A Monster on the Arena

Qin Wangchuan's words spread like a tangible shockwave, plunging the entire Cloud Mist Heavenly City into an eerie Deathly Stillness.

"Twelfth Realms... Half-Venerable?"

The expressions on Chu Wujiu and the others' faces instantly turned serious.

"Twelfth Realms?! This isn't what we agreed on!" Yan Wujin roared first.

Yun Zexuan lightly tapped his chin with his fingertip. "Not even at the Twelfth Realm at twenty years old, he's truly a monster... but if it's him, it's not surprising."

"Still under control."

"That's right!" Chu Wujiu interrupted in a deep voice, his fighting spirit intensifying. "I'm now at the Thirteenth Realm; it won't be easy for him to win. Don't forget we still have trump cards."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

The plan remains unchanged.

Only Zhou Yunyi.

He was already thinking about how to save his life.

'But we can't run away! What about the First Feather's responsibility? What about not having to go on missions? All those promises were bullshit!'

On the Flying Ship, Feng Qingjue stood leaning against the railing.

Her slender white fingers trembled slightly from the force. This once magnificent Empress, who had ruled over thousands of miles and subdued countless Prodigy, now unconsciously tightened her delicate jaw, and her phoenix eyes, which always looked down upon all living beings, were filled with nothing but shock!

She felt the oppressive aura emanating from Wang Qiming; he was a genuine Twelfth Realm.

Furthermore, with the soaring imperial purple qi —with such purple qi surrounding him, even Thirteenth Realm or Supreme Realm would find him extremely difficult to deal with.

However... all of this was as fragile as glass in front of Qin Wangchuan.

"At the same level, and with just one move...?"

Her red lips parted slightly, letting out a barely audible murmur.

Her Profound Ice Jade Bone Sacred Body allowed her to reach the Tenth Realm before the age of twenty, a talent that once made her stand out among her peers.

However, none of this mattered to Qin Wangchuan.

Jiang Yan, standing next to her, was also dumbfounded.

'This is... his power... his way.'

Feng Qingjue tilted her head slightly, a few strands of her dark hair falling down her neck, outlining a graceful curve.

Gazing at the domineering figure on the stage, she couldn't help but think, 'After displaying such strength, surely no one will dare to challenge me now?'

This thought shouldn't have appeared in the mind of Prodigy like her, but if it were her, she probably wouldn't have gone on stage.

To go on stage knowing you'll lose is foolish.

But the scene below was beyond Feng Qingjue's expectations.

When everyone saw that although Wang Qiming was spitting blood and was weak, he was able to stand steadily with the help of his companions.

A strange, frenzied atmosphere instantly replaced the fear!

"He's not dead! He held back!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"I'll do it!"

Count me in!

Qin Wangchuan, Qin Clan Divine Son from the Heaven Above Heaven, possesses unfathomable strength.

At first, no one dared to go on stage, fearing that such a being would be ruthless and could easily endanger their lives.

But seeing that Wang Qiming was still alive despite his defeat, everyone suddenly realized that this was just a friendly sparring match that ended with a point being raised!

This realization was like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit!

That's right.

From the very beginning, no one expected victory.

That's Divine Son from the Immortal Court, how could he possibly surpass him?

On what grounds?

Based solely on their so-called titles of Prodigy from Upper Thousand Provinces?

It is precisely because we are so close that we know what the words "Heaven Above Heaven" truly represent.

Everyone's only wish was to survive in their fight against him; if they could gain anything, that would be an incredible stroke of luck!

More than ten figures exuding a powerful aura, their eyes burning with a mixture of awe, desire, and determination, leaped onto the huge arena from different directions almost simultaneously, surrounding Qin Wangchuan in the center!

The fighting spirit soared to the heavens, but the scene was surprisingly orderly.

No one wanted to rush in, because everyone knew—

This is not a life-or-death struggle, but a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seek the truth.

The Prodigies took turns performing like a revolving lantern, always maintaining a total of more than ten people on stage at the same time.

