The Final Showdown-Come, Let's Fight

In the center of the Meteorite Arena, the nine arenas merged into one amidst a roar, transforming into the Ultimate Battlefield.

The four finalists stood in four directions, and beams of light descended from the sky, dividing the battlefield into two halves.

In the left half of the bracket Feng Qingjue Jiang Yan; in the right half, Gu Tianye is paired with Su Wanqing.

Gu Tianye was the first to step onto the stage, surrounded by Golden Flames like a sun corona.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Su Wanqing was frantically organizing her Storage Bag.

"It's not too late to admit defeat now. I don't like hitting women."

Clutching the Storage Bag, Su Wanqing's voice was barely audible. "I'm... I'm sorry, but I absolutely need that pill..."

"Then we shall lose!" Gu Tianye roared, and Golden Flames transformed into a giant palm that slammed down!

"Boom--"

Su Wanqing scrambled away, the spot where she had stood now turned to scorched earth.

In her panic, she pulled out a strangely shaped Hand Cannon, her hands trembling as she pointed it at Gu Tianye: "No, don't come any closer!"

Gu Tianye's eyes narrowed. "I know your Hidden Weapon is powerful, but it won't work on me..."

As he spoke, the Body-Protecting Golden Flames his body intensified, melting any Hidden Weapon that came near.

Su Wanqing saw this, but ignored it and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

Although the bullet specially made by Gu Tianye was melted, its force was retained.

This is a small experiment, it will work!

Gu Tianye had no time to pay attention to Su Wanqing's thoughts and actions. He activated his Great Sun Burning Heaven Sacred Body, and the entire arena instantly turned into Purgatory!

The ensuing battle was a complete one-sided rout.

No matter what weapon Su Wanqing pulled out— Repeating Crossbow, Explosive Talisman, or even summoned Armored Person —it all vanished under Gu Tianye's Burning Heaven Golden Flames.

She scurried around the ring like a startled rabbit, her sleeves charred black.

"These Hidden Weapon you've crafted are indeed exquisite and unique." Gu Tianye's body was surrounded by Golden Flames, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation. "After the Martial Arts Competition, would you mind becoming friends?"

His gaze swept over the girl's delicate, calloused hands, and his tone softened, a rare occurrence for him:

"With your talent, you shouldn't be wasting it on these petty tricks."

The concubines watching from below the stage thought to themselves, "Here we go again."

Su Wanqing narrowly avoided a burst of Golden Flames, panting as she replied, "I'm sorry... he said he can't just help people Artifact Refining."

"Him?" Gu Tianye raised an eyebrow, assuming it must be Su Wanqing's dao companion, then shook his head listlessly, "In that case, you may leave!"

Nine Golden Suns coalesced behind him, their destructive energy causing the Protective Grand Array to tremble violently.

"Nine Suns Descend Upon the World!"

Jin Yang did not strike Su Wanqing, but instead blasted towards the center of the arena, intending to knock the girl out of the ring.

But when the smoke and dust cleared, they discovered that Su Wanqing had several small cuts on her face from something unknown. She was kneeling on one knee, using the broken Armored Person Wreckage as a shield to withstand the impact.

When she looked up again, her expression had changed.

"Change players."

Although it was still a female voice, it contained a hint of masculine confidence.

She deftly replaced the magazine in the pistol, her movements so practiced it was as if she were a completely different person.

"Trying to steal my woman? Don't you know I've got your back?" Ge Zixuan cracked his knuckles. "Sacred Body? Today I'll show you what it means for technology to overcome cultivation!"

"Dual Soul in One Body?" Gu Tianye frowned slightly, clearly having already guessed what was going on.

Without hesitation, a raging inferno crashed down!

Ge Zixuan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead raised his hand and fired a Rain Talisman, followed by a shot of a deep blue bullet from his gun. "Combined Attack, Ice Umbrella!"

The talisman exploded in the air, forming a curtain of rain, before being frozen by the Ice Bullet.

The chill slowed Jiuyang's descent by a fraction of an inch!

Although it was only a momentary delay, it was enough for Ge Zixuan to complete the next step of his deployment.

Taking advantage of the opening, he quickly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, a Rocket Launcher engraved with armor-piercing runes was already mounted on his shoulder.

"It's yours! Go! Breaking-through Rocket Launcher!"

The piercing Rocket Launcher, trailing a blazing tail, hurtled straight towards Gu Tianye's face.

Gu Tianye scoffed, his right fist, wreathed in Golden Flames, swung out directly. "This is your trump card?!"

"Boom--"

He shattered the Rocket Launcher with a single punch!

Just as he was about to give chase, he suddenly felt a strange binding sensation under his feet.

Looking down, he saw that Vines, ice, and mud had appeared out of nowhere, firmly binding his legs.

