Indestructible Golden Body

By the time dawn broke, the hidden guards still hadn't found any trace of Fu Jiahao.

At this moment, Qi Xiaotian's expression was grim. His most devoted disciple, whom he had personally trained for over three years, had now disappeared.

Han Fei: "I can confirm that Fu Jiahao has definitely left the Tianyuan Divine Sect."

Qi Xiaotian clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the entrance of the Tongtian Hall. He sighed, still finding it somewhat unreal.

In his eyes, over the past three years, Fu Jiahao had been perfect. He had even considered marrying his daughter, Qi Xuanxuan, to him.

Now, Fu Jiahao's facade had crumbled. All the morally corrupt deeds he had committed in the past were exposed. Daoist Sanyuan did not hold back, revealing how Fu Jiahao had gone to Taihe Peak to humiliate Han Fei. Only then did Qi Xiaotian realize he had raised an ungrateful wretch.

"Guards, issue a Tianyuan wanted order. Fu Jiahao is wanted throughout the Tianyuan region. He is classified as an S-class mission. The reward for capturing Fu Jiahao alive is ten thousand Spirit Stones."

The hidden guards took their orders and left.

Han Fei muttered, "Ten thousand Spirit Stones is enough to buy a slightly weaker top-grade Treasure Artifact."

Qi Xiaotian rubbed his forehead. "You two go rest first. The Thirty-Three Peaks Martial Arts Tournament will still be held later. As for Fu Jiahao's matter, we'll announce it after the tournament concludes."

Han Fei and Daoist Sanyuan bowed and left.

The morning passed, and the entire Tongtian Plaza was once again filled with people. Everyone was waiting for Qi Xiaotian's arrival.

At this time, Qi Xuanxuan had just woken up. Qi Xiaotian checked her injuries and, finding no serious harm, felt relieved. He then accompanied her to the Tongtian Plaza.

When Qi Xuanxuan arrived at the viewing platform and saw Han Fei in the direction of Taihe Peak, she didn't know how she felt.

Qi Xiaotian remained silent throughout. The presiding referee elder announced loudly, "Fu Jiahao of Tongtian Peak has withdrawn from the competition due to personal reasons. Those who draw Fu Jiahao as their opponent in the fourth stage will advance directly."

This news immediately caused a stir. However, the referee elder did not give the crowd much time to discuss before directly announcing the start of the fourth stage of the Thirty-Three Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

Han Fei and the others began the fourth round of draws according to their sequence.

The referee elder announced loudly, "Who drew the number eleven bamboo slip?"

Han Fei looked down; it was indeed number eleven.

Referee Elder: "Han Fei has a bye this round."

As soon as he finished speaking, discussions erupted around Han Fei.

"So lucky! Fu Jiahao withdrew, and Han Fei drew him. This means Han Fei advances directly."

"Taihe Peak is really going to make a comeback this year, producing a monstrous talent like Han Fei."

"Actually, it's not certain. Han Fei could defeat the Saintess Qi Xuanxuan, so he might be able to defeat Fu Jiahao too. If you ask me, with Fu Jiahao withdrawing, we've lost the chance to witness a dragon-tiger battle."

Han Fei, the center of attention, stared at the bamboo slip in his hand, speechless for a long time.

"Originally, we could have settled this quickly in this match, but it's a shame you left the Tianyuan Divine Sect. I have to admire you; your heart is truly open-minded to be able to let go of everything in the Tianyuan Divine Sect so easily."

As he spoke, Han Fei clenched his right hand, crushing the number eleven bamboo slip into dust.

Match after match continued. By the fourth stage, there were basically no weak contestants; every match was exceptionally exciting.

Sword techniques, spear arts, saber skills, staff fighting, and various peculiar moves like freezing, fiery attacks, ranged control, and formation arrays, all sorts of strange techniques emerged one after another.

But to Han Fei, all of this seemed mundane. Apart from Fu Jiahao, no one else could pique his interest, not even those who had reached the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Ten matches concluded, and Han Fei became one of the participants advancing to the fifth round.

"First match, Han Fei versus Meng Qing."

Han Fei collected his thoughts and leaped onto the plaza. Simultaneously, a woman in a yellow long dress landed opposite him.

"Meng Qing of Digui Peak, I request your guidance, Junior Brother Han."

Han Fei: "Senior Sister Meng Qing is too kind. I ask Senior Sister Meng to show mercy."

Meng Qing: "Junior Brother Han is too modest. Although your cultivation is only at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm, everyone here knows that even the Saintess in the Spirit Gathering Realm was defeated by you. My cultivation is only at the Tenth Level of the Innate Realm, so defeating you is almost impossible. Not to mention, you possess the Dragon Slaying Sword Art."

