The deaths of the Boer Three Brothers had a profound impact on all the factions present at the scene.
The agreed-upon three-on-three Battle Heaven Pavilion sent only one person to perfectly kill the three Heaven-Devouring Flame Flood Dragon brothers under the Fire Clan's command.
If you look closely and analyze it carefully, you'll find that Zhu Xiaoming hasn't even used his full strength yet.
Even Yan Feng began to doubt whether the final, climactic force of the Turtle Field Clan could defeat the Battle Heaven Pavilion team members.
But before Yan Feng could think further, Sun Yuan suddenly spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts and back to reality.
"The first battle is over. Send out your players for the second battle."
Sun Yuan's initiative made Yan Feng feel extremely embarrassed. The Fire Clan to now being forced to fight back. Such a contrast made them lose all face today.
Now Yan Feng can only hope for the next two battles. Even if he only wins one, he can at least salvage the face he lost to the Battle Heaven Pavilion today.
" Yan Huo, it's your turn now."
At Yan Feng's slightly cold voice, ten burly men stepped forward from the Fire Clan's forces.
These ten people had no special features; their appearances were unremarkable and would be easily lost in a crowd.
But his three-meter height, his thighs as thick as buckets, and his bulging arm muscles exuded an absolute sense of power.
Yan Feng nodded slightly as he looked at the ten Third-Turn Samsara cultivators from the Volcanic Rock Turtle Clan, then turned to Lin Heng and asked, "Sect Master Lin Heng, may I ask if your chosen participants for this battle are also among those three thousand disciples?"
Lin Heng chuckled inwardly, thinking that this guy was probably up to some mischief again.
But when faced with absolute power, clever tricks are of little use.
"Good!"
Lin Heng gave a calm reply.
Yan Feng narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. "Since Pavilion Master Lin Heng trusts his disciples so much, then I wonder if Pavilion Master Lin Heng would dare to let me select ten people to participate in the battle?"
As soon as Yan Feng said this, many people around him cast disdainful glances at him.
You get to choose your own people, but you get to choose the people from the Battle Heaven Pavilion? You're getting all the benefits?
" Yan Feng, why don't you go to the Battle Heaven Pavilion in the Ninefold Heaven to choose?"
Xiao Wuyu made a sarcastic remark without giving him any face at all.
Almost all of the Battle Heaven Pavilion's elites were taken to the Eighth Heaven, and those who remained in the Ninefold Heaven were mostly Nirvana Realm disciples. Xiao Wuyu's words were naturally meant to humiliate Yan Feng.
Not only Xiao Wuyu, but many people on the Ascenders side also shouted sarcasm and ridicule at Yan Feng.
Even the other members of the Eight Great Imperial Clans looked at Yan Feng with slight dissatisfaction.
But Yan Feng ignored the murmurs around him. He knew that the higher-ups didn't care what happened during the process of doing something; all they cared about was the result.
Today, Yan Feng Yan Feng has already humiliated the Fire Clan at the hands of the Battle Heaven Pavilion. If he cannot even win a battle, he knows very well what punishment he will face when he returns to the clan.
Amidst the surrounding mockery, Yan Feng remained unfazed, looking at Lin Heng with a smile and saying, "Sect Master Lin Heng, do you lack confidence in your disciple?"
Lin Heng slightly curled his lip, bluntly pointing out the other party's little scheme. "Your attempt to provoke me is far too low-level."
Having his thoughts read aloud by Lin Heng, Yan Feng showed no sign of nervousness and continued to ask, "And what was the answer given by Pavilion Master Lin Heng?"
Lin Heng naturally had confidence in his disciples, but at this moment he handed the decision-making power to Ao Lie, turned around to look at Ao Lie, and nodded to him.
Ao Lie smiled and turned his gaze to Yan Feng: "Then I hope your luck will be better today."
Yan Feng didn't understand what Ao Lie meant by those words, but Ao Lie didn't seem inclined to explain. He simply stepped aside and gestured for Yan Feng to proceed.
Seeing that the other party had actually agreed to let him choose, Yan Feng instantly forgot about Ao Lie's strange words and scanned the three thousand disciples with his gaze and soul power.
"You, you, and you..."
In less than three minutes, Yan Feng selected ten disciples from the three thousand disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion.
The ten disciples looked at Ao Lie, and only after receiving their captain's permission did they step forward.
In truth, the ten people Yan Feng selected were simply chosen in a random order.
After all, the cultivation levels of the three thousand disciples were not much different, so it would be impossible to distinguish who was stronger or weaker.
In Yan Feng's view, teamwork is key in a ten-person battle.
Lin Heng's three thousand Samsara disciples have always been arranged in a hundred-person square formation since their appearance.
If that's the case, then each formation must be a unified whole. If we disrupt their formation and select ten people from different formations, how can they possibly coordinate?
Yan Feng saw right through Ao Lie's thoughts. He walked up to the ten team members who had stepped forward, his lips moving slightly as if he were giving them instructions, but no sound came out.
When Ao Lie's lips stopped moving, all ten team members bowed in unison.
Yan Feng had a bad feeling, but the die was cast. Seeing that the ten disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion had come out, Yan Feng could only nod to the ten members of the Volcanic Rock Turtle Clan.
The combatants from both sides arrived in the middle of the square, and the surrounding onlookers spontaneously retreated several kilometers.
The burly man leading the Volcanic Rock Turtle Clan Yan Huo, gave a perfunctory bow and said, "Please!"
Yan Huo's disdainful gaze revealed absolute confidence in his Volcanic Rock Turtle Clan.
The ten members of the Battle Heaven Pavilion team didn't hold back either. Seeing that the other side was ready, the ten of them spread out and summoned ten flying swords at the same time.
With their flying swords in hand, the aura of the ten members of the Battle Heaven Pavilion team surged dramatically, quickly reaching the peak of the Third-Turn Samsara Realm.
At that moment Zhang Xiaoniu, the leader of the squad standing at the very front, shouted in a loud voice, " The Six Harmonies Heavenly Gate Formation is for trapping, the Heavenly Wing Four Symbols Formation is for killing, attack!"
At Zhang Xiaoniu's shout, the ten people dispersed again, with four of them forming a formation in four directions.
The four disciples held the four flying swords high above their heads, and blood-red light burst forth from the tips of the swords, forming a blood-red space that trapped all ten members of the Volcanic Rock Turtle Clan within it.
The next second, four high-pitched cries resounded through the sky.
Looking up, above where the sword tips of the four disciples were pointing, the blood-red light actually transformed into the phantom images of four Spirit Beast.
A thousand-meter-long Azure Dragon roars angrily at the heavens.
The space trembled as the White Tiger, which was tens of feet tall, moved.
With its wingspan reaching hundreds of meters, the Vermilion Bird unfurled its wings, and crimson flames shot skyward from its body.
The Black Tortoise, as large as a mountain, lies in the air, its massive body seemingly about to fall at any moment, giving people a sense of mental pressure.
At the same time as the Heavenly Wing Four Symbols Formation was formed, six other disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion flew a thousand meters away and formed the Six Harmonies Heavenly Gate Formation in the direction of the six-pointed star.
The six directions converge, heaven and earth merge into one, and an invisible spatial barrier completely separates the inner and outer spaces.