Purple Moon Dharma Assembly (2)

The commotion below went unnoticed by Yang Xuangang and the girl in black.

At this moment, they were both focused on each other.

The more Yang Xuangang fought, the more astonished he became.

He was exceptionally talented, with outstanding Combat Talent. Although he couldn't compare to his former seventh brother, Yang Xuanwu, he was still a rare genius.

In addition, due to the relationship between his father, Yang Tianwang, and Yang Tianyou, Yang Xuangang often received guidance from the latter, which naturally made him even stronger.

Among the younger generation of his Lineage, none could surpass him at the same level, and he consistently held the top spot on the Trial Tower rankings.

However, the girl in front of him was actually no less powerful than him.

With his mastery of Great Achievement Law Technique and exceptional skill in using Law Artifacts, Yang Xuangang was unable to find a breakthrough in a short period of time.

Unbeknownst to him, the girl in black was also deeply shocked.

With his Heavenly Spirit Root, even if he had cultivated for a few less years, he would still be virtually unmatched among those of the same level.

Unexpectedly, just a few matches later, they encountered this troublesome opponent.

"What's your name?" After another unsuccessful attack, the girl in black took the initiative to ask.

"Yang Xuangang, and you?"

Yang Xuangang also became curious about the girl in black.

"Lu Qianqian!"

The girl in black responded and then attacked again, her Flying Sword trailing a wisp of blue light as it slashed towards Yang Xuangang.

At this moment, on the high platform, Yang Tianyou was chatting and laughing with the Old Man Taiwu.

"Senior, your two disciples are both exceptionally talented. One has Heavenly Spirit Root, and the other has Mutant Spirit Root. You are truly Fortune Qi," Yang Tianyou complimented with a smile.

"Hehe, it was also my good fortune. On the anniversary of my eldest disciple's death, I was in a bad mood and went out for a trip. Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven that I accidentally discovered the talents of these two sisters, rescued them from human traffickers, took them as my personal disciples, and passed on my mantle to them." The Old Man Taiwu stroked his beard, a touch of emotion and a hint of pride on his face.

He always regarded this as a symbol of his Fortune.

After all, who could possibly find two prodigies with exceptional Mutant Spirit Roots on a single journey?

I reckon in the entire Lu Wu Realm, only Old Man Taiwu is like that, right?

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul Cultivators nearby all glanced at Old Man Taiwu with great envy.

Indeed, it is extremely rare to find two promising Nascent Soul are poised to reach the Nascent Soul stage at once.

After speaking, the Old Man Taiwu glanced at the young men and women below who were engaged in fierce combat, his expression shifting, and said, "Great White, the combat talent of your clan is truly remarkable; they are actually able to contend with cultivators of the same level who possess Heavenly Spirit Roots."

"Senior, you flatter me. Xuan Gang is one of the strongest among the younger generation of my Yang Household members under the age of twenty. It's normal for him to have such a performance. After all, a cultivator with Heavenly Spirit Root has great potential for cultivation, but that doesn't mean he's invincible among his peers," Yang Tianyou said with a light laugh.

"In that case, how about we have a small bet? I'll bet on my disciple to win, and you bet on your clansman," the Old Man Taiwu chuckled and suggested.

Yang Tianyou's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile, "Of course, but what do you think would be a good wager, senior?"

"A little gambling is harmless fun. How about we each contribute a Second-Tier Upper-Grade Spirit Items?"

"Very well then, this junior will use this Water Spirit Pearl as a prize." As Yang Tianyou spoke, a Spirit Pearl the size of a fingertip appeared in his right palm.

"Alright, then I'll use this Tier 2 armor as the prize." The Old Man Taiwu waved his sleeve, and a majestic black and gold armor appeared before him.

"Hehe, since you two are in such high spirits, how about I join in? This lightning-patterned robe of mine can ward off water and fire and enhance speed. Its value is comparable to the Spirit Items you two have brought out!" True Person Yunting said with a smile, holding a light purple robe in his hand, from which a faint aura of Thunder emanated.

Following True Person Yunting, several other Nascent Soul Cultivators also joined in.

They all took out Second-Tier Upper-Grade Spirit Items as prizes; the winner between Yang Xuangang and Lu Qianqian would receive these Spirit Items.

Below, on the arena.

The Spiritual Qi surged, and the two unleashed a dazzling array of attacks.

You attacked and I defended, we went back and forth, and another twenty or so moves passed.

At this point, their Spiritual Power was already greatly depleted, and they would run out of Spiritual Power in at most ten more moves. Therefore, both of them wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.

Yang Xuangang's gaze narrowed slightly. He flipped his right hand, and a halberd appeared in his palm. On the crescent-shaped blades on both sides, a fire dragon was wrapped around each one, and fierce flames spewed out from the dragons' mouths.

This is a First-Tier Supreme-Grade Law Artifact. With the Spiritual Power Yang Xuangang has left, he can only activate it once before his Spiritual Power is exhausted.

"Will one strike decide the outcome?" Lu Qianqian murmured softly.

She immediately flipped her slender hand, and a First-Tier Supreme-Grade Law Artifact appeared in her palm. It was a round shield, with a one-horned rhinoceros beast engraved in the very center.

With a Nascent Soul master as her backer, the resources she received were no less than those of Yang Xuangang.

A raging fire rose up as Yang Xuangang gripped the Fire Dragon Halberd tightly with both hands, pouring all the remaining Spiritual Power in his body into the halberd.

Under immense pressure, Lu Qianqian's beautiful eyes turned serious. She raised her right hand, and the Rhinoceros Head Shield suddenly enlarged, firmly blocking her way.

Boom...!

A loud explosion rang out, and golden light flowed across the ground, preventing the aftershocks of their battle from damaging the arena.

The referee kept his eyes fixed on the spot, with liquid Spiritual Power constantly condensing in his palms, ready to strike at any moment.

Bang!!

Another crisp sound rang out, followed by a slender figure flying out. The referee waved his hand, and Spiritual Power surged, transforming into a palm over ten feet long, which caught Lu Qianqian.

"It seems I've lost." The Old Man Taiwu shook his head and handed the armor to Yang Tianyou.

The latter took it, a smile appearing on his face, and said, "Xuan Gang only won by a narrow margin due to his courage."

With his keen eyesight, he naturally discerned the details of the battle between the two juniors.

Yang Xuangang was able to win because he dared to take risks, sacrificing his own life to withstand Lu Qianqian's shield counterattack and then knocking it away.

In fact, if he hadn't held back, Lu Qianqian would already be dead in a real life-or-death battle.

"For Cultivators, courage is sometimes more important than talent," High Person Jinding remarked.

The other Nascent Soul Cultivators nodded in agreement.

"It seems that my two disciples have not experienced enough life-and-death battles. In this respect, they are no match for your junior." Old Man Taiwu spoke, he glanced at Yang Xuangang on the arena, whose mouth was bleeding and whose face was pale, yet he still stood tall and had an outstanding demeanor. A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, I thank you for your praise on behalf of Xuan Gang. How about this, let the two juniors come up, so that Xuan Gang can thank the seniors for their rewards in person," Yang Tianyou said with a smile.

"Sure, I'd also like to see this kid who defeated my precious disciple up close," said the Old Man Taiwu, stroking his beard. The other Nascent Soul Cultivators naturally had no objections; seeing a junior was nothing to them.