Chapter 809 - Defeating Three Opponents

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“What Elder Chi said makes sense,” the Mo Imperial Clan patriarch nodded and said.

“We should stabilize them through the competition while figuring out a way to send a message out, for reinforcements from our lineages.”

“But with the space sealed, getting a message out is nearly impossible,” Baili Chengfeng sighed.

“I may have a way,” the elder from the Dan Imperial Clan said after a moment of silence.

“Our Dan Imperial Clan has a Divided Soul Pill. As the name implies, it separates the body and soul, allowing the soul to exist independently. The soul can travel through the void, unaffected by their spatial lock.”

“There’s such a pill?” Baili Chengfeng said with surprise.

“I can use it to leave my body and seek reinforcements. But the problem is, during that time, you must protect my body.”

The Dan elder nodded. “If my body is damaged, my soul will vanish as well.”

“Don’t worry, Elder Dan. We’ll protect your body with our lives if we have to,” the Chi Imperial Clan head assured.

“But even with this plan, we still need to buy time. Who should we send into battle as the ten?”

“The eight who made it to the quarterfinals should be eligible,” Baili Chengfeng said.

“As for the other two, Vice-Lord Xu, your lineage’s Holy Son should be able to participate. He is considered the number one among the Eastern Continent’s younger generation. And there’s the Holy Son of the Myriad Beasts Sect, Kuang Qianshan. Let those ten represent us.”

“I have no objection,” Xu Qingshan said, shaking his head.

Once everything was decided, Baili Chengfeng stepped forward and announced the list of ten.

Hearing his name mentioned, Xu Zimo looked slightly surprised, but it wasn’t out of his expectations.

“Who will go first?” Gong Yun’er stood calmly on the arena and asked.

The ten exchanged glances, but no one rushed forward.

They knew nothing about Gong Yun’er and didn’t want to fight blindly. It was better to observe a few matches first.

“I’ll go first,” Kuang Qianshan said impatiently and flew onto the stage.

“I’ll fight you.” His muscles bulged like a humanoid beast.

When he landed, the arena trembled.

With a roar, he charged at Gong Yun’er with his fists raised.

His roar resembled that of a beast, and the image of a tiger flickered over his fists.

“Plenty of strength, but lacking speed,” Gong Yun’er shook her head slightly.

In the next instant, her figure flashed and appeared behind Kuang Qianshan.

She grabbed his clothes lightly and tossed him away with what seemed like minimal force.

Kuang Qianshan got up and roared again.

His True Fate appeared, countless spirit beasts and fierce beasts roaring around him.

The Myriad Beasts body meant gathering the power of many beasts into one.

The moment the beasts appeared, the sky trembled, and roars echoed.

“Impressive True Fate, but that’s all,” Gong Yun’er shook her head. “Broad but shallow. You rely too much on superficial strength.”

As the beasts charged at her, Gong Yun’er remained calm. She slowly raised her hand.

A ghostly aura gathered in her palm.

“Netherworld Soul-Severing Palm,” she said softly.

From the aura, it was as if ten thousand ghosts emerged and collided with Kuang Qianshan.

Boom! A muffled sound echoed as Kuang Qianshan was blasted backward.

In a pure strength clash, he had lost.

Kuang Qianshan stared blankly at the scene before him.

“Next,” Gong Yun’er dusted off her robe, her clothes were still perfectly neat.

She had won easily.

“I’ll go,” Xiang Qianheng stepped onto the stage.

His aura was intense, surrounded by a black mist.

This was the Overlord Flame he practiced, an extremely tyrannical technique suited for naturally dominant individuals.

With a cold snort, Xiang Qianheng covered himself in black spiritforce and charged forward, fist raised.

Gong Yun’er smiled and met his punch head-on.

The two exchanged blows with no technique, just pure strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Echoes rang across the arena.

Gradually, Xiang Qianheng began to struggle and had to unleash his True Fate.

It was a shadowy figure.

Legend had it that the Overlord Flame was passed down from the Tyrant Overlord. The True Fate it formed was the Overlord Shadow.

With the shadow's emergence, Xiang Qianheng’s pressure eased significantly.

But the spectators felt no joy, Gong Yun’er still hadn’t shown her True Fate.

“Competing with me in dominance?” Gong Yun’er chuckled.

Suddenly, dragon roars rang out from around her.

Dragon shadows coiled around her body.

“Reverse Dragon Seven Steps,” Gong Yun’er snorted.

With each step, a dragon shadow became real. Roars echoed, and a storm brewed.

By her second step, a great dragon spiraled above her, facing off against the Overlord.

“This woman actually cultivates such a domineering meridian technique,” someone whispered.

With each step of the Reverse Dragon Seven Steps, the power increased unimaginably.

By the fifth step, Xiang Qianheng could barely hold on.

The pressure made it hard for him to breathe. Sweat poured from his forehead, and his blood vessels looked like they would burst.

His veins bulged, and his eyes turned blood red.

Just as Gong Yun’er was about to take her sixth step, Xu Qingshan stood up and shouted, “Enough, we concede.”

Losing the match wasn’t the issue. But Xiang Qianheng had been groomed carefully by the lineage and might be a future Sacred Lord. Xu Qingshan wouldn’t allow him to die here.

“Next,” Gong Yun’er smiled, and her aura vanished.

Xiang Qianheng collapsed, panting, and was helped down by several disciples.

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Seeing two people defeated in a row, the murmurs in the crowd grew louder.

Many realized they weren’t any stronger than Xiang Qianheng or Kuang Qianshan, which only added to the pressure.

“Mozi, you go,” the elder from the Purgatory Sacred Ground said to Tian Mozi.

“Do you have confidence?”

“No,” Tian Mozi said with a smile and walked onto the stage.

It had been a while since they’d seen him, and he had matured.

His long black hair hung loosely behind him, and his pupils were strangely demonic.

Even his lips were black.

A long saber hung at his waist as he slowly stepped onto the stage.

“Now here’s someone interesting,” Gong Yun’er said, sizing him up with a smile.

“Please enlighten me,” Tian Mozi said calmly.