Heavenly Prodigy Assembly (End)

On the earth, beneath Feng Lin's Divine Wind World-Breaking Spear, a dark sinkhole with a diameter of tens of feet appeared. The lightning and Storm forces, as fine as iron wires, wove together to form a net that sealed the sinkhole, like a lid, trapping Yang Xuanwu inside.

However, a Hundun furnace, entirely Scarlet Gold in color, with three legs and two handles, slowly rose from the sinkhole.

For a moment, the wind and thunder ceased, then, like a waterfall, they plunged into the not-so-large furnace opening, where they were ignited by the flames of battle intent, causing the furnace fire to burn even more fiercely.

When!!

The Battle Intent Furnace trembled slightly, emitting a crisp, resonant sound, as if it were not formed from Yang Xuanwu's battle intent, but rather from metal.

The sound waves swept across the boundless sky, and for a moment the wind and thunder that had been raging through the heavens and earth became like a small fire that had been blown by a hurricane, its light dim and flickering.

Feng Lin, who was suspended in mid-air, seemed to be possessed, suddenly froze, and his pupils dilated.

Although it was only for a moment, Yang Xuanwu seized the opportunity.

Brush!!

The Four Symbols Sacred Spear is like a dragon soaring from the abyss, its ferocity and speed beyond belief.

In the blink of an eye, as if ignoring the spatial barrier, it traversed a distance of a hundred feet and instantly arrived in front of Feng Lin, within a distance of only three feet.

At this moment, a fatal sense of crisis finally brought Feng Lin, who had been stunned by the "Furnace Battle Sound," back to his senses.

He lived up to his status as Pure-Blood Royal Clan of the Divine Wind Clan, remaining calm in the face of danger. With a gentle flap of his wings, they closed together, and the Wind-Thunder Power merged to form a giant egg three zhang tall, which floated in mid-air.

Thump!!

The fierce and terrifying shot ultimately failed to break through the giant egg's defenses, but the powerful shockwave inevitably caused some injuries to Feng Lin, who was protected by the giant egg.

Cracks appeared on his skin, and fine blue blood seeped into each of his glossy feathers.

At this moment, the prince of the Divine Wind Clan appeared quite disheveled.

However, before the enraged Feng Lin could retaliate, Yang Xuanwu's spear was already upon him.

"I..."

Feng Lin was extremely frustrated and had no choice but to defend himself.

One shot followed by another.

Once Yang Xuanwu found an opening and got close, even the pride of the Divine Wind Clan had no power to fight back.

In Feng Lin's perception, he was like a small boat in Storm, trying his best to steer and row, but he could not withstand the power of heaven and earth.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

More and more bluish blood dripped onto the ground. The once magnificent Wind and Thunder Wings now looked like a bald chicken, riddled with bullet holes from which blood gushed.

Pfft!!

The spearhead pierced through his chest, and drops of bluish blood dripped down.

Just as Yang Xuanwu was about to fire another shot, his expression suddenly shifted, and he withdrew his spear and retreated.

"Snort!"

A cold snort rang out, and the Wings of Heaven descended from the sky, taking away the heavily injured and dying Feng Lin. This was the intervention of Sage Manifestation powerhouse from the Divine Wind Clan.

As Pure-Blood Royal Clan, Feng Lin's status is not much weaker than that of Sage Manifestation cultivator, and the higher-ups of the Divine Wind Clan will not let him die here.

"Battle over! Victorious, Yang Xuanwu!"

A golden light screen appeared, but Yang Xuanwu remained expressionless, still sitting cross-legged. He took out a Wound-Healing Pill and swallowed it, Body Integration the Power of Creation within his body to repair his injuries.

Although Feng Lin Yang Xuanwu ultimately neutralized Feng Lin's Divine Wind World-Breaking Spear with his Battle Intent Furnace, he used the force of the attack to his advantage, employing that powerful energy to activate his "Battle Soul Heavenly Sound," thus intimidating Feng Lin and laying the foundation for his final victory.

However, it cannot be denied that the offensive power of the Divine Wind World-Breaking Spear is indeed extremely formidable, even comparable to Yang Xuanwu's full-force attack.

As a result, he also suffered serious injuries.

A large amount of Wind-Thunder Power was still raging within his body, and fine cracks had appeared on his bones. These all needed to be dealt with one by one, otherwise it would be detrimental to future battles.

Fortunately, Yang Xuanwu was the first to finish the battle, giving him more time to heal and prepare.

Time passed, and when Yang Xuanwu had fully recovered and returned to his peak condition, there was only half an hour left before the fourth-to-second round of the duel.

At this moment, the other three cultivators were all making the most of their time to recover.