Han Fei extended his left hand, signaling Meng Qing to make the first move.

Meng Qing did not delay. She looked up at the sky, spread her arms, and her body slowly began to float.

Han Fei frowned. Although he had seen Meng Qing fight before, he had never understood what kind of technique this was. Now, facing her as an opponent, he was even more perplexed.

The disciples of Digui Peak exclaimed excitedly, "It's Senior Sister Meng Qing's Falling Flame Art!"

As Meng Qing activated the Falling Flame Art, the maple trees on the peak of Tongtian Peak swayed in the wind. Immediately, a large number of maple leaves seemed to be drawn by Meng Qing, all flying towards the center of the Tongtian Plaza.

Han Fei stepped back, watching the countless maple leaves fly towards him. He didn't know what would happen next, so he chose to create distance for the time being.

Meng Qing let out a soft cry and abruptly flung her hands towards Han Fei.

The countless maple leaves spun rapidly, resembling innumerable blades.

Han Fei formed a finger sword with his right hand, and a surge of sword energy instantly filled his fingers. His sword was broken, and Han Fei had no sword to use for now, so he could only use sword energy as a substitute.

He spun and flew up, using his sword energy to guide the incoming maple leaves, making them spin with him.

Bang bang bang, the maple leaves collided with the ground, creating a series of explosions. Each leaf possessed extremely potent lethality.

Han Fei continuously guided them with his spiritual energy, but there were simply too many leaves. From the outside, large swathes of maple leaves appeared like over a dozen long dragons, flying from all around the Tongtian Plaza and enveloping Han Fei.

Han Fei knew his spiritual energy was a weakness, so he didn't intend to get into a prolonged battle.

Meng Qing had precisely grasped this point about Han Fei. Furthermore, she was wary of Han Fei's Dragon Slaying Sword Art, so she used this wide-ranging move to restrict Han Fei's technique.

But soon Meng Qing was stunned, because Han Fei suddenly appeared outside the encirclement of maple leaves. His figure disappeared again, and at the same time, she felt a strong wind attacking.

With no time to think, the experienced Meng Qing immediately clasped her hands together. The closest maple leaves instantly enveloped her, and the leaves that wrapped her burst into flames.

Clink, Han Fei's figure gradually solidified from the vibration, and the sword finger he pointed at Meng Qing emitted a metallic sound.

The burning maple leaves were like a bronze wall, blocking Han Fei's sword energy.

Meng Qing brought her hands together, and all the maple leaves around her gathered in front of her.

Bang, Han Fei was repelled, standing several meters away.

In that instant, Han Fei had used true teleportation, moving his figure outside the encirclement of maple leaves. Relying on his speed advantage, he directly appeared in front of Meng Qing.

However, Meng Qing's reaction was also fast. She used her strongest defensive move to block Han Fei's sword energy attack.

Meng Qing: "Why didn't you use the Dragon Slaying Sword Art? Are you looking down on me?"

Han Fei shook his head, offering no further explanation.

His hands moved in tandem, and the surrounding maple leaves were once again controlled by her, lunging towards Han Fei.

Han Fei clenched his fists, activating the Indestructible Golden Body. The Indestructible Golden Body, at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm, caused Han Fei's body to emit waves of golden luster.

At this moment, Meng Qing was stunned. She never expected Han Fei to ignore her attack. So many maple leaves cutting into his body, even the strongest physique couldn't withstand it, right? At this moment, Meng Qing wondered if she should stop attacking.

But Han Fei's expression told Meng Qing that her attack was useless against him.

Frowning deeply, Meng Qing thought, Since you're so confident, I'll see how you plan to block this.

Han Fei not using the Dragon Slaying Sword Art had already made Meng Qing a little unhappy; it was a clear sign of him looking down on her. Now, he was completely ignoring her attack.

However, the next moment, Meng Qing was dumbfounded. When all the maple leaves collided with Han Fei, they only made a clinking metallic sound, with no blood appearing at all.

After a series of crackling noises, the maple leaves gradually disappeared, revealing Han Fei's figure.

At this moment, Han Fei was shirtless, his long robe already shredded by the maple leaves. However, apart from not wearing a shirt, Han Fei had not a single scratch on him.

Meng Qing whispered, "This... how is this possible?"

While Meng Qing was still in shock, Han Fei had already appeared before her. His smooth muscles clearly contained explosive power.

"Senior Sister Meng Qing, are we still fighting?"

At this point, Han Fei could sense that Meng Qing's spiritual energy was almost depleted, and she was no longer capable of continuing to entangle with him. She was a ranged attacker; without spiritual energy, she would have no combat power at all.

Meng Qing let out a sigh and suddenly revealed a smile, "Junior Brother Han, you win."