Martial Universe: Invincible through lottery, with godlike comprehension from the start.

Before that terrifying giant sword even fell, its fierce and unparalleled sword wind had already penetrated down, cleaving the huge arena in two.

The terrifying wind pressure pressed Wang Yan's robes tightly against his body, yet he still held his head high, the giant sword rapidly enlarging in his eyes.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Scripture, huh? Have you forgotten that I am also a disciple of the Heavenly Palace..."

Wang Yan muttered to himself, and suddenly a violent surge of Yuan energy erupted from his body, causing the surrounding Yuan energy to boil.

Finally, right there at the point of spatial distortion, it transformed into a giant lightsaber that was in no way weaker than the lightsaber that Ying Xiaoxiao had condensed.

"Great Heavenly Cloud-Piercing Sword!"

Wang Yan suddenly waved his sleeve, and the giant black light sword shot out. At the same time, he moved and appeared on the giant sword, crashing fiercely into the light sword released by Ying Xiaoxiao!

The two enormous light swords collided with a deafening roar, like meteors!

boom!

The terrifying impact instantly destroyed more than a dozen huge arenas in the vicinity, and some Dao Sect disciples hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be involved.

Above the sky, dark blue and black light were encroaching, as if the end of the world had arrived!

A sharp sword light whistled past Ying Xiaoxiao's ear, shaving off a strand of her hair. Her eyes, however, were fixed on Wang Yan, who was right in front of her. Then, she gritted her teeth, and a three-foot-long sword flashed out, thrusting directly at Wang Yan's throat.

Facing Ying Xiaoxiao's fierce attack, Wang Yan did not dodge, but instead fiercely grabbed out with his palm.

Seeing this scene, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes changed, and she finally softened. At the moment the sword light pierced Wang Yan's palm, a bitter smile appeared on her face, and then the sword momentum suddenly slowed down.

"I told you, don't hold back..." Wang Yan said in a hoarse voice, but without any mercy, he seized the opportunity and struck Ying Xiaoxiao's shoulder with a palm.

Bang!

The force was so fierce, like a volcanic eruption, that Ying Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled, and she fell to the ground, landing somewhat disheveled.

The deep thud of the landing startled Ying Huanhuan, who was standing some distance away, causing her face to turn pale.

Swish!

As soon as Ying Xiaoxiao landed, Wang Yan's ghostly figure followed closely behind, a black sword radiating coldness pressed against her.

"You lost..."

Wang Yan stared indifferently at Ying Xiaoxiao, whose pretty face was pale, and slowly said.

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

"Can we announce the results now?"

Wang Yan turned his head, looked at the steward, and spoke calmly.

The steward paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ying Xuanzi on the high platform. Seeing that Ying Xuanzi nodded, he announced, "Wang Yan wins this match!"

The sound rang out, but the mountaintop remained completely silent.

Wang Yan ignored this completely, sheathed his heavy sword, turned and left, his indifferent voice carrying as he turned: "I will come again when the sect competition begins."

Ying Xiaoxiao watched Wang Yan's retreating figure. At this moment, even she, who was always strong, had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, it seems you've forgotten what I said that day: first place in the palace examination is mine!"

Just then, Lin Fan strode towards the stage and spoke leisurely.

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent, and countless eyes were focused on Lin Fan!

Chapter 247 Senior Brother Wang Yan, you've lost! [Please continue reading]

Silence enveloped the entire mountaintop.

Those ever-changing gazes came from all directions, finally settling on Lin Fan.

On the chaotic stage, Ying Huanhuan had just walked up to Ying Xiaoxiao.

At this moment, both sisters stared blankly at Lin Fan.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Lin Fan moved swiftly, landing in the center of the arena. He looked at Wang Yan and calmly said, "Senior Brother Wang Yan, please enlighten me."

Wang Yan paused, and after a moment, he slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan, his gaze sharp as a knife, and a fierce aura emanating from his body once again.

However, despite Wang Yan's murderous aura, Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged.

Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Wang Yan, you're far from being able to intimidate me with your aura. Let's just start the battle!"

Wang Yan stared directly at Lin Fan, paused for a moment, and said, "Since you insist, then let's fight! However, as I said before, I will not hold back when I fight someone."

"It's alright, I don't need you to hold back," Lin Fan said with a smile.

Then, his gaze turned to the high platform seats.

Upon seeing his gaze fall upon them, the four hall masters, including Chen Zhen and Qi Lei, exchanged glances before finally turning their attention to Ying Xuanzi at the very center.

