Dream Strike Long Sky

The next opponents to face Lu Chen were all disciples of Tianyu, employing desperate and suicidal attack methods.

Unfortunately for them, Lu Chen stood firm on the True Martial Domain, possessed Spiritual Power comparable to teleportation, and had the Furnace protecting him. They couldn't even scratch him.

All ten of them were cleanly and swiftly eliminated by Lu Chen.

Not a single bone remained.

He received another ten Golden Core fragments.

Fighting ten matches in a row, he successfully advanced to the top ten.

He hadn't even needed to launch a proper attack.

They were either suppressed by the True Martial Domain and killed with a single strike, or teleported behind and dismembered with a single blade.

His dominance was absolute.

Even so, this hadn't revealed Lu Chen's true trump card, and Lu Ran's expression turned extremely grim.

Especially Lu Chen's disdainful glance as he stepped off the stage, which almost made Lu Ran spit out a mouthful of blood.

He had seen that look many times within the Lu Family.

Even after entering Tianyu and becoming a disciple of the Dean, he still received that look. What the hell, you've had your bloodline stripped away, what are you so proud of?

On the stage, Xiong Yao swung her bronze pillar. Few cultivators could withstand her brutal attacks.

One Force Breaks All Laws.

Three of them had their protective formations smashed by her, and they were sent crashing off the stage.

They were three unfortunate souls from Tianyu Academy.

Though not completely dead, their lives were ruined.

She too had forcefully entered the top ten.

She had greatly surprised everyone.

As of now, two people from Tianyan Academy had entered the top ten.

And among the seeded contestants, each faction could have at most two.

With their overwhelming momentum, they would definitely secure a spot in the duels against them.

As for Fang Jiuding, it wasn't that he was incapable, but rather that this scoundrel was too insidious.

He held a pot as a shield in one hand and a chain in the other.

He swung the chain, making it dance with incredible skill.

Sometimes it struck like a spear, sometimes it weaved like a dancing snake, blending softness with hardness and hardness with softness, making it extremely difficult for opponents to cope.

In the end, most were simply knocked unconscious by Fang Jiuding's pot and thrown off the stage.

Even if they were entangled by the chain, he would still hit them with a clang.

It was enough to drive people to their deaths from anger.

His despicable and infuriating expression made even Old Ancestor Tianyan want to go up and give him a couple of slaps.

He was too vile.

As the sun dipped westward, all three had entered the top ten, their momentum unstoppable.

Of course, besides them, seven other individuals had also advanced forcefully.

They were all top-tier experts: Yan Wuhen, a peak Golden Core expert from Great Yan; Qi Zhentian, an early Nascent Soul powerhouse from the Great Qi military; Liang Yuyan, a mid-stage Golden Core expert from Great Liang; and Su Mufeng, a genius disciple at the early Nascent Soul stage from Heavenly Dao Academy.

And three rogue cultivators: Lin Yu, Liu Ruyan, and Chu Feiyang.

All of them were the strongest of the strong, the best of the best.

The spectators within and outside the arena watched with rapt attention.

The top ten rankings, as the battles continued, became renowned throughout Yanjing.

As night fell, the training grounds were illuminated as if by daylight, and the battles still raged on.

Although the vast majority of people hadn't made it into the top ten, they still wanted to fight ten matches in such a public arena.

If they were noticed by a certain faction, they could soar like birds in the sky, and a glorious martial path would await them.

Suddenly, King Yan, seated at the main platform, roared.

Everyone flinched.

Lu Chen, in particular, thought King Yan had been ambushed.

But that was not the case.

A golden scroll flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long screen that hung in the sky.

"Victory report from Yan Bei..."

The official's voice boomed like a bell, "Ten thousand cavalry from Wolf Court clashed with King Yanbei's Blood Puppet army. Our Great Yan ambush force then encircled them, beheading over two hundred thousand enemies!"

"Young Marshal Ji Wushuang personally led the Crimson Phoenix Guard to break the formation. Lu Yang of Great Qi and Zhu Sha of Great Liang assisted in the battle. Several Great Generals from the Wolf Court and King Yanbei were found as corpses hanging from the walls of Skyfire Pass."

"Congratulations to my Emperor, congratulations to my Great Yan!"

"May Great Yan live for ten thousand years!"

Rustle, rustle...

The cheers were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging.

Lu Chen looked up, the images on the light screen flowing:

On the bloody wasteland, Ji Wushuang, wearing a veil, golden helmet, and golden armor, charged at the forefront, her spear's might crushing thousands of Blood Puppets;

Lu Yang's sword light poured down like a silver river, and Zhu Sha lightly waved her Gunbai, her poisonous miasma transforming into giant pythons that devoured the Wolf Court's war chariots...

