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Counterfeit Imperial Weapon, Myriad Transformations of Immortal Gold!

It was made from leftover scraps left over when the Great Emperor of the Big Dipper forged his imperial weapon.

It looks like an ordinary piece of iron, but it can be transformed into any shape the user desires.

The moment that piece of iron appeared in Feng Zhi's hand!

The world changed color, and the wind and clouds suddenly became chaotic!

The clear sky above the training ground, which had been cloudless, suddenly darkened.

A fierce wind arose from the void, and lightning followed the storm. The chiefs on the high platform all changed their expressions.

"What happened?"

"Why is it so dark? Has an enemy invaded?"

"No! It's that piece of metal in his hand!"

All eyes were focused on the center of the arena, on the palm-sized piece of iron in Feng Zhi's hand.

It was jet black, with a rough surface and irregular notches along the edges, making it look like scrap iron just picked up from the riverbank.

But at this moment, this piece of scrap metal is radiating a vast and powerful force that is stirring up the rules of this world.

On the high platform, the Holy Lord and the six chief ministers stood up one after another.

"The aura of an Imperial Weapon!"

Yang Ding blurted out, his voice like muffled thunder, "This is impossible! Isn't the Imperial Weapon supposed to be suppressing the fortune deep within the Holy Land?"

"It's not the true form of the Imperial Weapon." Bei Shenfeng's knuckles, gripping the armrest, had turned white.

"It's a counterfeit."

"Can a counterfeit have this kind of imposing presence?" Yang Ding's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This is almost as powerful as a quasi-Emperor weapon!"

Danyangzi's gaze was fixed on that piece of iron:

"This is not an ordinary counterfeit."

He gasped, "Myriad Transformation Immortal Gold! I can feel the same aura as an Emperor Weapon! This is a replica made from Myriad Transformation Immortal Gold!"

Upon hearing this, the entire platform fell silent.

Myriad Transformation Immortal Gold is the supreme divine material for forging imperial weapons. The Myriad Transformation Imperial Weapon, the treasure of the Beidou Sacred Land, was forged from this material.

It can change into countless forms at will, transforming into a cauldron to suppress the ages, or into a sword to cleave the universe!

Even the scraps left over from forging imperial weapons are far superior to ordinary divine materials!

That was immortal gold imbued with the laws of the Emperor's Way; a single piece was enough to break the skull of a Great Saint-level expert and attract the attention of a Quasi-Emperor!

"The old patriarch has given this kid his absolute best! He's treating him way too well!"

The peak masters were all extremely envious. Their weapons were only semi-saint weapons, yet this kid in the Core Formation stage actually had a great saint weapon protecting him!

"Don't be envious." Bei Shenfeng picked up his teacup, slowly sat down, and regained his previous composure.

"Here you go, but can you use it? Immortal metal has a spirit; it recognizes people. If you don't gain its approval, it's just a piece of scrap metal in your hands."

The group choked for a moment, then touched their noses. If they had that ability, they wouldn't be at this level now.

Danyangzi stroked his beard and sighed, "The Myriad Transformations Immortal Gold has a spirit, and the fact that it recognized him as its master proves that his understanding of the Emperor's Scripture is already very profound!"

On the arena, the strange phenomena in the heavens and earth finally subsided.

Feng Zhi transformed it into a dark gold long staff, although his weak cultivation level prevented him from fully activating the Great Sacred Artifact.

But its quality alone is far superior to Gu Changfeng's knife!

Gu Changfeng held the Po Jun sword, his hands and feet feeling cold.

No way, bro! What level is this? You really intend to fight me with this thing? Can I take back what I just said...?

He came here to prove fairness, not to be tortured by you with the sacred artifact!

"Frog Fun, what the hell level is this? It must be at least a Saint Weapon!" The core disciples, who had been silent until now, were no longer calm and stared in disbelief.

"What's the point of fighting? With one shake of the sacred weapon, Senior Brother was reduced to ashes!" They were all speechless. What was the point of fighting now?

……

"Alright! Holy Son, put away your supernatural powers and stop using weapons. Just do as you said before."

Seeing that his disciple was in a dilemma, Bei Shenfeng told Feng Zhi to stop playing around.

"Ahem, junior disciple, I was just joking with you. Don't worry about me, just attack. I'm really fine!" Feng Zhi also felt that this was a bit like bullying the younger one.

Gu Changfeng remained silent, but regardless, the other party had already sheathed their weapon. The opportunity was right there at his feet; refusing it would be pretentious.

He flicked the Po Jun blade to his side, and the blade immediately disappeared into his storage ring.

His spiritual power surged once more. He unleashed the full power of the eighth level of the Core Formation stage, causing the obsidian iron ground to crack once more.

"Very well, then let us fight bare-handed and ask the Holy Son for guidance!"

Feng Zhi thought to himself that this person was really stubborn. If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you so fussy about pursuing fairness? Does he expect to talk about fairness when he's fighting for his life outside?

"Alright, come on, use all your strength!"

Gu Changfeng said no more, his whole body transformed into a blurry white shadow, and his right fist, carrying the full force of his compressed spiritual power, slammed out.

Feng Zhi also threw a punch. This was his first real fight, and he wanted to test his strength.

boom!

The two fists collided, triggering the barrier at the edge of the ring. The steward maintaining the barrier staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

Feng Zhi remained unfazed, sensing the other's power.

"Six Forbidden Realms level strength? Truly a genius. Let me test what I've learned!"

He then stopped holding back, turning his fist into a palm. A flash of dark golden light appeared, and his spiritual energy surged into his right palm like a river flowing backward.

He spread his five fingers and grasped at Gu Changfeng in mid-air, his voice like an imperial edict.

"A world in the palm of your hand".

A dark golden hand phantom appeared out of thin air above the arena, its five fingers spread out like an inverted mountain.

The palm lines were clearly etched, and then the five fingers slowly closed, compressing the air and causing it to hiss sharply.

Gu Changfeng's pupils contracted.

He wanted to retreat and unleash his supernatural powers to counterattack, but the dark gold palm had already imprisoned all his magical power, and no matter which direction he retreated, he could not escape the closing of those five fingers.

The palm seemed to grow larger and larger in his eyes. Just then, the dark gold palm stopped a foot in front of him and did not continue to close.

But that invisible sense of oppression had trapped him in place, rendering him unable to move.

"Nephew, you've lost," Feng Zhi said.

He had already stopped. If he wanted, he could have easily taken Gu Changfeng under his control and crushed him, but this was merely a competition between fellow disciples.

And this is only his normal combat power at the Seven Forbidden Levels; he didn't even activate the Humanity Emperor's Dawn Technique.

At this moment, Gu Changfeng was suppressed to the spot by that dark golden giant palm, and his spiritual power was suppressed and stagnated.

Upon hearing these four words, Gu Changfeng did not refute them. He simply remained silent, feeling the force emanating from the giant hand—neither too much nor too little.

It pinned him down so tightly he couldn't move, yet without harming him in the slightest. That control itself was the answer.

"...I lost."

The voice wasn't loud, but there was no wind on the stage, so every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

As Feng Zhi retracted his five fingers, the dark gold giant palm silently dissipated, and the invisible force pressing down on Gu Changfeng also faded away.

He didn't say anything; saying anything to the loser at this moment would be an insult to him. He simply nodded to Gu Changfeng.

Then he turned around and walked towards the hundreds of thousands of disciples below the stage.