The Heavenly Prodigy Assembly (7)

"Haha, Marquis Huochang's suggestion is excellent, I agree!"

Wuhuang was quick-witted, and with Yang Tianyou's guidance, she soon understood the intricacies of the situation and immediately raised both hands in agreement.

Only a fool would object to getting a spot in the top two for free.

There may seem to be two different scenarios, but in reality, there is only one.

Unless the higher-ups of the Qiongqi Realm are fools, they won't join forces with the Nine Phoenix Realm; wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

In this way, it becomes three against one, then two against one.

In the final battle, Yang Lingjian might even secure first place, giving the Four Symbols Alliance a winning start. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Even if all subsequent battles go awry, it doesn't matter.

Having any one of the twelve Champion would be enough for the Four Symbols Alliance to boast about.

This is, after all, Heavenly Prodigy Assembly jointly organized by the Three Great Realms, making it extremely valuable.

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

One by one, powerful figures from the Lu Wu Realm and kings and nobles from the Nine-Phoenix Clan expressed their opinions. At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only family, and all other forces were outsiders.

After casting their votes in favor, these high-ranking officials all turned their gazes toward the Sage Manifestation Cultivator of the Eastern King Sect, with a mischievous and amused expression.

"I agree as well!" said True Lord Yudan, Sage Manifestation cultivator from the Eastern King Sect.

There was no other way; the boss had already agreed. Although he had already killed Marquis Huochang a hundred times in his heart, on the surface, everything had to be done in accordance with the Jiufeng Imperial Clan, otherwise they would have an excuse to suppress the Eastern King Sect.

Sacrifice the interests of the entire sect for a genius in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage?

Absolutely impossible.

"Rest assured, the sect will remember your sacrifice!" True Lord Yudan murmured to himself.

Yang Tianyou lowered his gaze, looking at Lei Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged and recuperating from his injuries, with a hint of pity.

This child probably has no idea what he's about to face.

With the upper echelons reaching a consensus, Venerable Di Fan extended his palm and gently pointed, causing numerous characters to appear on the light screen, establishing the rules for the four-way battle.

Yang Lingjian frowned as he looked at the golden words above. He was too young and inexperienced to notice the many undercurrents hidden within this rule.

However, he was still aware of the basic situation regarding the alliance between the Lu Wu Realm and the Qiongqi Realm against the Nine Phoenix Realm.

"Three against one?" Yang Lingjian was dumbfounded.

On the other side, Chu Fei of the Tianwu Sect received a telepathic message from a higher-up, instructing him not to cooperate with Lei Yuan of the Nine Phoenix Realm and to immediately withdraw from the Formation barrier after eliminating Lei Yuan.

Chu Fei agreed without hesitation. If it were Tie Cang, he might have hesitated for a while. That guy is a bit rigid and rarely considers anything other than Martial Dao.

But Chu Fei was much more tactful; he immediately grasped the deeper meaning behind his elder's tone.

Then, like Yang Tianyou, he looked at Lei Yuan with great pity, "Poor fellow!"

A quarter of an hour later, the four geniuses stood in the four corners inside the barrier, the atmosphere somewhat eerie.

Cold sweat dripped down Lei Yuan's forehead. He wanted to run, but the tournament had a rule that no one could leave the Formation barrier within the first ten breaths of the battle.

Moreover... that rigid Old Ancestor Yu Dan would not allow him to retreat without a fight and tarnish the prestige of the Eastern King Sect.

"Battle begins!"

Golden words appeared in the sky.

Yang Lingjian formed a sword with his fingers and pointed it out, unleashing the Parent-Child Sword Condensation Art. The two Pure Yang Flying Sword swords transformed into two majestic fire dragons with bared fangs and claws. The powerful Pure Yang Sword Qi was contained within the two Dragon Pearls, as if it would burst forth at any moment to annihilate the opponent.

The monk Monk Qingding had a compassionate face, but his eyes suddenly turned blood red. Behind him, a huge phantom of Killing Arhat appeared, sitting cross-legged on Lotus Throne, holding a blood-dripping Precept Blade. Below him, countless ghostly figures wailed mournfully. He was clearly Buddhist Sect Arhat, yet his bloodthirstiness was terrifying.

"Amitabha Buddha, the human world is full of suffering and deceit. This humble monk will now send you to the Pure Land, free from the troubles of this turbid world." Monk Qingding smiled compassionately, and the phantom of the Arhat behind him suddenly swung his sword. In an instant, a terrifying sword aura swept out, attacking from three sides along with the two fire dragons.

The two geniuses from the Lu Wu Realm were responsible for long-range attacks, while Chu Fei from the Tianwu Sect suddenly moved and disappeared, clearly intending to engage Lei Yuan in close combat.

In an instant, the three geniuses launched their attack simultaneously. Although it was their first time cooperating, they were incredibly in sync, and in a flash, they constructed a cage from which there was no escape.

"Ah..."

Lei Yuan let out a desperate cry, instantly burning all his Essence Blood to unleash a final, desperate attack.

However, faced with an attack from three sides, any resistance would be futile.

A moment later, Chu Fei's hand emerged from Lei Yuan's chest.

With a bang, the bright red heart shattered into a shower of blood.

After finishing all that, the prodigy from the Tianwu Sect chuckled, "You two continue, I'll be content with third place!"

Having said that, he leaped out and indeed broke through the Formation barrier.

In less than ten breaths, the situation on the field took many twists and turns, causing the onlookers to gasp in surprise. Most people didn't understand what was going on, only a few clever people saw something, but dared not say anything.

It involves a power struggle among the bigwigs in the Black-Gold Palace; saying even one extra word could easily bring about your own demise.

"Brother Dao, since only you and I remain, let us settle this once and for all!" Monk Qingding smiled compassionately, his Buddhist light intertwined with the light of blood, making Yang Lingjian's eyelids twitch.

He politely replied, "Just as the master said, let's stop here and not hurt each other's feelings!"

"Good!!" Monk Qingding nodded slightly, and behind him Killing Arhat held Precept Blade and slashed out.

Hold head high!!

Two fire dragons flew out, Jianming clashing, their Dragon Roars shaking the heavens, colliding with the Killing Arhat.

When neither side has the will to kill, the battle, though still intense and dazzling, always loses some of its charm.

In the end, Yang Lingjian fought with increasing ferocity, and with the sharpness of his two Pure Yang swords, he Perilous Land won first place.

The Yang Household Members and cultivators from the Four Symbols Alliance who were watching cheered and jumped for joy, and the other cultivators from the Lu Wu Realm also shared in the glory.

Regardless of which faction wins, it will bring honor to our world, won't it?