Seven Evils Pagoda
On the void arena, an incomparably tyrannical aura descended.
Li Jingping, the Thunder Division's seeded elite, had long been waiting atop the arena.
"You are Jin Chengliang, that genius disciple of the Dipper Division."
This young genius dressed as a scholar stood in the void, while above his head, an enormous Primordial Spirit Dharma body condensed.
Boundless spiritual pressure immediately came crashing down.
It was the Primordial Spirit of a colossal Kunpeng, radiating the life characteristics of an ancient avian variant—neither human nor demon, neither god nor immortal. Its magical power was invincible, spanning the ten directions.
"What a pity. After cultivating for so many years, you came to this arena tournament only to throw your life away. Such a waste."
Li Jingping held a folding fan, his tone indescribably cold.
"Li Jingping." Jin Chengliang sneered. "The victor has yet to be decided, yet you are already spouting such grand boasts. How utterly laughable."
"The moment you encountered me, your fate and your end were already decided."
As he spoke, he snapped open his folding fan. Painted upon it was an ink-wash landscape of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. Li Jingping swept out his broad sleeve and pushed forward.
An endless torrent of astral energy, true qi, and magical power surged from the fan. As it was born, it pressed down like mountains, roared like a tsunami, exploded like the heavens, and collapsed like the earth. It was as if mountains, rivers, sun, and moon were bombarding him from all directions.
Jin Chengliang's vision instantly turned into a blur of chaos. He could see nothing, like an egg on the brink of breaking, while massive peaks like Mount Tai crushed in upon him from every side.
It could be said that Li Jingping had unleashed a killing