

Immediately, the pure Yang energy fell to the ground like a golden crow, colliding with the phosphorescent fire and bursting out with dazzling white light.

"Hehehe, Master Xu's mastery of pure yang fire is still lacking!"

Lu Hou's python robe billowed, and nine ice shards suddenly shot out from his sleeves, which were able to penetrate the barrier of pure yang true energy and directly target Xu Yunfan's major acupoints.

Xu Yunfan saw that the nine ice shards pierced through the pure yang barrier, their chill penetrating straight into his internal organs, yet they did not offer any resistance. Instead, he circulated his true qi, channeling it into the dragon scale armor.

The dragon scales instantly shimmered with golden luster, and as the scales rustled, a dragon's roar could be heard.

Once the icicles pierced the armor plate, they could not penetrate any further. The surface became covered with cracks and was eventually shattered into dust.

Upon seeing this, Lü Hou's withered face twitched, and his voice was as sharp as a night owl's: "What a Dao Sect! They actually gave you an eighth-order divine armor for protection!"

Upon hearing the old eunuch's words, the audience erupted in uproar, their gazes meeting in a cacophony of expressions.

The polished version of the scene where people in the martial arts world discuss things:
As soon as Lü Hou's shrill, owl-like voice fell, the martial arts spectators below the stage erupted in uproar.

"Eighth-tier divine armor?!"

A burly man with a thick beard, carrying two swords on his back, widened his eyes, his voice trembling, "The Dao Sect is actually willing to give such a treasure to a disciple? How the hell are we supposed to fight like this?!"

"A disciple? Don't you even look at his cultivation level? A Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm of Qi Refining, if it weren't for the Great Zhou Imperial Examination, would we ever see such a person?"

A swordsman in a blue robe sneered, "No wonder this guy dared to take Lu Hou's Yin Sha Palm head-on... With the protection of an eighth-level divine armor, he can withstand seven or eight tenths of a ninth-level grandmaster's killing move!"

On a distant pavilion, several sect elders exchanged glances. One of them, an old man with a white beard, stroked his beard and sighed, "Eighth-tier divine armor... The Dao Sect is determined to promote Xu Yunfan to the top."

Another person whispered, "It seems the rumors are true. The Dao Sect has made a grand plan this time, even bringing out their most treasured artifact... But in all these years, how come I've never heard of the Dao Sect having such a divine armor?"

The audience was abuzz with discussion, some envious, some indignant, and some secretly plotting.

But in any case, everyone knows it.

With his eighth-tier divine armor, Xu Yunfan was already in an invincible position!

At this moment, Xu Yunfan had already drawn the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace from his waist.

The mace was entirely crimson red, like lava, and the nine dragon scale patterns lit up one by one as true energy was poured in. The dragon mouth at the mace's head spewed out three feet of raging flames, the heat wave distorting the air, and even scorching the bluestone of the arena.

Lu Hou's pupils contracted sharply as he finally recognized the origin of the Dragon-Swallowing Mace. He exclaimed, "The Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace of the previous dynasty?! This thing is actually in the hands of a junior like you!"

He dared not be careless, and a silver-threaded soft sword slid out from his sleeve. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and when he swung it, it was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. The blade's edge had a faint, dark blue, poisonous sheen.

It is also a seventh-tier divine weapon.

Xu Yunfan strode forward, unleashing the power of the Crimson Fire Mace with the "Eight Desolate Dragon Meteor Mace Technique" as it slammed down. Before the mace even arrived, the scorching wind had already caused Lü Hou's python robe to flutter wildly.

Lu Hou smiled mysteriously, and his soft sword suddenly straightened, the tip pointing at the seven-inch weakest point of the mace.

This is precisely its method of "overcoming strength with softness".

As the two weapons clashed, the soft sword wrapped around the mace as if it were alive, and the poisoned blade slashed straight at Xu Yunfan's wrist!

Xu Yunfan remained unfazed. He uttered a soft shout, channeling his Ten Extremes True Qi into the mace, causing the dragon scale patterns to burst forth with a dazzling red light. The mace trembled, and the intense heat scorched the soft sword until it glowed red-hot. Lu Hou was forced to withdraw his sword, but half of his sleeve was still burned off.