Ying Xuanzi's eyes, as vast as the sea, were fixed on Lin Fan in the arena. After a moment, he seemed to chuckle softly and then nodded slightly.

Chen Zhen and the others breathed a slight sigh of relief when they saw Ying Xuanzi nod.

Then, Chen Zhen's gaze swept across the entire arena, and he said in a low voice, "This will be the final competition of this year's Palace Examination."

"The winner will take the final championship and will also have the authority to command disciples during the sect competition."

"If you are all ready... then let's do it!"

As Chen Zhen's last deep voice fell, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze!

Swish!

However, this solidification only lasted for a few breaths.

Then, an astonishing aura of malevolence suddenly erupted from the arena.

In an instant, Wang Yan's figure transformed into a blur, the heavy sword falling into his hand. The sword flashed straight out, swift as lightning, and thrust towards Lin Fan's throat!

The moment Wang Yan made his move, Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He stomped his foot on the ground and soared into the air. At the same time, he clenched his fist, and a black tree trunk appeared!

With a slight thought, Lin Fan activated the power of the Primordial Ancestral Symbol, unleashing its ultimate power. He then lifted the black tree, which was as hard as refined iron, and slammed it down fiercely against the black heavy sword!

"clang!"

The greatsword and the black tree collided with a deafening roar in the next instant, and a fierce gust of wind swept outwards.

boom!

A terrifying storm spread across the area, its powerful shockwaves seemingly distorting space itself.

Wang Yan's body went completely out of control and he was violently thrown away, almost losing his grip on the black heavy sword!

Even Wang Yan's face turned pale, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Wow!

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar upon witnessing this scene.

They never expected that the first move between Lin Fan and Wang Yan would lead to such a situation!

A hint of joy flashed in Ying Huanhuan's big eyes.

As soon as Wang Yan landed, he immediately launched a counterattack. The black heavy sword in his hand transformed into a black storm, and the sharp and violent sword light covered Lin Fan like a tidal wave!

Faced with Wang Yan's offensive, Lin Fan's mind stirred slightly, and a pair of crimson wings, several meters in size, suddenly appeared on his back. Flames burned fiercely on the wings, which were beautiful yet full of danger!

It is the Vermilion Bird's Wings!

With a flap of his crimson wings, Lin Fan soared into the air, deflecting all the fierce sword beams that were hurtling towards him.

Immediately, his five fingers shot out, and the void behind him shattered once more. From the void, an ancient figure strolled out.

"Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Hand!"

Without wasting any words, Lin Fan suddenly stretched out his left hand and slammed it down on Wang Yan on the ground!

boom!

As Lin Fan slapped down with his palm, the light and shadow in the void also shot out with a palm strike.

In an instant, an enormous ancient palm print appeared out of thin air and then slammed down on Wang Yan below!

Above the sky, the Yuan energy surged violently, its target locked directly on Wang Yan below.

Before the giant hand even landed, terrifying cracks had already appeared on the ground, spreading hundreds of meters away!

Many Daoist disciples felt their scalps tingle and hurriedly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

laugh!

Wang Yan looked up at the terrifying giant hand that roared down from the sky, a look of solemnity flashing across his eyes, and he slammed his heavy sword into the ground.

Then his hand seals suddenly changed, and instantly, astonishing waves of energy surged forth from his body.

"The Emperor's Sutra, the Emperor's Bell!"

Almost at this moment, the primal energy between heaven and earth converged on Wang Yan's body in a frenzied manner, and then merged with the vast primal energy within his body, transforming into a giant ancient bell under the gaze of countless eyes.

clang!

The moment the ancient bell was formed, a giant hand in the sky, accompanied by terrifying fluctuations, roared down and slammed heavily onto the ancient bell.

Instantly, a loud chime resounded throughout the land.

Boom!

The already devastated mountaintop was once again struck by a violent burst of light. The boulders that had been shattered were instantly reduced to dust by the spreading shockwave.

Click!

Countless gazes converged on the point of impact. After enduring such a terrifying bombardment, the massive ancient bell cracked and finally shattered completely with a loud bang.

"puff!"

Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his disheveled figure, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, reappeared in everyone's sight.

"call!"

Lin Fan's Vermilion Bird Wings flapped, directly stirring up a scorching storm in this world.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan appeared in front of Wang Yan, and the black tree trunk in his hand slammed down on Wang Yan's shoulder.

"boom!"

A dull thud rang out, and Wang Yan was sent flying backward, coughing up blood and his chest caved in.