Internal Strife

Sixteen contestants have been selected.

Mo Tang glanced at them and saw that the weakest among them were all Seven-Star Dou Emperor, and there were even two Nine-star Dou Huang among them. Their cultivation levels on the surface were no weaker than those of the four great successors.

Unfortunately, among the successors of the four pavilions at this time, even Wang Chen and Tang Ying, who were slightly inferior, had already reached the Half-Step Dou Zong, and Feng Qing'er had even successfully broken through to the Dou Zong. Among the younger generation, no one could compare with them.

Of course, Mo Tang doesn't count.

After all, he is now strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the older generation of experts. If it weren't for Venerable Lei's request, he wouldn't want to participate in this level of competition.

The selection of eight out of sixteen is ostensibly based on drawing lots to determine the opponents, but the five members of the Four Directions Pavilion still did not meet in advance. If there were no shady dealings involved, even Mo Tang himself would not believe it.

Although his opponent was stronger this time, Mo Tang still won in one move.

At this point, everyone present could see that although they were all successors of the Four Directions Pavilion, Mo Tang and Feng Qing'er were clearly a cut above the rest. Among the other three, Mu Qingluan was even better, and Tang Ying, due to the domineering nature of his swordsmanship, was a step above Wang Chen...

Many people present could see this situation, and the four venerable ones at the head of the table were naturally even more aware of it.

This result immediately darkened the mood of Venerable Huang Quan.

There was nothing he could do; he was simply outdone by those three old men, and now, even in the next generation, he was still inferior to them... Anyone would be unhappy with that feeling.

The Four Pavilions Conference turned into an internal battle between the Wind Thunder Pavilion, which greatly excited many people present.

As expected, among the four regions of Central Plains, their Northern Region is still the strongest!

At this moment, everyone in the Northern Domain of Central Plains felt a sense of pride.

"Senior sister, is there no need for us to compete?"

Mo Tang looked at Feng Qing'er, who was full of fighting spirit, but his face showed some helplessness.

Doesn't this woman understand the meaning of concealing one's shortcomings? It's just the two of us left, why are you still so energetic?

"Hmph! Don't think you can get rid of me so easily! Use your full strength, I want to see just how much stronger you really are!"

Feng Qing'er's words truly came from her heart.

Before meeting Mo Tang, she was always confident that she was the number one among the younger generation and had the strongest talent and bloodline.

But after meeting Mo Tang, all her pride was completely shattered by this guy...

Shaking his head, Mo Tang said, "Going all out is out of the question, but if Senior Sister is in the mood, we could certainly have some fun..."

"You... Hmph! You dare to underestimate me? Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson!"

Feng Qing'er was so angry at the other party's words that she immediately unleashed her ultimate move.

"Wind Thunder Sacrifice!"

With a roar, Feng Qing'er's body surged with violent Wind Thunder Dou Qi, which then formed a huge colorful phoenix in the sky...

At this moment, Feng Qing'er's Dou Qi had reached its peak. As her hand seals changed, the immense energy contained within her body became increasingly violent.

"Wind Kill Finger!"

As the shout fell, the colorful phoenix immediately let out a loud crane's cry, and a powerful and terrifying blue-silver beam of light quickly formed in the phoenix's mouth. In an instant, it shrank rapidly, turning into a beam of light only the size of a palm, and shot out with a whoosh!

Seeing that the opponent had directly used one of the strongest killing moves of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, Mo Tang couldn't help but twitch.

This woman is insane!

At the head of the table, Mu Qingluan and the others, who had already been defeated, felt goosebumps all over their bodies as they watched this scene.

If they were in Mo Tang's position now, they would probably be seriously injured at the very least.

"She really is a crazy woman, so ruthless to her own people!" Mu Qingluan muttered under her breath, but was glared at by her teacher beside her.

There's nothing you can do. Everyone here is Dou Zun. Even if you speak softly, do you think they can't hear you?

The Venerable Huang Quan was practically laughing out loud inside...

"Heh heh, you old devil Lei, you've finally met your match! Look, look, what's the use of having so many talented disciples? They're already fighting tooth and nail now. Once the two of them grow up at the same time, let's see how you, old devil Lei, will handle it!"

Venerable Lei frowned. He wasn't worried about his two disciples having a direct "break with the enemy." Although his Wind Thunder Pavilion wasn't large, it was still enough to train these two people.

Faced with Feng Qing'er's all-out Wind Kill Finger, Mo Tang's eyes narrowed. He didn't use any Dou Technique and simply threw a punch at her...

"Holy crap! This guy is way too arrogant!"

At that moment, this thought suddenly came to everyone's mind.

Facing the Earth Tier High Grade, and the Wind Kill Finger, which is rumored to be the most lethal Dou Technique of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, you actually tried to withstand it with your bare body.

Is this guy courting death?

This startled Feng Qing'er, and by the time she tried to reduce her power, it was too late.

The Wind Kill Finger is too fast; even the user cannot control it after it is unleashed.

As for Mo Tang, his speed was equally impressive.

In the blink of an eye, the fist, imbued with the power of wind and thunder, collided with the indestructible finger force.

Surprisingly, the collision between the two did not produce any loud noise...

The intense beam of light intertwined with the cyan fist energy, constantly eroding each other. Where the light intersected, even the void space itself was rife with tiny, dark cracks.

"This... this..."

Some people watched this scene, speechless with astonishment.

Even the usually carefree Venerable Feng couldn't help but straighten up and stare intently at the scene.

"This person's strength is definitely not that of One-Star Dou Zong; even ordinary four- or five-star Dou Zong might not be as strong as him!"

After glancing at Venerable Lei, the other three Venerables simultaneously had the same thought.

"That old devil, he's really good at hiding his true intentions!"

A young man who is not yet thirty years old but has the combat power of High-Rank Dou Zong is almost a certainty to become Dou Zun in the future.

It's possible that for a long time to come, the Four Directions Pavilion will be dominated by the Wind Thunder Pavilion...

Thinking of this, Venerable Feng frowned, while Venerable Jian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Only Venerable Huang Quan' already gloomy expression became even more unpredictable, as if he was thinking about something.

As the beams of light in the sky dissipated, Mo Tang's figure slowly descended to the ground.

"Is this alright, Miss Feng?"

She opened her mouth, Feng Qing'er couldn't say anything. Finally, she could only sigh dejectedly and whisper, "I lost..."

Although this outcome was already known, the fact that his strongest attack in normal condition was so easily blocked showed the vast gap between them, a gap he would likely never be able to bridge in his lifetime.