I'm Strong Because I'm Strong!

Gu Song's face gradually paled as he was questioned.

Yun Ya didn't wait for his answer, his gaze still fixed on the arrogant figure on the stage.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice.

"Believe it or not, they came from above."

"Above?"

Gu Song's mind raced.

Which major corporation or giant is this referring to?

However, even the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect in the Northern Nether Domain is not worthy of the title "above".

That is... the behemoth from the Central Province?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a chill suddenly ran down my spine.

Wrong!

The First Elder said "above" refers to the heavens!

"You mean..." his voice trembled, "the Heaven Above Heaven?"

That name, it cannot even be fully uttered.

The Ten Directions Immortal Court.

The legendary sacred realm, the end of all heavens and myriad paths, is a place that even someone like him could never see the threshold of in his entire life.

But why would such Prodigy... descend to their Northern Nether Domain?

"Could it be that what that girl said was true?"

Su Wanqing, having devised numerous plans, naturally knew the identities of the others.

However, what she said was so shocking that no one believed her.

Yun Ya did not answer.

He turned around and asked in a deep voice:

"Where are the people who went to the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect?"

"Reporting to the First Elder, we have probably arrived by now."

"Hurry them up."

He paused, still feeling uneasy, and added another sentence.

"Go and invite the Sect Master out of seclusion again."

"Should we ask the Sect Master?" Gu Song hesitated. "The Sect Master is currently in seclusion at a crucial juncture. At this time..."

I didn't dare ask the second half of the question.

Yun Ya was well aware of this.

But as an elder, he didn't have the authority to disturb the Old Ancestor.

If things really escalate to that point, even the slumbering Old Ancestor might be awakened by these outsiders.

Hopefully, it hasn't come to that yet.

"Pass down the order: keep a close watch on the Holy Maiden; ignore everything else."

Yun Ya paused, his gaze sweeping across the stage.

"If he wants to hit, let him hit—as long as no one dies, let him do it."

"Perfect, let the younger generation see what's what."

"Let's see what a true Prodigy looks like."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice rose from the crowd below the stage.

"You want to destroy my Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect? You'll have to get past me first!"

A young man dressed in the colors of True Disciple suddenly broke free from the hands of those pulling him and stepped forward.

"Lei Jinghong, True Disciple of the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect, Supreme Being of the Thirteenth Realm."

He announced his name, stood tall in the audience, his arrogance barely concealed.

"Those few who just fell to you were all inferior to you in cultivation. Bullying the weak is no honorable victory."

"If you dare to lower your cultivation level to match mine, then let's have a match."

"I'm absolutely certain you won't return alive."

Upon hearing this, the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect members, who had been holding back for a long time, immediately erupted in uproar.

"Well said! Lei Shi, you've hit the nail on the head!"

"Taking advantage of their higher cultivation level to bully others, they dare to call themselves Prodigy?"

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the pent-up frustration finally found an outlet.

Chu Wujiu, however, smiled.

"If our levels are the same..." He raised his little finger, slowly picked at his ear, lazily repeated the half-sentence, and finally blew on his fingertip.

"I'm sick and tired of hearing that."

"Of the Prodigy who have passed through my area, there are at least eight or ten thousand. And among those who fall, a few out of ten will utter this final statement."

"If it weren't for their inferior cultivation level, if it weren't for their bad luck, and if they had a different family background, the outcome would be uncertain."

"But all of this is meaningless."

"I am strong, therefore I am strong!"

As he spoke, Chu Wujiu raised his hand and pointed towards Lei Jinghong below the stage.

His previous lazy demeanor vanished instantly, and his gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade.

"If you really think you're stronger than me, stop talking nonsense and come up on stage! Win first, then we'll talk!"

Lei Jinghong knew that in terms of cultivation, he was far inferior to his opponent.

Since that's the case, there's no point in arguing; the only thing to do is to give it your all and fight for that one last chance.

"Then let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped onto the arena, his body crackling with Lightning Light.

With a long shout to the sky, the name of that Dharma Manifestation was proclaimed word by word.

