Who Dared Call Himself Invincible?

Deep within the Wind-Thunder Secret Realm, on a flat area atop a cliff.

The Wind-Thunder Venerable, dressed in a silver-purple outfit, stood gracefully among them. His small face, no bigger than a palm, was as exquisite as a jade carving. Only the electric light flowing in his vertical pupils revealed a powerful aura that did not match his appearance.

She glanced sideways at the black-clad youth in front of her, who couldn't bear to fight back, a hint of relief flashing in her Double Pupils: "You've got a conscience after all, I haven't spoiled you for nothing. Since you respect your teacher, I'll give you a special pass in this assessment."

She paused, then flicked a wisp of lightning from her fingertip, circling it in mid-air. "If you can barely activate the eighth level of the 'Miao' Divine Weapon's intent, you've passed. If you have, the abstinence order will be revoked; if not..."

She suddenly raised an eyebrow, her tone full of mischievous threat. "Hmph, I'll take all the female creatures in the secret realm with me, not even a single humanoid robot. And I'll also notify the secret realm guards to shut down all external transmission routes, so you can cultivate in a state of celibacy for a thousand or eight hundred years."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Tang Ping's spine straightened instinctively, and he proudly said, "Master is joking. Why should I go easy on you with this little test?" His clear voice struck the cliff wall, causing rocks to tumble down in a flurry.

Wind-Thunder Venerable's pretty face froze slightly.

She knew all too well the difficulty of cultivating the Universe Origin Laws; it was an insurmountable barrier that stood before countless cultivators.

Although the cultivation speed at the Realm Lord level is thousands or even tens of thousands of times faster than before, the Universe Origin Laws are as profound as a vast ocean. Ordinary geniuses often have to cultivate for tens of thousands of years to make a splash in the river of laws. Only in this way can they knock on the door of immortality before their lifespan of tens of millions of years ends.

But her disciple, despite his exceptional talent, always loved to slack off, working only sporadically. In just a thousand years, he dared to boast that he had mastered the eighth level of the "Miao" divine Divine Weapon? That was a fusion of wind and Time Law, incredibly difficult.

"In that case, the test begins!" Wind-Thunder Venerable rolled his eyes, too lazy to expend his Divine Power to simulate the powerful Alien Race enemy, he simply connected directly to the Virtual Universe and spent a lot of money to replicate the challenge scene of the Tongtian Bridge in Chaos City.

That is the touchstone for the younger generation of the entire Human Race in the universe, and it cannot be more fair.

Ripples spread across the void, and the scene of the Tenth Layer of the Tongtian Bridge unfolded instantly. From the thick fog, a figure in black slowly walked out, surrounded by sword energy as solid as a tangible substance. It was the seventh level of the "Miao" Divine Weapon: One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws.

To be able to master this move to its peak at the ninth level of the Realm Lord rank is already a top-tier combat power among all races in the universe.

With a soft "hum", Tang Ping's Wind-Thunder Wings suddenly unfolded on his back. The wing bones were like ice crystals, and blue, purple and gold wind patterns flowed on the wing membrane.

With a light tap of his toes, his figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, his trajectory as mysterious as willow catkins in the wind. The man in black unleashed dozens of sword strikes, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The next moment, Tang Ping spun around and turned back, a pale blue sword shadow condensing at his fingertips. It was also "One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws", but it was faster and sharper than the man in black.

The sword light fell like a sudden rain, each strike precisely hitting the opponent's weaknesses. The man in black fought more and more frantically, until finally his sword moves became chaotic. In the end, a sword light pierced through his brow, and before he disappeared, his eyes were filled with frustration and confusion.

He himself couldn't tell whether he was beaten to death or died of anger.

The smile on Wind-Thunder Venerable's face froze instantly, his delicate chin slightly raised, clearly not expecting this kid to pass so easily.

The eleventh level opened, and the man in yellow robes arrived stepping through the mist. The fluctuations of the laws around him suddenly became obscure: "Miao" character Divine Weapon, eighth level, and the second level of the Void Sword Slashing Time!

