Give It Your All?

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On the high platform of the drill ground.

In an instant, several chairs were reduced to dust by the overflowing spiritual energy caused by the emotional outburst.

At least 30% of the elders and renowned figures from the various immortal sects were so astonished by Lu Bai's performance that they stood up from their seats.

Undeniably, having the cultivation level of the late Golden Core stage at this age is extremely rare, but it is still within their comprehension.

Lu Bai's physical strength was so exaggerated that it was unbelievable to them. Even Nascent Soul stage cultivators who specialized in body tempering didn't have that kind of physical strength, right?

Some elders of the immortal sects even suspected that Lu Bai's physical strength was probably higher than that of a Celestial Gold cultivator.

This cannot be explained simply by innate talent.

After confirming that the Golden Scale Saint Son was critically injured, the elders of the Purple Cloud Villa who controlled the formation immediately reversed the formation and teleported him back for treatment.

Even if the Golden Scale Saint Son is defeated, they certainly won't let the Holy Son of the Holy Land die within the control of their Purple Cloud Villa.

"Elder Wang, I remember that your Qingwang Sect's best body-strengthening technique is the Green Wood Body Cultivation Art, right?"

The Deputy Cult Master of the Yuhuo Cult said in a sarcastic tone, "In my opinion, this boy is not practicing the Green Wood Body Cultivation Art."

"That's right, Elder Wang. It's not fair for your Qingwang Sect to use a body-tempering technique of this level to play dumb and deceive others."

"Elder Wang, tell me the truth, how long has your sect's Lu Bai been cultivating?"

Many elders from the immortal sects didn't harbor much ill will; they were mainly just curious.

Lu Bai's performance was truly astonishing, clearly indicating that the Qingwang Sect would dominate this year's Dao Commencement Assembly.

Of course, some less powerful immortal sects didn't dare to openly curry favor with Elder Wang. In their casual conversations, they would subtly glance at the location of the Golden Scale Holy Land elder.

After all, Lu Bai rose to fame by stepping on the Golden Scale Holy Land, so if they want to befriend him, they have to consider the Golden Scale Holy Land's opinion.

Fortunately, the elders of the Golden Scale Holy Land did not make trouble at this time, so as not to give the impression that the Golden Scale Holy Land was a sore loser.

He silently sat back down in his seat, his expression somewhat uncertain, as if he were considering something.

On Nameless Mountain.

Lu Bai leaned against the trunk of an old tree, observing with great interest the battle between the disciples of the various immortal sects.

Urged on by him, the disciples of the various immortal sects reluctantly continued their magical duel.

He crushed the Golden Scale Saint Son in front of so many people. With such terrifying strength, none of the immortal disciples present dared to disobey him.

Fortunately, most disciples of the immortal sects didn't expect to be able to fight against these younger generation's strongest individuals. It was just that the strongest person had changed from someone like the Golden Scale Saint Son to Lu Bai, which didn't make any real difference to them.

Lu Bai wasn't in a hurry to find and kill all the strong individuals. He treated it like watching an immersive special effects blockbuster, and took the opportunity to learn how these orthodox cultivators fought.

"Senior Brother Lü."

A gentle voice rang out, and before anyone could be seen, a sweet fragrance wafted towards them.

It wasn't a strong, pungent fragrance, but rather as delicate as a nighttime orchid.

Lu Bai glanced to the side and saw a woman who was breathtakingly beautiful. Her delicate features were flawless, and her slender waist was adorned with a pair of long, jade-like legs.

It's hard to imagine that if such a woman were to act like a little girl and act coquettishly, who could resist?

No wonder the Golden Scale Saint Son declared that he wanted her to become his Daoist partner.

"Who are you?" Lu Bai thought for a moment, then realized he didn't know her.

If he had seen a woman with such beauty, he would have some recollection of her.

"Senior Brother Lü, you can call me Mu Yao. I am the Young Academy Master of the Fongong Academy."

Mu Yao bowed slightly and said, "Junior Sister Mu Yao and the others have already told me that I am here on behalf of the Fongong Academy to express my gratitude to Senior Brother Lü."

She paused, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and added, "If Senior Brother Lü ever needs any help in the future, please let us know, and we will certainly repay you."

Lu Bai listened quietly, nodded to indicate that he understood, and had no intention of continuing the conversation.

The Young Academy Master of the Fongong Academy was very understanding. Seeing that Lu Bai wasn't in the mood for conversation, he immediately handed over a jade token. "This is Mu Yao's communication talisman. Senior Brother Lü, please feel free to use it if you need anything. Well then, Mu Yao will take her leave now."

After watching the other party leave, Lu Bai turned his attention back to the immortal sect disciples who were fighting.

Disciples of the immortal sects who were confident in their abilities had already gathered at Nameless Mountain.

After this period of struggle, the situation has gradually become clearer.

As most disciples of the immortal sects had guessed, no dark horse emerged as a surprise force.

Among the disciples of the immortal sects, the strongest tier ultimately consists of only a handful.

The Holy Son and daughters of the major holy lands, the Sword Wielding Disciple of the Jiange, and the True Inheritance of the Taishi Sect.

Apart from being ousted from the position of Golden Scale Saint Son by Lu Bai, there wasn't a single person left who could challenge them.

In previous Dao Commencement Assembly, the strength of these great sect disciples was roughly equal, with no significant difference.

However, things are different now. This year's Dao Commencement Assembly has seen the unexpected emergence of Lu Bai.

Those who witnessed his overwhelming victory over the Golden Scale Saint Son had no confidence whatsoever in dealing with him.

Faced with such overwhelming power, even the thought of challenging them is difficult.

Of course, they all knew that this was, after all, the Dao Commencement Assembly.

A battle with Lu Bai is always necessary.

Unfortunately, these great sect leaders all wanted to wait a little longer, hoping that others would first probe more about Lu Bai's background.

After most of the day had passed, the fighting fluctuations in the Nameless Mountain had basically stopped.

"Fellow Daoist Lü."

The Sword Wielding Disciple from the Jiange, carrying his sword case, approached Lu Bai: "Since no one wants to be the first to challenge me, I'll have to be the one to ask for my guidance."

Sword cultivators believe in unwavering determination; the longer they wait, the weaker their edge becomes.

"OK."

It didn't really matter Lu Bai the opponent was.

He straightened up and imitated the techniques of those immortal disciples to manipulate the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Lu Bai's talent allowed him to easily learn these control methods, and even make them slightly more powerful than the original.

However, his cultivation level was not high enough to overwhelm the Sword Wielding Disciple, so no matter what kind of Mana attack it was, it was all broken by a single sword strike.

The Sword Wielding Disciple was not pleased; instead, he frowned slightly. "Fellow Daoist Lü, you should be a body cultivator, right? Why do you underestimate me so much? I hope you will give it your all!"

Now that we've come this far, Lu Bai isn't an unreasonable person.

"Go all out?"

He maintained his [Steel Body] while simultaneously activating [Flash Time].

In a mere 0.5 seconds, he punched the Sword Wielding Disciple and returned to his original position.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, time resumed its flow, but the Sword Wielding Disciple lay unconscious on the ground.