Proving Immortality Starting with Hextech Runes

"Hashimoto Yoshimi voluntarily concedes defeat; Sakura-ya Sakura Ning wins!"

The short, stout butler's voice was filled with anger:

"Given the continuous abstentions, in order to avoid affecting the credibility of the competition..."

"If anyone withdraws from the next round, their cultivation will be immediately abolished!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the divination tube reappeared, with three jade divination sticks spinning rapidly inside.

Subsequently, the new jade slips were arranged into shape:

"The Sakura family gets a bye!"

"The Minami family of Gui Island versus the Wang family of Gui Island!"

"Xu Ping'an of the Nan family and Wang Xiaoxiong of the Wang family, both shall take the stage immediately!"

A burly, bald man with a face full of scars let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha! Good! That's more like it!"

After he leaped onto the stage, he unleashed his late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual pressure without any concealment.

Wang Xiaoxiong stared intently at Chen Xu below the stage, sneering, "Fellow Daoist, come up here and face your death!"

"You were lucky just now. That good-for-nothing from the Zhang family must have gone crazy, letting you win for free!"

"However, you've run into me, Wang Xiaoxiong, you're incredibly unlucky!"

Suppressing his murderous intent, Chen Xu walked up.

Looking at the bald, burly man in front of him, he said in a deep voice, "Shut up."

The next instant, a jet-black spear light shot out from in front of Chen Xu without warning.

The sinister smile on Wang Xiaoxiong's face froze instantly, and extreme astonishment erupted in his eyes.

A bloody hole had appeared in his throat, and blood was gushing out from both sides.

Wang Xiaoxiong swayed and crashed onto the cold battle platform with a heavy thud.

The cheers from the Wang family camp, who had been applauding Wang Xiaoxiong, suddenly ceased.

In the audience, the expressions on the faces of thousands of cultivators froze instantly.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was killed in a single exchange with a single spear thrust to the throat?!

Inside the floating pavilion, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed Core Formation cultivator who had always been stern and unsmiling.

The short, stout deacon's anger had been replaced by shock, and he said to the black-robed cultivator beside him:

"Brother Wei, this young man's strength far surpasses others of his level. I think he would be very suitable for your patrol team..."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed cultivator sighed and said softly, "Ah... let's see..."

The short, stout steward was puzzled. Wasn't Wei Yu's patrol team short-handed? Why was he so indifferent?

Although he harbored resentment in his heart, he didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing Chen Xu kill Wang Xiaoxiong instantly, Nan Dahai, who was sitting below the stage, had only one thought in his mind: The Nan family has really hit the jackpot by being able to get to know Fellow Daoist Xu!

Standing behind her grandfather, Nan Longyue was equally shocked, her gaze towards Chen Xu filled with awe.

However, the atmosphere in the direction of the Wang family was solemn.

The elders' faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"The Nan family has actually brought in such powerful reinforcements!" An elder's voice was solemn, tinged with lingering fear.

"Wang Xiaoxiong is in the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow..."

"That old fox from the South China Sea, he's really good at hiding his true intentions!"

On the pavilion, the short, stout butler appeared again, raising his hand to unleash a burst of flame.

The flames instantly engulfed Wang Xiaoxiong's corpse, reducing it to nothingness within a few breaths.

He cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Wang Xiaoxiong of the Wang family has fallen! Next match: Xu Ping'an of the Nan family versus Ying Ning of the Ying family! Both take the stage!"

Chen Xu stood still, while Ying Ning gracefully floated up.

She bowed gracefully towards Chen Xu's direction, her voice clear and cold: "Ying Ning of the Ying family, I hope Fellow Daoist Xu will show mercy."

Chen Xu frowned and snorted coldly: "Hypocritical."

During their previous encounter in the jade slip space, he felt that this woman was quite strange and was definitely not as harmless as she appeared.

To guard against any strange tricks this woman might have, he secretly equipped her with the [Ghost Rope's Berserker Blade].

Just as Ying Ning finished speaking, her sleeves suddenly ripped apart.

Beneath her skin, countless blue scales instantly appeared.

A tyrannical demonic aura surged into the sky, creating a stark contrast with her beautiful appearance.

Immediately afterwards, she crossed her arms and swung them out, two claw shadows tearing through the air and instantly slashing towards Chen Xu.

Its speed far surpasses that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Chen Xu's eyes sharpened, and he raised the First Saint Spear, easily repelling the attack.

However, Ying Ning's attacks came down like a sudden rainstorm, and the offensive became faster and faster.

A dense array of claw shadows enveloped Chen Xu from all directions, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

On the pavilion, the short, stout butler looked down at Ying Ning's demonic arms below, a hint of disdain on his face:

"Hmph, these members of the Sakura family, in order to steal the supernatural powers of the demon race, actually went so far as to engage in such despicable acts with them. They have truly disgraced cultivators!"

The black-robed cultivator beside him maintained his cold and aloof demeanor, and said calmly:

"Some of the innate abilities of the demon race are indeed unique."

"The physical strength, speed, and even some special abilities brought by the power of bloodline are extremely attractive to some cultivators who pursue ultimate power or have no other choice."

"If the Sakura family's secret techniques were not kept secret, I think there would be quite a few cultivators willing to risk their lives to test them."

Zhou Tong curled his lip, still feeling disgusted, but he knew that what the black-robed cultivator said made sense.

In the world of cultivation, strength is paramount; as long as one can become stronger, there will always be those willing to take the risk.

In the world of cultivation, strength is paramount; as long as one can become stronger, there will always be those willing to take the risk.

He fell silent, his gaze refocusing on the increasingly intense battle below the stage.

At this moment, Chen Xu's attack speed had already reached an incredible level, but he did not immediately unleash his full power.

Instead, he deliberately suppressed this power, keeping his gun speed at a level that was just enough to withstand the attack.

He was taking this opportunity to experience the feeling of control his body had over this almost out-of-control force.

However, Ying Ning's attack speed is getting faster and faster, and Chen Xu frowned.

Because Yingning hadn't shown this ability before in the jade slip space.

He then stopped trying to suppress his attacks and unleashed his full attack speed.

An invisible wave of energy exploded outwards from Chen Xu.

At this moment, the speed of the First Holy Spear in his hand exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

Suddenly, endless dark light erupted from the battle stage, stirring up gusts of wind.

Ying Ning's claw strikes were no match for the whirlwind created by this absolute speed and power.

It couldn't even hold on for a moment before being easily neutralized.

In the eye of the storm, Ying Ning only had time to let out a sharp shriek as blue scales grew wildly on her arms in an attempt to resist...

However, it was all too late!

The storm of tens of thousands of spear points swept over her body without any hindrance.

The next moment, a rain of blood mixed with fine bits of flesh fell like crimson cherry blossoms.

Instantly, the dark light and the gale dissipated, revealing the vast battle stage.

All that remained was a black spear pointing diagonally at the ground, and Chen Xu standing there, holding the spear, his body radiating a terrifying killing intent.

The sudden change left all the cultivators speechless.

Nan Dahai also opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

He knew this Fellow Daoist Xu was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong...