Buzz!
Lu Zhiyi's aura suddenly surged.
Five-colored light surged from his body and condensed into five rotating orbs of light around him.
Green, red, yellow, white, and black correspond to the five elements: wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, respectively.
Five orbs of light slowly rotated around him, pulling each other behind him and transforming into a huge phantom.
It was a gigantic Dharma image, its entire body enveloped in a five-colored halo.
The Five Elements Wheel a cycle of mutual generation and restraint.
Lu Zhiyi's voice echoed across the wasteland, carrying a confident air of certainty.
"I originally intended to save this move for a Heavenly-level seed. However, you are worthy of my using it ahead of time."
The earth trembled, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if an unparalleled deity had appeared in the world.
Han Xuanji stood not far away, his robes fluttering wildly in the face of this aura, but his body remained perfectly still.
Han Xuanji looked at the tall, illusory image of the Dharma, his expression remaining calm.
This display of power was indeed impressive, but in his eyes, this level of application of the Five Elements was nothing more than child's play.
If he wanted to, he could have easily defeated his opponent in one move long ago.
He simply wanted to see just how strong the prodigies from the outside world really were.
Looking at it now...
It seems... not worth mentioning.
Han Xuanji had a thought, and raised his right hand, palm facing up.
A pale golden light gathered in his palm.
An overwhelmingly domineering aura suddenly erupted from his body.
The aura was so powerful that it made the enormous figure in the sky tremble.
Almost instantly, Lu Zhiyi sensed a deadly threat.
Before he could react...
Han Xuanji looked up at the other person, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever.
He clenched his fists, moving at his maximum speed, leaving only an afterimage in the void before his true form appeared directly in front of Lu Zhiyi.
Because the rules of spacetime were not bound by external forces, his figure left no trace in the air.
Lu Zhiyi felt a chilling killing intent completely seal off his movements, blocking all his escape routes.
He didn't have time to think, and covered his chest with his hands.
The enormous Five Elements Dharma Manifestation also made a protective gesture towards its master.
However, Han Xuanji showed no hesitation whatsoever.
A punch was thrown.
Creation Divine Fist.
The next second.
The Five Elements Dharma Manifestation's defense met Han Xuanji's fist, and a dazzling light shone forth, seemingly trying to block the attack.
But it only lasted a few breaths.
The Five Elements Dharma Manifestation collapsed instantly, like a snow mountain avalanche, except that what fell was bursts of light.
puff!
Lu Zhiyi trembled all over, looked down at the fist mark on his chest, then slowly looked up at Han Xuanji's calm eyes.
Those beautiful eyes held neither the joy of victory nor the intent to kill; they were as calm as still water.
It was as if he had simply stepped on and killed an ant on the roadside.
It was this casualness that made Lu Zhiyi feel extremely ashamed.
"You..."
Before he could finish speaking, fragments of the Five Elements Dharma Manifestation scattered in the void like snowflakes. Lu Zhiyi's defense, which had accumulated his life's cultivation, crumbled like a paper lantern under Han Xuanji's punch, utterly vulnerable.
Han Xuanji withdrew his fist; he did not continue his attack because there was no longer any need to.
Lu Zhiyi stood there, trembling all over. He looked down at the fist mark on his chest, then slowly looked up at Han Xuanji's calm eyes.
"You..."
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but before he could utter a word, a violent force exploded within him.
That was the Xuan Power of Mystic Heaven Han Xuanji had injected into his body. He had been forcibly suppressing it earlier, but now it could no longer be held back and surged into his limbs and bones like water bursting its banks.
That force was far too tyrannical and unreasonable; he had never seen anything like it before.
His supposedly invincible Five Elements Dao Principle was utterly vulnerable before it, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, collapsing at the first touch.
The meridians are breaking inch by inch.
Lu Zhiyi let out a roar, a sound filled with pain and a deep sense of powerlessness.
He wanted to gather a little more spiritual power, to hold on for just one more breath, but his body no longer obeyed his commands.
The next instant, a white light enveloped him.
The rules of the Heaven-Responding Mirror are now in effect.
When a player's injury reaches a life-threatening level, they will be automatically teleported away.
The white light dissipated.
Lu Zhiyi's figure disappeared into the mirror world.
The wasteland returned to tranquility, leaving only Han Xuanji alone.
He stood at the edge of the pit, his robes fluttering slightly, his expression unchanged.
It was as if the battle just now was merely a warm-up.
Outside, in the stands.
Wang Ping suddenly sprang to his feet, his fists flailing wildly, his expression shifting from tension to ecstatic joy in a breathtakingly rapid manner.
"He won! Brother Han won! One punch!"
His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire stands, drawing the attention of the Thousand Souls City cultivators around him. Some cheered along, while others wore complex expressions.
Hun Qianling also stood up, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
"One punch... He only used one punch."
Hun Jiuge murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.
Han Xuanji's swift resolution of the battle was witnessed by many cultivators from Thousand Souls City.
After all, this speed is probably even faster than the attacks of those Heavenly-level seeds.
"What kind of boxing style is that? It looks familiar."
"Who cares about their fighting style, we won anyway!"
"Haha, are the people of Azure Moon City really that weak?"
Laughter and chatter mingled together, bringing the atmosphere in the stands to a climax.
The cultivators of Thousand Souls City had been feeling suffocated by the arrogance of the outside geniuses these past few days, and now they finally found an outlet for their frustration.
The cultivators from Azure Moon City and other major cities fell silent.
Their gazes fell on the light screen, on Han Xuanji, and their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.
Especially a young man in unusual clothes in the stands.
"Two encounters... no, strictly speaking, just one encounter."
Lu Zhiyi launched a surprise attack first, but missed.
Han Xuanji counterattacked, finishing with a single punch.
Ling Xuan muttered to himself.
A woman in purple standing next to him nodded and said:
" Lu Zhiyi is no nobody. Among the many Earth-level seeds, he can be considered one of the top. Logically speaking, he should be able to put up a fight against a Heaven-level seed, right?"
"Just who is this Han Xuanji?"
Qin Yong also became interested. He was a martial arts fanatic and always loved to fight against strong opponents. He often fought against experts like Ling Cang, and it was difficult to determine a winner between them unless it was a life-or-death battle.
"We used to say that the geniuses of Thousand Souls City weren't good enough for the state capital... Now it seems we misjudged them."
Qin Yong gave Han Xuanji high praise.
"Ah?"
Ling Xuan gasped.
He naturally didn't want to see this outcome, and could only pray that Han Xuanji would soon encounter a strong opponent and be eliminated.
On the high platform, Jiang Boyuan's expression was not good.
He sat upright behind the jade table, holding a teacup in his hand, but did not drink.
His gaze fell on the vanished name on the screen.
The subtle, almost imperceptible, glances around him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
In particular, he heard every word of the undisguised laughter and chatter of the cultivators from Thousand Souls City.
Jiang Boyuan took a deep breath, and his expression changed in an instant.
No one who lives to his age is an ordinary person.
It may be embarrassing, but if you can't even keep your temper in check, that would be a real joke.
Hun Qianxue sat next to him, a slight smile playing on her lips.
He didn't say anything sarcastic, but he also didn't try to hide his emotions.
He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and looked away from the light screen at Jiang Boyuan, his tone perfectly calm.
"Brother Jiang, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, there's no need to take it to heart."
This child has talent, but lacks experience. When faced with a truly formidable opponent, he panicked and failed to unleash his full potential.
Go back and hone your skills; you're sure to achieve great things in the future.