Qin Wangchuan stood in the center, not using Daoist magic to suppress it, but rather using targeted restraint.

When others throw a punch, he throws a punch in response; when others draw a sword, he draws a sword in response.

With a touch of restraint, he won with brilliance.

He even occasionally offered his own comments.

"Your fist technique is decent, but your stance is weak." Qin Wangchuan repelled a Body Cultivator with a single palm strike, his voice calm.

The Body Cultivator staggered backward, instinctively looking at his legs.

"Too many unnecessary movements." Faced with Heavenly Sword, Qin Wangchuan only needed to strike once, and the sword shadows shattered.

The sword-wielding girl stood frozen in place, as if she had gained some insight.

What's even more astonishing is that he was able to learn and apply what he learned in battle.

A Prodigy unleashed his family's Supreme Lore, "Flowing Cloud Hand," but on his second appearance, Qin Wangchuan countered with the same move, but using a sword technique instead.

"The Flowing Cloud Hand is inherently gentle, yet it can be infused with Sword Intent?" the person murmured, as if savoring something.

Of course, Qin Wangchuan was not without injuries along the way.

This was partly due to deliberate suppression, and partly because it wasn't just young Prodigies who made a move.

In Upper Thousand Provinces, most of the young Prodigies under the age of thirty are at the Eleventh Realm, with the best reaching the Twelfth Realm.

Some of the older ones can reach the Thirteenth Realm.

As for those who are the same age as Qin Wangchuan?

I'm sorry, my skill level is too low; I'm simply not qualified to participate in this exchange.

"The Heaven and Earth Law!"

A golden statue, hundreds of feet tall, rose from the ground, its Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation manifesting in the world with overwhelming power.

There are also differences between the Heaven and Earth Law.

This golden body, though a hundred feet tall and seemingly majestic, doesn't even deserve True Name.

Compared to his Eldest Brother, whose embodiment of the Principle is recognized by heaven and earth, he is far inferior.

"Wanjie Thunder Furnace? Third Gear."

"Heavenly Ruins Tribulation Finger"

Without even activating the Jie Jin Jian Wo, the finger, imbued with Lightning Light and enhanced by the Thunder Furnace, shot out and pierced through the hundred-foot-tall golden body before it could even make a move, ultimately shattering with a deafening roar.

After more than ten days of fierce fighting, Qin Wangchuan's wounds gradually increased, but his eyes became increasingly sharp.

What's even more alarming is that the force of his strikes is steadily increasing.

On the first day, Body Cultivator who could withstand three punches from him was blasted away by a single punch on the seventh day; on the third day, Sword Cultivator who could exchange sword blows with him couldn't even withstand a single sword strike on the tenth day.

"He's getting stronger..." A Prodigy had just been knocked off the stage lay on the ground, gazing at the figure that grew stronger with each battle, and murmured to himself, "Every fight is more terrifying than the last..."

As the number of losers increased, Qi Yun of fortune converged on Qin Wangchuan from all directions.

These newly acquired Qi Yun, combined with those previously obtained from Feng Qingjue, ultimately transformed into a magnificent golden pillar of light that shot into the sky, enveloping the entire arena in brilliant light.

Qin Wangchuan's body was filled with Dao Rhyme, Jie Jin Jian Wo was triggered on its own, indicating that his Immortal Bones were undergoing a transformation.

Every injury, every confrontation, accelerates this transformation.

On the thirteenth day, when yet another Prodigy was effortlessly repelled by the earthquake, everyone clearly felt the truth:

Qin Wangchuan, far from weakening in this protracted battle, is evolving at an unbelievable speed.

He is now a completely different person from the one he was thirteen days ago.

Even with deliberate suppression, many people are still defeated in a single move.

Gradually, a silent fear began to spread among the crowd.

Even if they were physically unharmed, and even if the rules still allowed them to return to the stage, many of them felt as heavy as if their steps were made of lead.

They gazed at the figure on the arena, growing stronger with each battle, and uttered two words with trembling lips:

"Monster..."