The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

Zhang Tao stroked his beard and smiled, saying:

"Although it's a stubborn rock, it's barely usable."

"This competition will be a good opportunity for him to go up and see what it's like, so he doesn't become a laughing stock for our faction, haha..."

Just then, a clear and melodious cry of a crane came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw three streaks of light rushing towards them from the distant horizon, arriving above the training ground in an instant.

As the light faded, three figures appeared. The first one was a beautiful young woman dressed in the attire of the Yuntian Sect. She possessed an ethereal气质 and unfathomable cultivation. She was none other than Ye Qingxian, the daughter of the Yuntian Sect's sect leader.

Behind her were two young disciples, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman was also beautiful and refined. Both of them were geniuses with fifth-grade spiritual roots.

"Welcome, Fairy Ye! Welcome, everyone from the Cloud Heaven Sect!"

The Taoist elder, Elder Wang, led the other elders to hurriedly rise, cup their hands in greeting, and greet them with utmost respect.

As one of the nine major sects, the Yuntian Sect's power far surpasses that of smaller sects like the Daoist sects.

Ye Qingxian landed gracefully, her beautiful eyes sweeping across the entire audience, and she nodded slightly:

"Elder of the Daoist sect, there's no need for such formalities. My father heard that your sect and the martial arts sect of Yangchun City are having a grand exchange today, so he specially ordered me to bring two disciples to observe. If there are any outstanding talents, we can recommend them to our Yuntian Sect."

These words caused an uproar, and the Taoist disciples were filled with fervent hope.

To be able to enter the Cloud Heaven Sect, even as an outer disciple, is a meteoric rise!

Even those inner disciples who originally didn't care much about the sect competition, thinking they had it in the bag and that it was just a minor skirmish, are now all eager to try their luck.

Surrounded by a group of elders, Ye Qingxian took her seat in the guest area.

She stood gracefully, her gaze serene as she looked towards the training ground, as if everything was irrelevant to her, yet everything was under her scrutiny.

The male disciple behind her, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his body surging with spiritual energy, already possessed the cultivation of the early Foundation Establishment stage. He whispered to Ye Qingxian:

"Senior sister, the Taoist sects in Tianyuan City seem to have very low spiritual energy around them, and their disciples' spiritual roots are probably limited. I wonder if we can find any promising talents worth looking at?"

Ye Qingxian picked up her teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, parted her red lips slightly, and said in a clear and melodious voice:

"Ling Feng, don't underestimate this small sect. On the path of cultivation, talent is important, but opportunity and temperament are also indispensable. Let's wait and see; perhaps there will be unexpected surprises."

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the enthusiastic disciples on the sidelines, and finally, as if sweeping away dust, landed on Jiang Fan in the corner, but did not linger there.

In her view, this was just an ordinary mortal boy with no spiritual energy fluctuations, completely different from the eager cultivators in the arena, and not worth mentioning.

However, this fleeting glimpse stirred up a tidal wave in Jiang Fan's heart.

Yuntian Sect.

Isn't this the very place where Liu Ruyan relied on her powerful backer, and the witness to their one-year promise?

Unexpectedly, people from the Yuntian Sect appeared at the Taoist sect at this critical juncture.

His fist clenched silently inside his sleeve, his nails digging into his palm.

He has a year to go and must improve his strength as soon as possible.

The competition officially kicked off amidst great anticipation.

The arena was filled with an aura of killing intent.

Each side fielded twenty participants, for a total of twenty matches.

This was supposed to be a grand event for the Tianyuan Dao Sect to showcase its strength and exchange ideas with the neighboring martial arts sects, but it turned into a one-sided, crushing lesson.

The first few outer disciples of the Taoist sect, relying on their superior cultivation, won three matches in a row.

One disciple forced his opponent back with his exquisite swordsmanship, while another disciple fought back and won, saving face for the Taoist sect.

The disciples watching from below the stage were slightly encouraged, thinking that there was still hope for them in this competition.

