News from the Spirit Realm

The two disciples fighting on the arena were both at the seventh level Qi Condensation.

Around the arena, quite a few people were cheering them on. Some had even set up a betting pool, with the odds between the two sides reaching an astonishing one to seven.

Many people had gathered beside the betting pool, creating a blazing, bustling scene.

Others watched the match on the stage and analyzed it with grave seriousness.

"Senior Sister Zhao and Senior Brother Wen are both at the seventh level Qi Condensation, but Senior Sister Zhao learned auxiliary spiritual arts like the Spiritual Rain Technique and Spirit Silk Technique. They have no offensive power at all.

"Senior Brother Wen, on the other hand, learned lightning arts, the most devastating type of spell. The winner and loser are obvious."

"I heard that the first spells Martial Ancestor Xu learned back then were precisely these auxiliary arts. That was why so many senior brothers and sisters followed suit."

"Senior Sister Zhao has a decent foundation, but unfortunately, she chose the wrong spells. I heard that Martial Ancestor Xu had a special constitution and an astonishing comprehension of spiritual energy, which was how she could turn decay into magic.

"Still, it is already quite impressive that Senior Sister Zhao lasted this long."

Xu Chunniang looked toward the arena. Under the pressure of the Lightning Law, the female cultivator was gradually struggling to fend left and right, showing signs of fatigue.

After barely holding on for more than a dozen exchanges, she indeed lost, just as those people had predicted.

Xu Chunniang awkwardly touched her nose. Why did she feel that this disciple surnamed Zhao had lost because she had imitated her?

Fortunately, Xu Chunniang had been in seclusion all these years, and these new disciples did not