This is a move that demonstrates a deeper mastery of the Time Law; when the sword light falls, even the surrounding light seems to be stretched.

Tang Ping used the same old trick: with a flap of his Wind-Thunder Wings, he created distance, his movements as agile as a cloud drifting in the wind.

Wind-Thunder Venerable nodded secretly as he watched.

This "Wind-Thunder" movement technique was created by her after she had mastered the laws, and it took her 100,000 years of painstaking effort. It contains the profound principle that Wind-Thunder share the same origin. She herself could probably only barely get the basics down when she was at the Realm Lord stage, but this kid can use it with consummate skill.

What pleased her even more was that his steady and methodical fighting style was exactly the same as hers.

"As expected of the disciple I chose." She gave a light snort, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

The man in yellow finally fell to Tang Ping's sword. Level 11, cleared!

Wind-Thunder Venerable fell into deep thought.

As far as she knew, among the ten elders of the Virtual Universe Company's Domain Lord- level Primal Secret Region, the strongest had only passed the eleventh level, and that person had cultivated diligently for nearly 100,000 years. Her disciple clearly hadn't taken the shortcut of understanding the Law Essence, relying entirely on the insights she had left behind; how could she not have encountered any bottlenecks? Could she truly be a born inheritor?

The scene on the Twelfth Floor appeared, and this time the black-clad man's aura was even more terrifying. He was still using the "Void Sword Slashing Time," but he had already reached the limit of this realm.

As the sword light rose and fell, the flow of time itself seemed to distort. The Divine Weapon formed from mental power moved at will, with almost no delay in its strike.

Such strength is enough to make one a king among World Lord Rank. Even Primal Secret Region Member the Virtual Universe Company who have just broken through to the World Lord Rank the Primordial Secret Realm may not be able to win easily.

Tang Ping's dodging gradually became more difficult. The black-clad man's Time Sword was too fast. If it weren't for his Wind-Thunder Wings being able to fuse the Wind and Thunder Laws to achieve a 1+1>2 effect, and being further enhanced by the Time Law, he would have been pierced by the sword light long ago.

Wind-Thunder Venerable nodded secretly in approval. To have achieved such skill in just a thousand years was already a great honor for her. Unlike in reality, where you can run away if you can't win, here you must kill and destroy your enemies to pass the test.

She was about to offer some words of comfort, saying, "You've done a good job so far," when she saw Tang Ping's eyes suddenly turn sharp as swords.

"Xueluo Power, activate!"

A low shout rolled out from the boy's throat, and his eyes instantly shot out a dazzling golden light, as the dormant Xueluo Power and genetic origin within his body were fully activated.

With a deafening roar, a pale golden aura seeped from beneath his skin, and his bones emitted a thunderous boom. His genetic chain underwent a fundamental transformation under the influence of the power of the laws.

Physical strength, speed, and defense increased a thousandfold in a mere breath!

With a "whoosh," Tang Ping's figure almost transformed into a bolt of lightning, instantly breaking through the restrictions of the Time Law and appearing in front of the man in black.

The illusory sword that materialized in his palm no longer pursued refinement, but instead carried a world-destroying momentum, smashing straight towards the opponent's face.

One Sword's Cold Light Spans Nineteen Provinces!

The moment the sword light surged, it was as if a crack had been cleaved open in the heavens and earth, and the surrounding wind and Space Law instantly became chaotic. That invincible sword shadow became the sole focus of the world.

The man in black didn't even have time to scream before he turned to ashes and vanished.

Tang Ping stood with his hands behind his back, his black clothes fluttering in the air, and the golden aura gradually receding into his body.

Leaving the Virtual Universe, he gazed at the dumbfounded Wind-Thunder Venerable and Thunder, a defiant smile playing on his lips. His voice, though not loud, carried a power that shook the universe. "Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to claim to be undefeated?"

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