"No wonder I didn't see the Young Marshal today." Lu Chen rubbed the hilt of his saber, a slight smile curving his lips.

Xiong Yao, beside him, nudged his arm and said, "Is your Yun Niang here? She's been muttering endlessly all day."

Lu Chen froze.

There was indeed no sign of her.

What kind of mission was this girl completing?

This was truly...

Fang Jiuding came over with a chuckle, "Good things come to those who wait. With Third Brother's personality, if the Princess doesn't let her go, just take her by force!"

"Get lost, you're still single yourself, how dare you talk about others!"

"Damn it, don't provoke me like that..."

As the three of them were joking, King Yan waved his sleeve, and the light screen transformed into golden rain, scattering down.

"Tomorrow is the top ten battle. I hope you all will display your might again!"

King Yan's voice was like a booming bell, full of vigor and spirit.

The Purple-robed Old Ancestor of Tianyu Academy's face was so grim it looked like it could bleed.

What a useless idiot!

If his allies were crippled, how could he replace Great Yan?

The night passed without incident. The next day, the martial arts arena was already bustling with people.

The afterglow of last night's victory report had not yet dissipated. The ten arenas were gilded by the morning sun, and the formation patterns flowed like a reversed galaxy.

On the high platform, a figure in golden armor appeared beside King Yan.

It was Princess Wushuang, Ji Wushuang. She still exuded a murderous aura, and dark red bloodstains on her battle robe fell with the soft swish of her steps.

"The top ten battle begins!" The ceremonial official's voice boomed like a bell. Amidst the roaring of the grand formation, figures emerged from pillars of light.

All twenty participants appeared and took their seats.

"Don't you dare match me!" Lu Ran glanced at Lu Chen, his voice icy.

"How about we fight now?" Lu Chen's retort made Lu Ran's eyes turn red.

"First match, Ji Wushuang versus Xue He of the Blood Spirit Sect!"

As the ceremonial official's voice fell, Ji Wushuang and Xue He rose and shot towards the central arena.

Lu Chen's brow furrowed slightly.

The strength difference was too great!

Ji Wushuang was at most at the peak of the Golden Core stage, while Xue He, that scoundrel, was a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert.

Without any special means, it would be difficult to win.

Ji Wushuang pointed her spear diagonally at Xue He, the spear's might striking the ground with a ding ding sound. "I eliminated quite a few remnants of the Blood Spirit Sect last night. Today, I'll use you as a sacrifice!"

Xue He sneered, and the pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert exploded forth. A hundred Blood Puppets appeared behind him, each with a scarlet eyeball embedded in its chest.

He waved his sleeve, and the Blood Puppets swarmed towards Ji Wushuang like a plague of locusts. Black, scorched marks appeared on the ground as it was corroded.

Ji Wushuang advanced instead of retreating. Her spear technique, like a tornado, twisted into the puppet swarm, transforming into a mysterious divine bird. Wherever it passed, the Blood Puppets turned into foul-smelling black smoke.

As her spear tip thrust forward, a point of cold light pierced through Xue He's protective blood mist, exploding into a fist-sized bloody hole on his shoulder.

Xue He retreated a hundred feet, his expression filled with horror.

"Bloodline, you've awakened the Nine Heavens Profound Bird bloodline!"

This caused a massive uproar, and cheers erupted from within and outside the arena.

The reason King Yanbei wanted to secede was precisely because he had awakened the ancestral bloodline of the royal family!

And Great Yan had none.

Now, Ji Wushuang awakening the ancestral bloodline of the Nine Heavens Profound Bird meant something self-evident.

King Yanbei had lost his excuse to secede.

"Noisy!" Ji Wushuang snorted coldly and arrived on the wind. Her spear shaft swept out like a mountain, and the phantom beast of her Nine Heavens Profound Bird bloodline behind her exuded a heart-pounding aura.

The Xue He was intimidated by his aura, weakening slightly.

For a powerful cultivator like him, who advanced by devouring the essence blood of humans and beasts, the greatest fear was pressure on his bloodline.

With a sharp cry from the Nine Heavens Profound Bird, Ji Wushuang suddenly flung her spear.

Skill: Dream Strike Long Sky.

Not only did the attack's power surge, but it also carried a potent soul-bewildering force.

In his daze, Xue He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The entire person was pinned to the ground by the spear.