Chu Tian’s palm collided with the wind shield, emitting a resounding explosion as the overlapping air currents surged forth.
His palm was knocked away by the counterforce, and the opponent’s wind shield also shattered.
Then Chu Tian swung his staff.
*Clang…* a muffled sound.
The opponent’s head instantly went numb.
A large lump, as if blown by air, appeared on his head.
Next, Chu Tian delivered another slap.
*Smack…*
This time, it was cleanly landed on the opponent’s face.
*Clang…* Another swing of the staff, hitting the lump precisely.
The double lump, stacked together, made him look like a葫芦娃 (Huluwa) reborn.
Chu Tian slapped him again.
The opponent’s cheeks became symmetrical.
The originally tall and handsome youth.
Had completely transformed into a gourd spirit!
"You dare to hit me…"
Before he could finish speaking, an explosion echoed from the cliff.
Chu Tian stepped forward, kicked him in the chest, and flew towards the seven people in the distance.
Upon seeing their companion being beaten, the seven individuals felt indignant.
But seeing Chu Tian charging out of the cliff, their eyes narrowed, thinking: This City Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts City is truly an idiot.
Do you think you are a War God Realm expert?
Still daring to engage a wind element priest in mid-air?
The inner disciples of the Feng Hun Sect are all dual cultivators of magic and martial arts.
In their eyes, Chu Tian’s action was no different from seeking death.
Held by Chu Tian and used as a skateboard, the person was lifted, and one of Chu Tian’s feet kicked towards one of them.
That fellow was even more arrogant.
Seeing Chu Tian’s foot kicking towards him, he didn’t dodge.
Wind elements swirled around his fists, forming a ball of wind.
His fists swung with boundless power.
He fiercely struck towards Chu Tian’s sole.
*Bang…*
A muffled sound occurred at this moment.
"Impossible…"
The man’s eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out.
The condensed wind sphere in his hands was easily kicked apart by Chu Tian’s foot.
The scattered wind elements surged up, creating a booming explosion.
The gourd spirit, being used as a skateboard by Chu Tian, was instantly blasted apart, turning into a bloody mist.
Then Chu Tian’s large iron staff flew…
No one could clearly see how Chu Tian made his moves.
Only screams were heard. Those seven Feng Hun Priests, dual cultivators of magic and martial arts, each had two large lumps on their heads.
They all fell down in unison, their fates unknown.
And Chu Tian… stood in the air.
"What… you are War God Realm? Ah…" Feng Lie in the distance was greatly shocked.
Yin Yiran seized this opportunity and unleashed a lightning strike.
Feng Lie was instantly hit, his hair standing on end, but he suffered no serious damage.
"Damn it…" Feng Lie endured the searing pain and prepared to fight.
However, Yin Yiran did not linger, her body like lightning as she retreated from the battle.
She cast a deep glance at Chu Tian, filled with curiosity and unfamiliarity, and then turned and shot away without stopping.
The speed of the Golden Falcon was top-tier among demonic beasts, and coupled with her apparent mastery of lightning power, it was extraordinary.
In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Chu Tian watched the direction she left, wanting to pursue, but seeing the current state of the battlefield, he could only give up.
Moreover, he caught the look Yin Yiran gave him as she left.
There was no hatred in her eyes; instead, it was one of extreme unfamiliarity.
It was as if she had never seen Chu Tian before.
The last time they met at the giant city of the Golden Falcon’s stronghold, her gaze towards Chu Tian was not like this.
There was such hatred, as if she wished to tear him apart immediately.
Could it be… she wasn’t Yin Yiran?
Before Chu Tian could ponder further, Feng Lie suddenly roared.
"Activate… Blood Burning Art… Finish this quickly!"
The seven individuals fighting Wei Jin were stunned.
Although unwilling, they gritted their teeth.
They simultaneously roared at the sky, and suddenly their clothes exploded, leaving them with only trousers. Their exposed skin was covered in blood-red scales.
Thick blood flowed between the scales, solidifying in moments to form a crystal.