Xu Yunfan spun around, his Crimson Fire Mace sweeping across Xu Yunfan's waist and abdomen. Lu Hou, however, leaped into the air like a ghost, lightly touching the back of his mace with his toes to gain momentum and flipping backward. At the same time, he threw out three bone-piercing nails, aiming straight for Xu Yunfan's eyes and throat!
Xu Yunfan neither dodged nor flinched, his eyes blazing. His spirit was already strong due to his long-term practice of the Linzi Technique, and the trajectory of the bone-piercing nails thrown by the old eunuch was clearly visible.

He pointed his left hand like a sword, and his pure Yang energy condensed into golden light. He flicked the nail three times, shattering it in mid-air.

His right wrist suddenly changed its move, and the Crimson Fire Mace changed from a sweep to a thrust. The fire dragon at the mace head roared, and a pillar of flame shot into the sky!

In his haste, Lü Hou drew his sword in a circle, the cold air condensing into an ice mirror to block it, but it was instantly evaporated by the raging flames, and water mist filled the entire area.

In the fog, Lü Hou's figure vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Xu Yunfan, his soft sword's poisonous light aimed straight at Xu Yunfan's neck!
Xu Yunfan, clad in divine armor, should naturally attack his weak points.

Xu Yunfan seemed unaware, while Lu Hou was secretly pleased, but suddenly felt something was wrong when the sword was about to strike him.

The sword tip was as hard as iron, and Xu Yunfan's muscles bulged, like black steel, his skin gleaming with a bronze luster.

Even divine weapons can't break through it?!
Lu Hou was shocked and tried to retreat, but Xu Yunfan swung his mace back, the dragon scales on the mace's tail sparking, smashing Lu Hou's right shoulder and fracturing his bone!

Lu Hou staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, just as he was about to make a move.

Xu Yunfan suddenly stopped and said calmly, "That's about enough."

Lu Hou was stunned. Before he could react, he saw Xu Yunfan holding the mace with both hands. The dragon patterns on the mace were all lit up, and the nine sections of the mace were connected, transforming into a fire dragon phantom that coiled around his body.

The arena beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and all the Ten Extreme True Qi flowed into the mace. The mace's dragon head opened its mouth, displaying its ultimate power for the first time, and let out a deafening dragon roar!
"Ten extremes, return to one."

With a single strike, the sky seemed to collapse.

The phantom of the fire dragon expanded to ten zhang, pressing down on Lord Lü with the force to burn mountains and boil seas.

Lu Hou screamed and swung his sword to block, but the divine weapon, the soft sword, broke like a withered branch. The moment the mace touched the top of his head, Lu Hou spewed fire from his seven orifices, his bones cracked, and his python robe turned to ashes.

"No!"

Amidst the piercing screams, Lu Hou's body was crushed into a bloody pulp by the vast true energy, and the aftershocks blasted a three-zhang-deep crater into the arena, with flying debris raining down.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Xu Yunfan stood holding a mace in one hand. The crimson light on the mace gradually faded, leaving only the charred remains of Lü Hou embedded at the bottom of the pit, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Xu Yunfan indifferently surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage like a blade. Wherever he looked, the previously boisterous martial arts practitioners fell silent and lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

He gently stroked the dragon scale patterns on the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace with his five fingers. The mace was still warm, and a scorching heat flowed through his palm.

In this battle, he did not use his full strength, yet he still managed to push the old eunuch of the ninth realm to the brink of defeat.

"He's testing his moves?!"

On the viewing platform, Chen Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, and the spear in his hand vibrated with a "hum," his knuckles bulging with veins from the force.

He stared intently at the ring, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

Lu Hou cultivates the Yin Sha Dao, and his movements are as fast as the wind. Ordinary ninth-realm experts can hardly even touch the hem of his clothes!

But just now on the stage, Xu Yunfan toyed with Lu Hou like a child, forcing him into a sorry state with one blow after another!

If he goes up there, can he win?
(End of this chapter)