"A thunderous roar to suppress the Netherworld Emperor!"

Once the eight-character Buddhist name is chosen, heaven and earth resonate with it.

The overwhelming might of the heavens pressed down from the ninth heaven, and a thunder god's Dharma Manifestation, its entire body crackling with Purple Lightning Thunder God, rose from the ground behind him, almost filling half of the sky.

That is a divine Divine Ability that only Supreme Realm can condense— the Heaven and Earth Law.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

"Lei Shi has made his move!"

"The Eight Characters Heaven and Earth Law... to be able to condense such a Dharma Manifestation is already the first of its kind in this generation."

"This is going to be a real problem for that arrogant outsider!"

The frustration of previous defeats was swept away by this Dharma Manifestation.

The fewer characters in the name of the Heaven and Earth Law, the more terrifying the power of Heaven and Earth it contains.

While Lei Jinghong's birth chart may not quite reach the level of being an unparalleled genius, it certainly qualifies him as a local talent.

But the person he bumped into today happened to be Chu Wujiu.

At opposite ends of the arena, one large and one small, stood facing each other.

At this end, Lei Jinghong stood between the eyebrows of the Dharma Manifestation, which was covered in Purple Lightning Thunder God was a hundred feet tall, reaching the sky and standing upright.

On the other side, Chu Wujiu stood alone, so small that he was almost invisible against the backdrop of the colossal shadow that blotted out the sky.

But he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Beneath his skin, a faint, burning red glow emanated, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body.

That was a self-created Bloodburst for the battle against Qin Wangchuan, and only a fraction of it was used at this moment.

A gust of wind blew by.

Lei Jinghong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and Dharma Manifestation followed suit, taking a step forward.

The hundred-foot-tall thunderbolt charged down from the other end of the arena with a thunderous roar. Every step he took was like a bolt of lightning striking the earth, and the arena beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

The Purple Lightning surged forth with terrifying force, as if it would completely engulf that tiny figure in the next instant.

But Chu Wujiu showed no fear whatsoever.

With a sudden push of his feet, he leaped into the air, crashing straight into the hundred-foot-tall lightning-like figure that was charging towards him.

There are no Heaven and Earth Law, no Method Formula; it is simply the most straightforward and direct punch.

Boom!!

After the punch, the clouds dispersed and the wind subsided.

The deafening thunder and the blinding Purple Lightning vanished without a trace.

Lei Jinghong hadn't yet realized what had happened.

Suddenly, everything blurred before his eyes, and an overwhelming hand filled his vision, grabbing his throat.

They lifted him up like a chick and placed him on the arena.

"Even though you're a bit weak, you're still a tough guy for standing up like this."

Chu Wujiu looked down at him, his tone surprisingly appreciative.

"When your cultivation has improved, come and fight me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist.

Lei Jinghong was tossed aside like a dead dog, crashing heavily onto the corner of the table. He curled up and couldn't get up for a long time.

His gaze swept over the sea of people below the stage.

"Who's next?"

"Forget about going up to the Supreme Being, that's not even a warm-up. Doesn't your sect have a single Heavenly Venerable who dares to step onto the stage?!"

On the observation platform, Ji Wuchen frowned slightly as he looked at the arrogant figure on the platform.

"Is he really alright after fighting like this all the way?"

Following his gaze, Yun Zexuan glanced at the elders on the opposite stage and said calmly.

"It's alright."

Those old guys are holding back, clearly waiting for some powerful backer.

It's okay to make a big fuss.

After a pause, Yun Zexuan suddenly turned his head.

"He came too?"

It is unnecessary to specify who is being referred to.

Ji Wuchen nodded.

Yun Zexuan didn't say anything more.

The Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect is waiting for someone, and so are they.

A sect can be easily destroyed, but a knot in one's heart is hard to untie.

But if it's Qin Wangchuan, he'll definitely have a way.

Just then, a shadow loomed down from the horizon.

Everyone looked up.

A colossal Flying Ship, as large as a mountain, shattered the layers of clouds and hovered imposingly directly above Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect, casting a shadow that almost swallowed the entire main peak.