Not only their bodies but also their faces were covered by scales, half flesh and half scales, dripping with blood, looking extremely terrifying.
As the scales covered their bodies, their aura suddenly became incredibly fearsome.
"Beastification?" Seeing this, Chu Tian’s first thought was of mutants like Lin Chi.
However… the aura felt wrong.
This aura is…
Chu Tian frowned, then suddenly relaxed and exclaimed in shock, "This is the aura of the Blood Race…"
"The Blood Race… they are using a Blood Race secret art… Boss… which star domain are you from?"
As Chu Tian spoke, Miao Zuo behind him seemed to witness something terrifying.
However, Chu Tian had no time to answer him at this moment.
The auras of the seven people on the other side suddenly surged to the Nirvana Realm, and Wei Jin dared not hold back, his aura also skyrocketing.
His peak Nirvana Realm cultivation was fully revealed!
"You… very good, people of Ten Thousand Beasts City, are you still playing these low-level tricks of hiding strength?
Today, I will show you who the pig is and who the tiger is!"
When Feng Lie saw the seven activate the Blood Burning Art, a confident smile appeared on his face.
However, the next moment, upon seeing Wei Jin’s aura.
His expression immediately turned cold.
However, despite Wei Jin’s higher realm, he was still in a precarious situation.
These seven people fought like monsters, launching suicidal attacks.
Completely disregarding their own injuries.
As if they knew no pain!
Seeing this, Chu Tian moved, intending to help.
"Your opponent is me!" Feng Lie flashed, his speed extremely fast, directly blocking Chu Tian.
Chu Tian frowned. This Feng Lie was quite bold, knowing he was War God Realm yet daring to stand in front of him. He wondered what his confidence stemmed from.
"Kid, you are quite impressive, reaching the War God Realm at such a young age. Do you think… you are already invincible?
I don’t mind telling you, this is my ninth time entering this place, all for the sake of waiting for the true opening of this Sacred Spirit Realm."
As Feng Lie spoke, his aura continuously surged.
Life and Death Realm… Tong Ming Realm… Nirvana Realm… Early Stage… Mid Stage… Late Stage… Peak… War God Realm…
His aura changed constantly, advancing rapidly.
At the same time… a mysterious aura emanated from within him.
"Ancient aura… He is… he is a sealer, at least thousands of years old!"
Behind Chu Tian, on the cliff, Miao Zuo suddenly exclaimed loudly.
"Sealer? Thousands of years old? Isn’t the maximum age limit here below thirty-five?" Chu Tian frowned.
Miao Zuo remained silent, while Feng Lie laughed heartily.
"Hahaha… Nine thousand years ago, when I was twenty, I entered the Sacred Spirit Realm for the first time and learned its secrets.
The Saint Assembly that occurs once every thousand years in the Sea of Death is merely to forcefully open the barrier between realms, and the passage from the Sacred Spirit Realm to the upper layer opens once every hundred thousand years.
That time, I completed the trial, received guidance from a master, and learned the Blood Burial Sealing God technique. I used the strength of my entire sect, and after each trial, I would seal myself.
Over eight assemblies, I sealed my bone age eight times. Now, if you calculate it, I am still less than twenty-one years old!
After sleeping for so long, I was waiting for this true trial to ascend to the ninth level in one go.
You kid, you are three days late, which has made me lose my advantage. You deserve to die…"
Feng Lie’s aura before Chu Tian continuously increased, finally stopping at the late stage of the War God Realm.
Although his aura was not as solid as Old Yang’s, appearing somewhat superficial.
It was likely due to consuming a large amount of rare treasures, forcibly boosting his strength.
However, his cultivation realm was the highest Chu Tian had encountered among his enemies thus far.
Furthermore, the aura emanating from his body also carried the scent of the Blood Race.
It was exactly the same as the aura of the King of Blood.
What connection does this Sea of Death have with the Blood Race?
Could it be that this Feng Hun Sect is composed of people from the Blood Race? Or is there a remnant of the Blood Race in their bloodline?
Chu Tian had a feeling that the ultimate mystery of this trial journey was about to be unveiled.