"Making yourself too shiny isn't good; it makes it hard to see what's in front of you."

"Activate, activate, activate! Activate all traps!!" Ge Zixuan snapped his fingers, and the traps he had set up during the escape began to work.

Before he finished speaking, he had already begun his frenzied bombardment.

Rocket Launcher, Explosive Bullet, and Flashbang Grenade rained down like a storm, illuminating the entire arena as if it were daytime.

The stands erupted in uproar; everyone was stunned by this unprecedented offensive.

Faced with the relentless bombardment of Rocket Launcher, Gu Tianye didn't even move. Golden Flames around him automatically condensed into a barrier, absorbing all the attacks.

He stood motionless at the epicenter of the explosion, only his robes fluttering in the heat.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Gu Tianye keenly sensed the abnormality of the Spiritual Qi around him—the originally active Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had become Deathly Stillness, as if it had been completely isolated by some kind of force.

It's obvious that something was mixed in with those explosives.

He nodded knowingly. "I see. That's your real purpose."

At this moment, the entire arena seemed to be covered by an invisible shackle of Spiritual Power.

But...

So what!

Gu Tianye stood with his hands behind his back. "Let alone the exhaustion of Spiritual Power, even if my Spiritual Power is completely depleted, I am still invincible with my physical body alone!"

"On the other hand, your Hidden Weapon will eventually run out. Now... what else can you come up with?"

Upon hearing this, Ge Zixuan pulled out an extremely grotesque Metal Creation from his Storage Bag:

"Of course it's... my most beloved baby!"

"I choose you! Go for it! Namo Gatling!"

Gu Tianye looked over—it was a Divergent Method with Sixteen Rotating Barrels, covered with reinforcing runes.

"Let me solemnly introduce you to this—this is 'Namo Gatling Bodhisattva,' Six Roots Pure Depleted Uranium Bullet, Three Thousand Six Hundred Revolutions Per Breath!"

Gu Tianye's eyes narrowed. Although he didn't know what "Depleted Uranium Bullet" were, his combat instincts made him instantly push his Sacred Body to its peak.

Golden Flames soared into the sky, transforming into a nearly tangible Blazing Sun Shield. The sheer intensity of its light caused Feng Qingjue, who was watching from afar, to squint slightly.

The next moment, the Gatling gun's sixteen barrels began to slowly rotate, then faster and faster, emitting a terrifying whistling sound that tore through the air.

"Ding ding ding ding--!!!!!"

That was no ordinary gunshot; it was a deathly symphony, like the simultaneous striking of billions of Divine Iron!

Countless specially designed armor-piercing projectiles transformed into a torrent of scorching metal, bombarding the Blazing Sun Shield at speeds beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Each bullet melts the moment it comes into contact with the Golden Flames, but the immense impact continues to accumulate.

"Ugh--!" Gu Tianye groaned, his feet carving two deep furrows in the arena as he was pushed backward by the Metal Storm.

The terrifying frequency and impact force created an irresistible, continuous thrust.

It possesses the power to shake mountains and destroy peaks, yet at this moment it is like a dam facing a tsunami, only able to passively endure the endless impact.

Gu Tianye's eyes sharpened; he knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

He abruptly turned and took a few steps back, attempting to use the brief opening to dodge to the side.

However, the barrage of bullets suddenly changed direction in a precise arc, enveloping him once again!

The intense impact forcefully pushed his body, which had just lifted up, back to its original position, or even pushed him further away.

Before the incredulous eyes of all the spectators, the invincible Great Sun Burning Heaven Sacred Body was actually pushed to the edge of the arena by this pure Metal Storm!

The roar of the Gatling gun was incessant, its barrel glowing red and wisps of smoke rising from it.

The situation reached a stalemate for a moment.

"Come out, my other self!"

Ge Zixuan shouted, and a specially made Talisman Person landed at his feet, transforming into another Su Wanqing.

Although she looked dazed and was clearly just a Talisman Person, the important thing was that she also had one of those weapons in her hand.

Despite being suppressed by two Gatling guns, this arrogant Sacred Body did not lose, but was forcibly pushed off the stage!

The entire room Deathly Stillness.

The referee was stunned for a moment before he reacted:

"The winner is Su Wanqing!"

Ge Zixuan gave Gu Tianye, whose face was dark with anger, a victory middle finger:

"Science Changes Destiny, Your Sacred Body."

On the Floating Island, Ye Jianwei looked down at the arena and said softly, "This person's Hidden Weapon are of ordinary power, but his aura is truly astonishing."

However, Qin Wangchuan's focus was not on this.

Without a doubt, Su Wanqing's body contains the soul of a transmigrator.

