It was already late at night.
In [Divine Capital Changluo], hundreds of thousands of people were still active throughout the city, as bustling as in broad daylight.
Boom!
Chen Qingyu sped past on an auspicious cloud, naturally drawing the attention of a great many people.
People looked up one after another, then cried out in surprise and began discussing:
"Look! That auspicious cloud in the sky-it's Chen Shaojun!"
"It really is him! Isn't he heading toward the [War God Tower]?"
"Could Chen Shaojun finally be ready to challenge the eighth floor of the [War God Tower]?"
"Come on, hurry! Let's follow him and take a look!"
In an instant, the crowds converged into a tide of people, following the speeding auspicious cloud toward the [War God Tower].
As he flew onward, more and more people gathered, soon forming a torrent.
After all, Chen Shaojun's name now thundered in everyone's ears. His every move could draw countless people's attention, let alone something as momentous as a possible challenge to the eighth floor.
A short while later:
Chen Qingyu descended on his auspicious cloud in front of the [War God Tower].
A large area had already been cleared around the entrance to the [War God Tower]. Everyone watched him with awe, discussing him in hushed voices.
Chen Qingyu strode calmly into the entrance of the [War God Tower].
At that very instant:
The crowd immediately grew excited and surged into the [War God Tower], scrambling to select the separate space containing Chen Shaojun so they could watch his battle.
Inside the [War God Tower], Chen Qingyu opened his eyes:
"Welcome to the War God Tower!"
A cold, mechanical voice instantly resounded through his surroundings:
"You have cleared the first seven floors of the [Blood Sea Heaven] War God Tower. Would you like to continue challenging the eighth floor?"
At that moment:
Everyone in the spectator space instantly held their breath and focused, not daring even to blink:
"Yes."
Chen Qingyu smiled faintly:
"I want to continue challenging the eighth floor!"
Boom!
In the spectator space, the crowd erupted into cheers that crashed like mountains and roared like seas.
Every single person was excited beyond measure.
Chen Shaojun really was preparing to challenge the eighth floor that no one could shake.
Hum!
A pillar of white light descended from above, its dazzling radiance enveloping Chen Qingyu.
When he could see his surroundings clearly again:
Before him was a pure-white space nearly ten thousand zhang across, with a sky over a hundred zhang above the ground.
"Welcome to the eighth floor of the War God Tower!"
"Your opponents will appear shortly. Challenger, please prepare!"
The cold, mechanical voice had only just fallen silent:
"Rise!"
Without another word, Chen Qingyu rode his auspicious cloud straight into the sky.
Hum! Hum!
Densely packed white lights almost merged into one, instantly erupting into a sea of light.
A full two thousand figures with powerful presences and indifferent expressions materialized together, scattered throughout the eighth floor.
"He's in the sky!"
The many martial artists instantly looked up, spotting Chen Qinggu standing on an auspicious cloud.
At that instant:
"Earth Star Primal Magnetism, rise!"
Starlight actually burst from several dozen top martial artists, converging into an enormous pale-blue ring.
Working together, the dozens of them locked onto Chen Qingyu's position and darted forward with swift, crossing steps, seeking to bring Chen Qingyu in the sky within the ring's range.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A full two or three hundred martial artists drew their bows and nocked arrows. True Qi surged throughout their bodies as they activated the divine weapons in their hands, unleashing terrifying might.
A sky-filling rain of arrows shot straight toward Chen Qingyu atop his cloud.
"Kill!"
From several dozen more martial artists, chilling sword lights abruptly flew out and soared into the sky.
Flying swords!
Controlling swords with Qi!
These were the only terrifying divine weapons that could be freely controlled from a distance and moved at will even within the Four Physical Body Realms. Their killing power was unmatched beneath the heavens!
Like swimming fish and flying birds, dozens of sword lights darted through the sky, closing in from every direction to dismember Chen Qingyu with ten thousand swords!
Just as I thought!
Seeing this horrifying sight from his auspicious cloud, Chen Qingyu instantly understood.
His judgment had not been wrong.
If he had continued using his seventh-floor tactics, this terrifying siege would soon have left him stretched thin and utterly bedraggled. He would not have lasted long.
And once the enormous primal magnetism ring enveloped him and forced him to the ground, his death would have been certain.
"This..."
"Too terrifying! Far too terrifying!"
"The eighth floor is this horrifying? Who could possibly clear it?"
"Two thousand martial artists, every single one so powerful-how did Zhou Chenlong clear this?"
"Chen Shaojun is probably finished!"
In the spectator space, over a hundred thousand spectators were utterly dumbstruck.
The sight before them-the sky-blotting rain of arrows, the flying swords flashing like shuttles, the attacks involving hundreds of people at a time-truly stunned them.
They could hardly even imagine:
With such terrifying difficulty, could anyone in the world really clear the eighth floor through their own strength?
But at that very instant:
Under the eyes of the vast crowd-
"Hahahaha!"
Chen Qingyu let out a long laugh in the sky, and his figure abruptly vanished. Even the auspicious cloud beneath him disappeared along with him.
The sky-blotting rain of arrows passed straight through his former position, every last arrow missing.
The dozens of fishlike sword lights darted back and forth, momentarily losing their target as well.
"What?!"
Everyone in the spectator space was completely bewildered.
"What's going on?"
"Where did Chen Shaojun go?"
"Even if he can turn invisible, wouldn't he fall and smash himself to death if he stopped using his flight technique?"
Rumble!
Suddenly, an immense, deep rumbling reverberated throughout the space.
Only then did the many spectators, and even the top martial artists on the battlefield, belatedly discover-
At some unknown point, howling winds had filled the ten-thousand-zhang space, roaring thunderously. Countless air currents swirled to and fro, churning the sky into waves of air visible to the naked eye.
And somewhere no one could see:
Whoosh!
Maintaining [Standing Upright Without a Shadow] to keep himself invisible, Chen Qingyu traveled entirely on the wind, hiding amid the fierce winds filling the sky and constantly shifting his position.
He no longer soared on clouds and rode the mist, but danced with the wind.
Though the wind-controlling art of [Summoning Wind and Rain] lacks the speed and agility of [Soaring on Clouds and Riding the Mist], it can completely conceal my tracks.
Incarnated as a fierce wind, he flew high through the sky, looking down at the many top martial artists scurrying like headless flies below as they tried to find him. The corners of his mouth rose slightly:
"Come and welcome the natural disaster!"
With a shift of his thoughts:
Vast quantities of True Qi surged out, pushing the might of [Summoning Wind and Rain] to its limit!
The air rapidly condensed, dark clouds spread across the sky, and the surrounding temperature plummeted in an instant-
Within just a few breaths, crystalline snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.
"What?!"
One martial artist lowered his bow and instinctively caught a snowflake, his expression bewildered:
"It's snowing?"