Eighth! Eighth in the Divine Capital!
Chen Shaojun! When did our Chen Clan produce such a peerless genius?
His first appearance on the rankings, and he went straight to eighth?
Chen Shaojun must be a false name! Which direct-line descendant is he?
Outside the War God Tower, the sparse crowd instantly erupted into an uproar.
And this frenzy and excitement were still spreading rapidly outward like a surging tide.
After all, eighth on the War God Rankings in [Divine Capital Changluo] meant something entirely different from two hundred and seventy-second.
In an instant:
People came swarming toward the War God Tower and poured inside.
Everyone knew-
Ranking eighth meant that this Chen Shaojun had cleared the sixth floor with an almost crushing victory.
Since he had yet to come out, he must be challenging the seventh floor.
With a chance to witness such a grand event, rarely seen even once in a decade, how could they miss it?
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Let's all go watch!"
"Wait! I need to leave the Supreme Void Dao Realm and get my older brother to come watch too."
The crowd packed the War God Tower so tightly that not a drop of water could get through.
As this tide swept onward, more and more people learned the astonishing news and rushed toward the War God Tower.
Inside the War God Tower, on the seventh floor.
Chen Qingyu swept his gaze around and discovered an enormous space measuring several thousand zhang on each side, many times larger than the sixth floor.
His expression shifted slightly.
With such an enormous area, his current [Flying Sand and Moving Stones] could hardly cover much of it.
At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice rang out around him once again:
"Welcome to the seventh floor of the War God Tower!"
"Your opponents will appear shortly. Challenger, please prepare!"
In an instant:
Densely packed streaks of white light surged up on all sides. Even a cursory glance revealed at least several hundred.
Fuck!
Chen Qingyu cursed inwardly and immediately activated [Standing Upright Without a Shadow].
Hum! Hum!
Within the hundreds of streaks of white light, figures of young men and women coalesced, their presences far more powerful than those on the sixth floor.
On the seventh floor of the War God Tower, every warrior had a foundation forged from seven martial meridians. This already fell within the domain of profound arts and secret canons.
One had to understand-
In great sects and great clans second only to the sacred lands, cultivation methods at the level of profound arts and secret canons were already their supreme teachings!
Even a single warrior who cultivated a profound art or secret canon could clear the fifth floor of the War God Tower with ease!
Yet on the seventh floor:
There were a full five hundred such formidable warriors!
Holy shit, this is ridiculous...
Chen Qingyu's scalp prickled at the sight, and he could not help cursing inwardly:
How the hell did those people who cleared the seventh floor manage it?
Maintaining his [Standing Upright Without a Shadow] divine ability, he quickly moved his feet, attempting to escape the encirclement.
However-
This idea of his swiftly ended in failure.
The full five hundred warriors had already formed an almost closed encirclement, leaving him no gap through which to escape.
Although his [Standing Upright Without a Shadow] technique was wondrous, it could not make him intangible at the Blood Sea Realm. If he got too close, he would collide with someone and instantly expose himself.
"This Chen Shaojun is probably in trouble!"
"Exactly! The seventh floor has a full five hundred formidable warriors working together. It's terrifying!"
"The difficulty of the [War God Tower] really does soar more terrifyingly the farther you go. Its reputation is well deserved!"
"This time, even with an offensive martial technique that covers an enormous area, he'll have to fight them head-on."
"Indeed. True gold fears no trial by fire. Let's see what this newly emerged peerless genius can do."
In the outer space, the crowd buzzed with discussion.
At this moment, the number of spectators had already exceeded a hundred thousand, and that figure was still constantly increasing.
I wonder what this Chen Shaojun will use to deal with this?
A trace of tension could not help appearing on Chen Qingjie's face.
In [Divine Capital Changluo], peerless geniuses who had cleared the seventh floor were rare, but there were still seven of them.
Aside from the strongest, Chen Qinggu, the methods these people had used to clear the seventh floor were actually much the same.
They used mobile fighting tactics, constantly dodging and shifting, turning their opponents' strength against them and charging back and forth. Relying on abundant True Qi and formidable defensive methods, they fought bloody battles for several hours, grinding all five hundred powerful enemies to death.
This process was naturally extremely perilous. A single misstep could mean a violent death.
Among the tens of millions of Blood Sea Realm warriors in the current main branch of the Chen Clan, only seven could clear the seventh floor. One could well imagine how terrifyingly difficult it was.
Rumble...
On the seventh floor, the five hundred warriors had joined forces and begun a sweeping bombardment.
Ranged divine weapons and profound artifacts, combined with wide-area offensive martial techniques, swept across the entire space inch by inch.
Under such terrifying attacks:
No matter how adept Chen Qingyu was at hiding, as long as he remained within the encirclement, he would sooner or later be found and blasted into slag in a single barrage.
After all, however fast he was, he could not outpace the bombardment of divine weapons, profound artifacts, and martial techniques.
Goddammit!
Chen Qingyu frowned, but showed not the slightest panic.
With a thought, he directly deactivated [Standing Upright Without a Shadow], exposing himself to everyone's gaze.
The instant he appeared:
Five hundred gazes brimming with killing intent snapped toward him in unison.
The next moment, over a hundred ranged attacks came blanketing the sky toward him, intent on blasting him into pulp.
"What?!"
The hundred thousand-odd spectators in the outer space were caught completely off guard by this sight. Their hearts leaped into their throats as they stared fixedly at the scene in the central space.
Then they saw:
The vast onslaught unleashed by over a hundred warriors attacking in unison, blasting apart the very air and forcing fierce winds to howl outward in all directions, actually struck empty space.
Because before they attacked, Chen Qingyu had already ridden an auspicious cloud straight into the sky.
"Stunned, huh? I can fly! Hahahaha!"
Chen Qingyu stood atop the cloud, laughing heartily as he rapidly ascended.
The seventh floor's space was far larger than the first floor's, and the height of its sky had expanded to a full sixty or seventy zhang.
At such a height, most ranged attacks could no longer reach him.
Whoosh!
In a mere instant, the auspicious cloud Chen Qingyu rode had already touched the ceiling of this space.
At this distance:
Aside from a few powerful bow-type divine weapons that could still barely threaten him, he could already disregard all other means of attack.
Below the Golden Bridge Realm, warriors had no means of flying or remaining airborne.
And once Chen Qingyu held absolute control of the skies, he could attack however he pleased. It could be called a dimensionality-reduction strike.
"My heavens..."
The spectators in the outer space immediately broke into one exclamation after another:
"He can fly! He can actually fly!"
"He can fly with Blood Sea Realm cultivation? Isn't that too outrageous?"
"Good grief! If he weren't from our Chen Clan, I'd almost think he was one of the dragons from the Eastern Sea or Northern Sea."
"Exactly! Isn't soaring on clouds and riding the mist an innate talent of the dragons?"
Under everyone's watchful eyes:
Chen Qingyu let out a long cry, then instantly opened his mouth and spat. A terrifying, earth-yellow storm surged forth, swelling to several hundred zhang in an instant as it blotted out the sky and shrouded the earth, howling downward.
"Die!"