Breaking Through! Fourth Level of Qi Refinement!

Wind!

Between Xiao Huohuo and Xu Yan exchanging blows, another Xiantian realm martial artist watching the battle shook his head, let out a sneering laugh, and also charged in with palms raised.

Fierce Fist and Soft Palm came swooping in from intersecting angles, causing Xiao Huohuo to grit his teeth and dodge wildly. Under such an intense offensive, he could no longer remain as effortlessly at ease as before.

Xiao Huohuo's movements shifted from his previous parrying of every incoming blow to currently just dodging, completely devoid of any ability to counterattack, retreating step by step.

Slap!

Soft Palm struck Xiao Huohuo's arm, sending him reeling back. Stabilizing his body, Xiao Huohuo felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

That Xiantian realm martial artist leaped up to press the attack, while right before him, Xu Yan also continued forward wielding the Seven Injuries Fist.

"Bah, shameless, bullying the weak with the strong and even making it a two-on-one."

Xiao Huohuo cursed, yet could only brace himself and meet them head-on.

Also upon the Training Ground, Wu Shan and the others were completely dumbfounded, wearing expressions of sheer disbelief.

He drew in an incredulous breath, then frowned and sighed:

"Xiao Huohuo actually isn't losing to Xiantian?"

"Fighting two Xiantian martial artists alone, and he still hasn't been defeated."

"With talent like this, given time..."

Having said that, Wu Shan did not continue, merely letting out a faint sigh.

The many elders nearby also understood his meaning, sweeping their gazes around.

Xiantian realm martial artists filled the sky, surrounding them, while five grandmasters stood in the air just like five towering mountains, pressing down heavily upon their heads.

Under this kind of situation, no matter how great the talent, it was already useless.

The corpse of a genius and the corpse of a waste material would not have any difference at all.

Xu Ling'er, watching the three of them exchange blows from the side, also offered a bitter smile:

To think that in the battle just now, Xiao Huohuo still hadn't used his full strength.

As she thought this, a trace of complexity stirred within her eyes.

At a time when she was still self-satisfied with stepping into the Houtian realm and being able to rival Houtian elders, Xiao Huohuo was already capable of holding his own against Xiantian powerhouses on par with sect masters.

Was the gap between them already this massive?

Boom, boom, boom!

Ahead, amidst the clash of the three, horizontal punches and sweeping kicks—the onslaught of two Xiantian powerhouses—left Xiao Huohuo with nowhere to retreat, causing his chest to take a punch squarely.

A line of blood drifted down, scattering onto the ground.

Xiao Huohuo retreated to the side, clutching his chest. With chaotic breathing, he stared fixedly at the two fellows before him.

The two Xiantian martial artists did not immediately pursue this time, instead looking at Xiao Huohuo as if toying with him.

Xu Yan let out a breath of relief, smiling lightly:

"Youngster, I have to admit you have great talent."

"If it weren't for today, you might have become an overlord of one side."

"But what a pity, once struck by my Seven Injuries Fist, you no longer have any path to survival to speak of."

"I intend to slowly torture you. Torturing a genius is the most wonderful thing in this world."

Xiao Huohuo stared fixedly at the two people stepping closer step by step.

Within his body, the true qi of the Seven Injuries Fist darted back and forth, seeming intent on reducing his body to absolute ruin.

The spiritual power within his body spontaneously transformed into a thin film, protecting his heart, lungs, and blood vessels.

However, as the true qi of the Seven Injuries Fist collided against it, his complexion still flushed a bright crimson, and his spiritual energy grew agitated in response.

Xiao Huohuo glanced sideways; Chu Feng at the side was merely watching quietly.

Xiao Huohuo lowered his head and thought to himself:

It's over. Master must believe in me, which is why he didn't step in to interfere.

And yet I've been defeated... Master will surely be disappointed.