But the key point is that there were quite a few people in the audience eager to make a move, and judging from their positions, they were clearly from the same organization.

'An organization of transmigrators?' Qin Wangchuan took a sip of tea. 'Interesting.'

Their gaze returned to the arena.

Jiang Yan will face off against Feng Qingjue; whoever wins will advance to the finals.

The moment the referee announced the start, Lightning Light crackled around Jiang Yan, and the Wanjie Thunder Furnace operated at full power.

However, Feng Qingjue retreated as lightly as a feather, always maintaining a distance of several feet from him.

"You have great potential." Feng Qingjue, her dress fluttering, extended a hand from her sleeve. "Would you like to come over here?"

"I have a grand ideal, which requires many people to realize."

"Ideals?" Jiang Yan stopped and asked, seeing that the other party had no intention of fighting.

"We're both from the Lower Realm, don't you want to go see the Immortal Court?" Her voice held a strange allure. "See if those high above are truly different from us."

"Let's see if they truly deserve to sit high in the heavens and look down upon us."

Jiang Yan scratched his head. "Go if you want to, the Heaven-Reaching Pillar next door, isn't it?"

Feng Qingjue head. "The Immortal Court is inaccessible." A profound glint flashed in her eyes. "That's precisely why we need to unite the strength of more people."

"I don't understand this Immortal Court you're talking about either," Jiang Yan shook his head firmly, "But I promised my Eldest Brother I would join the Wen Dao Palace."

Jiang Yan thought she was trying to recruit him into the sect or something.

The seemingly fluent conversation was actually completely off-track.

"What a pity," Feng Qingjue, "Then we can only be enemies."

Her figure suddenly blurred, and with a few ethereal steps, she flashed behind Jiang Yan.

She lightly raised her jade-like hand, and her palm, sharp enough to cut through gold and jade, cleaved down!

At this critical moment, Jiang Yan narrowly dodged to the side, his fighting instincts leading him to make the right choice.

"As expected, physical techniques are useless against you." Feng Qingjue retreated, forming hand seals. "Then let's try this—"

"Ice River Hanging Upside Down!"

The entire arena floor and sky were instantly covered in frost, with countless icicles piercing out from two places, and the cold air began to freeze.

This is a universal, indiscriminate Spirit Art!

Jiang Yan neither dodged nor evaded; his right hand, fingers joined like a sword, concentrated all the lightning within him at his fingertips.

"Dao Slash!"

A sword Sword Qi crackling with Lightning Light cleaved out, vanishing all the frost in its path and carving a path through the icy landscape!

The admiration in Feng Qingjue's eyes deepened.

"Qin Clan Secret Technique?"

"Me too."

She also pointed her fingers like a sword, her movements were exactly the same as Jiang Yan's, but her aura was completely different.

As she raised her fingertips, the chilling aura of the entire arena converged wildly, condensing into a crystal-clear Ice Crystal Sword Gang at her fingertips.

"Watch closely, this move is about to unleash its full power."

"Dao Slash!"

With a casual flick of her finger, the entire space trembled the moment the Ice Crystal Sword Gang left her hand.

That Sword Qi was not only faster and more solid than Jiang Yan's Lightning Light Sword Qi, but what was even more terrifying was the artistic conception it contained—an absolute will that transcended all things, as if even heaven and earth had to bow down before this sword.

As soon as the Ice Crystal Sword Gang pierced through the air, a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain was left on Jiang Yan's chest.

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily outside the arena, his aura instantly weakening.

The referee immediately announced, "The winner Feng Qingjue!"

"The power of this 'Dao Slash' technique is probably no less than that of the That Lord who created it back then!" A knowledgeable old cultivator in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Another person responded, "Yes, the person who created this move would be pleased to see others catch up."

Feng Qingjue taken half a step forward when he suddenly froze.

A cold sensation appeared unexpectedly between my eyebrows.

Her pupils contracted sharply as she looked up—and there it was, a slender finger, silently pressed against the spot, as if it had always been there.

Following the finger's direction, a handsome young man came into view.

His posture was as upright as Gu Song, yet he carried a sense of detachment from the world.

Qin Wangchuan maintained his pointing gesture, standing sideways, gazing at the heavily injured Jiang Yan below the stage, and said calmly without turning his head:

"You win."

After saying that, he slowly walked off the stage and left with Jiang Yan as he was carried away.

Feng Qingjue stood frozen in place, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

She couldn't describe the feeling of that instant—the boy seemed to have materialized from nothingness, appearing abruptly before her.

What alarmed her even more was that this person, from appearance to aura, seemed completely out of place with the surrounding world, like a dragon coiled in a snake's nest; something just didn't seem right.

"What's wrong?" Her subordinate asked, noticing her unusual expression.

