Cloud roc spread its wings; chi python roamed the earth.
The two beasts of divine powers battled with abandon, displaying the strength of Penglai's Golden Core disciples to the fullest.
Leaving aside the others, either Zhou Huo or Wang Lang alone could sweep through ninety percent of the East Sea's Golden Core cultivators with this one move.
And at this moment, Zhou Huo and Wang Lang were not the only ones shining in these ten groups of Golden Core round-robin battles.
Wang Cunyang's Yang Fire Dharma Sword was vast and righteous, its moves upright and brilliant, suppressing his opponent until they could only defend and not retaliate. Zhao Youran's swift sword tore through the sky, Sword Qi flashing like lightning as it crisscrossed and turned, so fast the eye could scarcely follow. Fang Qingdi's sword shimmered with autumn radiance like flowing water; amid rippling waves, countless strands of Sword Qi had already woven themselves into a vast net...
There were also Xie Zhengyun, Qian Yun, Xiao Zheng, Su Yiqing, and Xiao Jingyue. These disciples, already among the foremost in the Golden Core Realm, had all won their first-round matches with ease.
The chi python let out a mournful cry as black smoke and sparks scattered in every direction. The cloud roc formed from Azure Yang Spirit Flame continuously tore at the chi python's flesh, ripping it to pieces alive.
With his chi python destroyed, Wang Lang's face could not help turning pale. Yet he immediately drove his gourd to launch another assault, only for Zhou Huo to suddenly smile. "Junior Brother Wang, let us stop here. Save some strength to deal with your next opponent, shall we?"
Wang Lang froze, then abruptly realized something and looked down. At some unknown time, three clusters of Azure Yang Spirit Flame had appeared