At this thought, Xiao Huohuo's heart tightened as he fiercely bit his lower lip. His eyes burst forth with immense imposing energy, and he roared inwardly:

Xiao Huohuo, you cannot let Master down!

He frantically circulated the spiritual energy within his body, while in his mind echoed the immortal spells and incantations Chu Feng had previously shared with him.

"The path of Qi Refinement cares most about the connection between the body and heaven and earth."

"One must draw the essence qi of heaven and earth into the body..."

"One must feel and absorb the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth with greater affinity..."

The remembered voice began to murmur near Xiao Huohuo's lips.

Suddenly, between exhales and inhales, the pores of his body abruptly widened, greedily devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His somewhat exhausted gaze also turned fierce at this moment.

A whistling aura abruptly surged across the surface of his body.

Seeing this, the two Xiantian martial artists both froze. Xu Yan drew in a sharp breath, his expression turning dark:

"This fellow has momentum for a breakthrough."

"Together, beat him to death!"

The other Xiantian martial artist felt his scalp tingle at this moment as well, nodding fiercely.

Achieving enlightenment and breaking through in the midst of battle.

If this youngster were truly allowed to survive, the Black Underworld Sect would likely never know another day of peace in the future.

The two no longer hesitated, each channeling their full inner strength and assuming a stance to charge forward.

The figures of the two Xiantian martial artists continuously closed in, while Xiao Huohuo remained stationary in place.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed across Xu Ling's eyes.

"Careful!"

Boom!

Just as the fists and kicks of the two Xiantian martial artists were about to land on Xiao Huohuo, the spiritual energy upon his body finally gathered in sufficient quantity.

A blindingly brilliant red light erupted across the surface of Xiao Huohuo's body. A terrifying aura swept outward, kicking up a gale that shook the two charging Xiantian martial artists and knocked them backward!

When Xu Yan and his companion came to a halt, they jerked their heads up.

Amidst the convergence of numerous gazes, the smoke and dust cleared.

The youngster's figure stood at the center of the Training Ground, his presence terrifying and his spiritual energy rolling in billows.

Upon the surface of his body, a strange Rosy Glow could be distinctly seen lingering around him.

Chu Feng looked ahead, revealing a smile.

This youngster had broken through yet again, advancing to the fourth level of Qi Refinement.

Feeling that power of the Rosy Glow, everyone in the crowd felt a jolt in their hearts, their gazes sinking heavily.

Whether it was Houtian realms like Piaomiao Elder and Xu Ling'er, or Xiantian realms like Xu Yan and Wu Shan, all of them felt the inner strength inside their bodies tremble violently, seeming to feel terror toward that peculiar power.

Amidst everyone's panic, the looks they cast toward Xiao Huohuo also held a trace of disbelief.

"Damn it, this youngster!"

Looking at Xiao Huohuo, under the influence of his inner strength, a sense of terror spontaneously bred within everyone's hearts.

It was as if subjects meeting a monarch—this was a suppression born in their very bones!

In the sky, the five grandmasters also slightly darkened their expressions, looking toward this place.

The five of them exchanged glances, each seeing a look of shock in the other's eyes, all wearing expressions of sheer disbelief.

Mo Wanli violently spat out a breath of Turbid Qi, a spark of interest entering his eyes as he looked at Xiao Huohuo and said indifferently:

"This youngster has something strange about him."

The surging aura of the youngster below was actually causing even the inner strength of the five of them to feel a sense of suppression.

As grandmasters, the inner strength arts they practiced were already the most elite.

Even if it were a legendary Great Grandmaster whose inner strength was vast and pure beyond theirs, it would still be utterly impossible to make their inner strength spontaneously feel terror and feel completely suppressed.

Yet the youngster within their line of sight was merely a Houtian realm martial artist; how could he possibly achieve this step?

Shufa Grandmaster abruptly took a deep breath, speaking with a tremor:

"Just how advanced is the inner strength art this youngster cultivates?"