Feng Qingjue in the direction Qin Wangchuan had disappeared, her voice low and heavy. "Did that person... register for the competition?"

Which one?

Her subordinates followed her gaze and only saw a disappearing figure.

Feng Qingjue did not ask any further questions.

She knew better than anyone the strength this person had demonstrated.

If someone were truly interested in participating, the person standing on the final stage right now would be none other than themselves.

A pure intuition surged into Feng Qingjue's heart, igniting like wildfire.

'If this person were to serve me, crushing the celestial Immortal Court would be as easy as turning my hand!'

She didn't know where the idea came from; it was pure intuition.

The thought came without any reason, yet it was so strong, as if it were some kind of revelation from the Unseen!

As the final bell rang, Feng Qingjue and Su Wanqing stood facing each other.

After that brief but thrilling encounter with Qin Wangchuan, Feng Qingjue found the upcoming final match utterly uninteresting.

Ge Zixuan controlled Su Wanqing's body and executed the pre-arranged tactics as soon as he entered the arena.

He quickly threw out several specially made Spirit Locking Bullet, attempting to set up a spirit-suppressing array on the arena, while his figure moved swiftly.

They wanted to replicate their tactics against Gu Tianye and wage a protracted war of attrition.

But Feng Qingjue was not like Gu Tianye, who showed tenderness and compassion for women.

Her aura suddenly changed.

A blazing Sword Intent erupted from her body, condensing behind her into a faint, indistinct phantom of a furnace.

"Sword Intent Furnace, Second Gear"

"The Taichu God-Burial Sword!"

She drew her sword and slashed, silently annihilating the Rocket Launcher in her path, neatly slicing half of the arena in two.

The Sword Qi's momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Ge Zixuan!

"I surrender!"

Ge Zixuan was flexible and decisive, raising his hands and shouting.

Who can stop this?!

The Great Power figure from the Tongtian Family, seated on the high platform, made a move; with a wave of his sleeve, the terrifying Sword Qi dissipated like wisps of smoke.

The referee promptly announced, "The winner Feng Qingjue!"

Feng Qingjue in the center of the arena, surrounded by a powerful Dragon Qi that seemed almost tangible, causing even the heavens and earth to change color.

In the instant she won the championship, she finally felt it.

I sensed something new within my body—not Spiritual Power, but something more mysterious, indescribable, yet undeniably present.

The immense Qi Yun gathered for this Grand Competition has exceeded expectations.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Feng Qingjue caused many older cultivators who had come from Upper Thousand Provinces to watch the spectacle to adopt solemn expressions.

"If it wasn't obvious before, now... the Qi Yun is almost transforming into a dragon..."

"As expected, someone set this up."

"Millions of people becoming one—what a grand gesture!"

The elderly men exchanged meaningful glances.

The other contestants, however, seemed to lack any real Qi Yun.

Especially Gu Tianye, whose originally dazzling Great Sun Burning Heaven Sacred Body now appeared particularly forlorn in comparison to Feng Qingjue.

The awards were then presented on stage.

The Nine-Turn Pill floated in Feng Qingjue's palm, radiating an alluring light.

On the Floating Island, Jiang Yan, wrapped up like a dumpling, struggled to speak, "Eldest Brother, I've lost..."

Qin Wangchuan nodded calmly. "It's better to lose; at least I won't have to die once."

"What do you mean, 'die once'?" Jiang Yan asked, looking completely bewildered.

Qin Wangchuan did not answer, but only stared at the task notification on the system panel that had already been completed.

[Mission complete, Mysterious Reward: Ten Lives Trial]

[The Ten Lives Trial will arrive at the appropriate time; please wait patiently, host.]

[Descent Time: Unknown]

The system's task criteria are quite lenient; tasks can be completed even while spectating.

The outcome of this Martial Arts Competition is irrelevant; what matters is the Qi Yun.

Qi Yun doesn't shift with setbacks, but that applies to ordinary people.

When those destined for Qi Yun clash, it is essentially a collision of two River of Fate.

Once defeated, Qi Yun hands, and the stream flows back into the long river.

But why go through all that trouble—murder and robbery can be done in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wangchuan thought to himself, then looked down at the spirited Feng Qingjue below the stage: 'Since things have come to this, then let her die once.'

However--

"Hello!"

Feng Qingjue suddenly raised the pill high, his gaze fixed intently on the Floating Island, meeting Qin Wangchuan's eyes from above. "Let's have a fight!"

A defiant smile played on her lips, "If you win, the pills and rewards are all yours. If you lose..."

"Be my subordinate, and I'll take you to heaven. How about it?"

The Meteorite Arena erupted in an uproar.

No one expected that Feng Qingjue, who had just won the championship, would use the Sacred Medicine as a catalyst to issue a challenge to others.