Of the three, the one with the most severe injuries was a member of the Qiongqi Realm's Yaomo lineage.

This is a Tree Demon. His previous opponent was a prodigy from the Fire Spirit Tribe of the Nine Phoenix Realm.

Although this Tree Demon ultimately achieved victory through treacherous and ruthless means, Perilous Land.

But the Undying Fire of the Fire Spirit Tribe also burned him to the point of near death.

At this moment, deep purple flames still burned fiercely on its body, thick black smoke rose up, and crackling sounds could be heard from time to time.

Even until the very last moment before the battle began, the Tree Demon was still severely injured.

Golden light spread out, forming a golden barrier that separated the two areas.

Yang Xuanwu looked closely and realized that his opponent in this battle was none other than the Tree Demon.

"Hehe, I've had a lucky break this time!" Yang Xuanwu muttered to himself.

He had tried to draw lots several times before but failed; this time it was finally his turn.

"Unlucky!"

Yang Xuanwu was delighted, but the Tree Demon was not so happy.

Already severely injured, the tree demon encountered a creature in perfect condition. Thinking back to the Fire Spirit Tribe it had faced in the previous battle, the Tree Demon felt as if the heavens were against it.

"Hopefully, this guy is all bark and no bite!" the Tree Demon consoled itself.

However, as soon as the battle began, the overwhelming sense of oppression made the Tree Demon abandon its previous naive idea.

"Chaotic Spear Slaughter!"

Despite his opponent's severe injuries, Yang Xuanwu remained unfazed. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone a peerless genius.

Therefore, he went all out.

A series of sharp whistles blended together, and thousands upon thousands of spear points, like a volley of arrows, enveloped the Tree Demon whose body was still burning with purple flames.

Bang!!

The spear's edge shattered, and a withered tree branch that soared into the Yun Tian slowly retracted, taking the Tree Demon with it.

"The victor in this battle is Yang Xuanwu!"

The battle for the fourth to second place went exceptionally smoothly; victory was achieved with almost no effort.

"The final battle!" Yang Xuanwu muttered to himself, then shifted his gaze to watch the battle on the other side through the Formation barrier.

Unlike Yang Xuanwu's side, which ended quickly, the other two powerful opponents came from the Ghost Tribe of the Lu Wu Realm and the Nine-Tailed Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of the Jiufeng Nine Phoenix Realm, respectively.

The former commanded more than a dozen blue-faced, fanged demons, making a formidable display.

The latter countered with unpredictable Illusion Technique, seemingly on the defensive at every turn, but in Yang Xuanwu's view, the Ghost Tribe clan prodigy was likely to lose.

Illusion Technique excels at subtle and pervasive infiltration. When fighting against a master of Illusion Technique, it's best to resolve the conflict as quickly as possible; otherwise, the situation will become increasingly passive as time goes on.

Just as he expected, a quarter of an hour later, the Ghost Tribe Clan prodigy's eyes began to glaze over, and his consciousness began to wane.

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's prodigy seized the opportunity. His three fluffy white tails suddenly swelled up, resembling three inverted celestial rivers. He first swept away more than a dozen evil spirits, and then surrounded the Ghost Tribe Clan's prodigy. With a gentle twist, he was about to kill him.

However, at this moment, a Sage Manifestation powerhouse from the Yin Moon Dynasty intervened and saved the Ghost Tribe prodigy, preventing the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan prodigy from succeeding.

The stunningly beautiful woman, who looked like Heavenly Immortal, didn't seem to care. With a slight curve of her pink lips, she turned around, a charming smile on her pretty face, and looked at Yang Xuanwu from afar.

An invisible, alluring force emanated from her; the woman wanted to disrupt Yang Xuanwu's mind before the battle even began.

Yang Xuanwu naturally noticed, but he remained seated, like a reborn saint, his expression calm and solemn, his aura as powerful as the midday sun.

At the same time, a large, round, Battle Intent Furnace suddenly leaped out from above Yang Xuanwu's head.

With a clang, the furnace trembled.

The Battle Soul Heavenly Sound rang out, and the alluring power shattered.

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's prodigy's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and the three fox tails behind him that had been swaying suddenly stiffened and remained motionless, as if struck by a heavy hammer. It took him a long time to recover.

She glanced at Yang Xuanwu with lingering fear, but quickly looked away, afraid of being hit by Battle Soul Heavenly Sound again.

"How can we fight like this?" Nine-tailed fox Bai Rui muttered to herself. Although it was only the first exchange, that guy's will was like that of cast iron, extremely strong and unshakable. He was simply the natural nemesis of Illusion Technique.