If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Whoosh—!

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap! This is insane! Absolutely insane!"

"An early-stage Core Formation cultivator crushing a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator head-on?! Is this even humanly possible?"

"A dark horse! This is definitely the biggest dark horse of this competition!"

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Looking at his second senior sister, who stood with her broken sword and looked utterly dejected, he felt only a sense of sorrow, like the plight of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

"Even with Second Senior Sister's strength, she couldn't even force him to reveal his trump card..."

"What exactly was that dragon's roar just now?"

"This Xiao Fan is too complicated; I can't handle him."

however.

What truly made Mo Chengyue feel despair was not just Xiao Fan.

The next match.

Arena number six.

Chaoyun Peak, Ye Changfeng.

That guy who supposedly possesses a heaven-defying treasure and was taken in as a personal disciple by Elder Luo.

His opponent was a mid-stage Core Formation body cultivator known for his defense, nicknamed "Immovable as a Mountain".

Ye Changfeng was dressed in white, as white as snow.

He was carrying the famous high-grade spiritual weapon, the Heavenly Origin Sword.

He's even more outrageous than Xiao Fan.

Game start.

The body cultivator roared and activated a full eighteen layers of protective light shields, wrapping himself up like a glowing tortoise shell.

Ye Changfeng merely glanced at it indifferently.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Draw your sword.

He swung his sword.

Sheath your sword.

The movements were so fast that it was impossible to see the trajectory.

A single, stunningly beautiful cyan sword light sliced ​​through eighteen layers of light shields as easily as cutting tofu, and incidentally shaved off a lock of hair from the body cultivator's head.

And then... no more.

The body cultivator was so frightened that he knelt down.

Because if that sword strike hadn't been delivered with restraint, it wouldn't have cut through the light shield, but rather his head.

"One sword can break all laws?"

Mo Chengyue's hands were trembling.

"One is a brute force cheat (Xiao Fan), and the other is a technical cheat (Ye Changfeng)."

"What the hell is the point of this competition?!"

The next two matches.

The Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect, Ye Wushang.

This holy son, dressed in purple robes and exuding an air of nobility, displayed an extremely terrifying power of command.

He cultivates the Heavenly Demon Strategy, one of the most treasured martial arts techniques of the Hehuan Sect.

With a single move, countless demonic shadows appeared, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, allowing the opponent to be completely manipulated and ultimately winning the match without bloodshed.

Lin Miaoyin, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

This one is more heavyweight.

She didn't even lift a finger.

She simply stood on the stage and gently plucked the strings of her pipa.

A song titled "The Chaotic Dance of the Heavenly Demons".

The opponent, a burly, physically strong man, actually jumped off the stage with glazed eyes and drool dripping from his mouth, grinning foolishly, right in front of everyone.

Psychological attacks are terrifying.

This is the end.

The four finalists have been determined.

Xiao Fan, Ye Changfeng, Ye Wushang, Lin Miaoyin.

Each one of them is a monster capable of suppressing an entire era if placed outside.

Each one of them is a monster capable of killing people of a much higher level.

Looking at this breathtakingly luxurious list of the top four.

Mo Chengyue silently tidied up his small stool, poured all the remaining sunflower seeds into his mouth, and chewed them thoroughly.

"This world is too dangerous."

"I think I'll go back to my library."

"These days, you'd be embarrassed to go out and greet people if you didn't have a rebirth system or an old man by your side."

"Unlike me, I'm just a weak, helpless nobody who only knows how to live off women."

He touched the well-worn copy of "The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic" in his arms, a hint of self-consolation flashing in his eyes.

"Luckily, I have a rich woman."

"As long as I hold onto Elder Leng's coattails tightly, this battle of the gods shouldn't... affect me, right?"

"...I guess so?"

......

The morning sunlight did not bring any warmth to the training ground.

Instead, the air was thick with a suffocatingly low pressure because of the upcoming showdown.

The first match of the semi-finals.

The No. 3 arena had already been reinforced overnight.

Not only was the ground paved with harder black gold rock, but the surrounding protective array was also increased from three layers to five layers.

Clearly, the sect elders were also aware of this.

The two next up aren't here to spar; they're here to demolish buildings.

Mo Chengyue huddled in the most inconspicuous corner of the stands.

His gear has been upgraded again today.