However, starting from the fourth game, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The martial arts faction in Yangchun City is not only powerful, but also seems to have figured out the methods of the Taoist disciples, and the opponents they send out are also very targeted.

In the fourth match, a Taoist disciple skilled in fire magic was defeated when a martial arts disciple with unpredictable movements closed in on him before he could even gather his spiritual power. The disciple struck his vital points several times, causing his spiritual power to become disordered.

In the fifth match, a Taoist disciple specializing in strength clashed head-on with a martial disciple who also excelled in strength. Initially, they were evenly matched, but after a few rounds, the Taoist disciple ran out of energy and was caught off guard by his opponent, who delivered a vicious knee strike to his abdomen. The disciple was in so much pain that he curled up on the ground and vomited repeatedly.

Then came the sixth game, the seventh game...

The disciples of the Yangchun City Martial Arts School displayed astonishing combat skills and teamwork.

They are strong, aggressive, and tenacious, often able to thrive in adversity.

Taoist disciples, once they fall into a disadvantageous position, are prone to losing their composure and becoming disorganized.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

Screams and the sound of bones cracking filled the air. On the arena, Taoist disciples were knocked down one after another.

Some disciples were kicked off the stage, others were immobilized by magic, and some were even completely overwhelmed by the aura, their spirits collapsed, and they voluntarily admitted defeat.

The dark-faced elder leading the martial arts group became increasingly flamboyant, starting from his initial caution.

He leaned back in his seat and smiled at Elder Wang, the Grand Elder of the Taoist sect:

"Elder Wang, your sect's disciples still lack composure. They panic at the slightest setback; how can this be acceptable?"

Elder Wang's face was ashen, and he gripped the teacup so tightly that it made a cracking sound, but he was speechless.

Facts speak louder than words; the situation on the field is clear.

When the tenth match ended, the Daoist sect's inner disciple, considered the most promising contender for the top three, collapsed on the stage after enduring dozens of rounds, struck in the back of the neck by a martial arts sect inner disciple. A sense of despair completely enveloped the Daoist sect.

In ten matches, the Tianyuan Dao Sect only managed to win a paltry three, suffering crushing defeats in the remaining seven.

Moreover, the three wins were extremely hard-fought, while the seven losses were utterly crushing defeats.

At this moment, the martial arts faction was in high spirits, with disciples high-fiving each other in celebration, their gazes toward the Taoist faction filled with undisguised contempt.

On the Taoist side, the remaining disciples were all dejected.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels even trembled slightly because of the miserable state of their companions and the arrogance of their opponents.

The dark-faced elder stood up, his voice booming with the arrogance of a victor, and said:

"Elder Wang, it seems your sect's disciples still need to go into seclusion and cultivate diligently."

"At this rate, with ten matches left, my martial arts faction will probably wipe your faction out completely, hahaha!"

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, shattering the last psychological defenses of the Taoist sect members.

Shaving one's head is such a humiliation.

Zhang Tao sat on the elders' seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He had originally hoped that his disciples would live up to his expectations, but he never imagined that things would turn out this way.

His gaze swept over the hesitant disciples in his own ranks, and a surge of anger rose to his head.

Just as the Taoist sect was about to lose face, Zhang Tao suddenly stood up, his gaze like that of a venomous snake, shooting towards the previously overlooked corner on the sidelines, and shouted sharply:

"Jiang Fan, what are you standing there for? Get up here!"

All eyes were instantly focused.

In the shadows of the corner, Jiang Fan slowly raised his head.

With no expression on his face, Jiang Fan strode towards the arena under the watchful eyes of several people.

His steps were steady, without the slightest hint of stage fright or excitement, as calm as if he were walking towards his own backyard.

After twenty major competitions, the last glimmer of hope for the Tianyuan Dao Sect was placed on this disciple who didn't even possess spiritual power.

What an irony, and what a tragedy!