Not only did he wear a soft armor, but he also wore a thick cotton robe that he had taken from the servants' quarters.

It looks like a bloated ball.

"There's no other way, safety comes first."

Mo Chengyue held a thermos in his hands, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"Today's match is a true clash between Tier 0 players."

"One is Xiao Fan, who comes with a protagonist's script and maxed-out combat awareness, and is practically cheating."

"One is Ye Wushang, the sect's holy son, who has abundant resources and extraordinary talent."

"This isn't a competition for Core Formation stage cultivators; it's clearly two immortals practicing on alternate accounts."

At this moment, the elder referee took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:

"The first match of the semi-finals: Xiao Fan from Tiantai Peak versus Saint Ye Wushang!"

The voice just fell.

Two figures appeared on the arena almost simultaneously.

No nonsense.

They even skipped the polite gesture of cupping their hands in greeting.

Xiao Fan was still wearing the same faded disciple's robe, holding a black spear, standing as straight as a javelin.

His gaze was terrifyingly cold, as if the person standing before him was not the lofty Holy Son.

He was a dead man.

And opposite him.

Ye Wushang wore a purple-gold python robe, exuding an air of nobility.

He did not have a weapon.

Or rather, he doesn't need weapons.

With a light tap of his foot, countless eerie purple phantoms appeared behind him, like a procession of ghosts at night.

The ultimate martial art of the Hehuan Sect – "The Heavenly Demon Strategy".

"Junior Brother Xiao."

Ye Wushang's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes filled with a condescending scrutiny.

"To have reached this point with only the early stage of Core Formation cultivation, you have every reason to be proud."

"However, that's all for now."

Your path is blocked.

A standard boss opening line.

Mo Chengyue silently gave it a score in his mind: 80 points for being pretentious. If the protagonist said this, it would be 100 points. If the villain said it, it would be setting a flag.

Xiao Fan remained expressionless.

He simply raised his spear slowly, the tip pointing directly at Ye Wushang's brow.

"You talk too much nonsense."

"You'll only know after you've tried it."

boom--!!!

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Fan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

next second.

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the entire venue.

The black spear light, like an angry black dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum, instantly pierced through Ye Wushang's afterimage!

"So fast!"

The disciples below the stage gasped in surprise.

However, Mo Chengyue saw it clearly.

The moment the spear tip touched the hem of Ye Wushang's clothes, Ye Wushang's body turned into a cloud of purple smoke and dissipated.

Followed by.

Eight Nightless Warriors appeared simultaneously around the arena!

Each one exuded a terrifying aura of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Heavenly Demon Illusion?"

Mo Chengyue frowned slightly.

"That's a bit cheating, isn't it? Playing with shadow clones, huh?"

Xiao Fan did not panic when his attack missed.

He swept his spear horizontally, and the black spiritual energy within his body surged wildly.

"A trivial skill."

Xiao Fan snorted coldly, and his pupils instantly turned into pure black.

That was the "Demon Eye of Annihilation" that I cultivated when I was the Demon Emperor in my previous life. It can see through all illusions!

"die!"

Xiao Fan suddenly turned around, his spear flashing like a venomous snake, and thrust it with unparalleled precision at the seemingly inconspicuous "Ye Wushang" to his left rear.

Pfft!

The purple light shield shattered instantly.

Ye Wushang revealed his true form, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He never expected that his illusion technique, which was enough to deceive even Nascent Soul cultivators, would be seen through at a glance!

"That's interesting."

The disdain in Ye Wushang's eyes lessened somewhat.

He formed a hand seal, and the purple phantom behind him instantly solidified, transforming into a ferocious demon god dharma image that was three zhang tall.

"Heavenly Demon Great Handprint!"

A gigantic purple hand descended from the sky, carrying an overwhelming force, and slammed down on Xiao Fan.

If this were filmed accurately, not only would a person be turned into a metal disc, but even a steel plate would be turned into a pancake.

"Hide? That's not going to happen."

The fighting spirit in Xiao Fan's eyes burned to its extreme.

Instead of avoiding the challenge, he faced it head-on!

The spine inside his body seemed to transform into a great dragon, letting out a deafening roar.

"Dragon-Controlling Spear - Sky-Shattering!"

Xiao Fan merged with the spear, transforming into a blinding black light, forcefully pushing against the enormous demonic hand and soaring into the sky!

A clash of titans!