The Body Sect makes its first mark

"The next knockout stage."

In the center of the arena, the referee glanced at the sign, a strange look flashing in his eyes. "Body Sect versus... Snow Spirit Sect!"

The latter was an obscure little sect, but the former... was truly terrifying. The reputation of the Body Sect was known to any Soul Master with a bit of experience; those guys were a bunch of ruthless and insane individuals who did things without any regard for the consequences.

Their Sun Moon Empire had learned a lesson half a year ago. The old emperor was so angry that he fell ill and died. It was all the fault of these guys.

But what's even stranger is that these guys actually showed up in Mingdu, the home base of the Sun Moon Empire, to compete.

He looked at it suspiciously several times before he was sure that it was indeed the Body Sect, after all, no one would dare to impersonate the latter's name.

"..."

The scene fell into a deathly silence at first, then became lively again.

With Lu Cheng's Body Sect now in power, what is its current state?

The elimination rounds were set up as a team competition, and the Snow Spirit Sect team walked onto the stage tremblingly. Everyone knew that these guys were strong and unreasonable, but there was no other way but to give it a try.

They didn't even make it through the knockout stage and were sent back; it's really embarrassing.

Long Aotian turned to Lu Cheng for his opinion.

Lu Cheng glanced around and saw that the strongest member of the Snow Spirit Sect was only at the peak of the One Soul Ancestor Sect. The team, which didn't even have Soul King, was indeed quite weak among the many teams that were now full of hidden talents.

"Wang Yanfeng, finish this quickly."

Lu Cheng spoke calmly.

"Here you go! Young Sect Master, just watch!" A tall young man chuckled, bent his knees slightly, and landed on the arena in an instant, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Many of the other disciples of the Body Sect around them were somewhat disappointed.

"Wang Yanfeng, you're so lucky!" another young man with slightly thicker calves laughed and cursed.

"As long as the young sect leader is willing, I'll even warm his bed for him. What are you yelling about, you piece of trash?" Wang Yanfeng swore, grinning as he turned back to exchange insults with Chen Feng.

The situation was slightly awkward.

Within the team, Vina covered her face, regretting that she should have given prior instructions; this was incredibly embarrassing.

Lu Cheng frowned slightly and glanced at Wang Yanfeng below the stage.

The surrounding main force of the Body Sect immediately fell silent.

Don't let Lu Cheng's usual cheerful demeanor fool you; his strength and status speak for themselves. Everyone in the Body Sect holds him in the highest esteem, and even the younger generation feels a touch of fear towards him.

Lu Cheng's expression changed, and no one dared to joke anymore.

The latter suddenly felt a murderous aura sweep over him, his eyes twitched wildly, and he hurriedly looked at the referee. "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and declare the start of the match!"

The referee was speechless, his eye twitching slightly. "As expected of the Body Sect."

It conforms to stereotypes.

Arrogant and conceited, he dared to take on seven opponents single-handedly, and...

He raised his hand to declare the start of the match.

Wang Yanfeng grinned, and the seven members of the Snow Spirit Sect opposite him instantly felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on them. Wang Yanfeng's figure grew taller and taller, and the six Soul Ring under his feet shone brightly.

Two yellow, two purple, two black.

Peak Soul Emperor!

"Are you going to get down here yourselves, or am I going to carry you down?" Wang Yanfeng crossed his arms and looked down indifferently at the seven people opposite him, his heavy hands gleaming with a pale blue light.

"Gurgle~"

The Snow Spirit Sect captain's throat bobbed, his face paled, but he gritted his teeth and still snorted coldly, "Brothers, the other side doesn't even consider us human. Seven against one, and we still have our fusion technique, so it might not be a bad idea!"

"Form ranks!!"

After saying that, the seven of them instantly condensed a dense power of ice around them, forming a snowflake-like array on the ground. Countless ice spikes slowly condensed within the array, their sharp points pointing directly at Wang Yanfeng.

"Kill!!!"

The captain roared, and the seven of them, with their twenty-eight Soul Ring flashing, indeed overwhelmed Wang Yanfeng in terms of momentum.

But... in battles between Soul Master, numbers are never the deciding factor.

"Heh." Wang Yanfeng sneered, his palms growing even greener, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the people below and the countless ice spikes hurtling towards him.

Slowly press down with one palm.

In the sky, a giant palm phantom slowly condensed, sweeping across and crushing the countless seemingly sharp ice spikes into dust, before finally pressing it down.

"Pfft~"

All seven people coughed up blood and were thrown away by the shockwave.

He rolled over and fell off the stage.

The Snow Spirit Sect's accompanying teacher rushed forward to provide aid, but dared not even look up at the lofty figure above, for even he himself was not necessarily a match for him.

The Body Sect indeed as domineering and tyrannical as rumored, its strength is unreasonable...

Wang Yanfeng said proudly, "Referee, announce the result."

"The Body Sect... wins."

The referee glanced at Wang Yanfeng with apprehension, then at the Body Sect Team's rest area. Although he was a citizen of the Sun Moon Empire and instinctively disliked these guys, their combat strength... was probably more than one level above that of the Evil Soul Master.

Can the Sun Moon Empire Royal Team truly recapture the glory of five years ago?

Even he felt a slight wavering.

The entire arena fell silent, then gradually erupted in cheers from the Body Sect. People always admire the strong, and even if there are unpleasant things between the two sides, it doesn't stop the commoners from cheering and encouraging each other.

Of course, some gamblers were also mixed in.

When Wang Yanfeng returned, he hung his head and dared not say much. He should have said that his sister had warmed the young sect leader's bed.

Lu Cheng glanced at his disciples.

Apart from the refined and elegant Vina and Long Aotian, who was raised as the heir since childhood, the rest are a group of rough and unrefined men.

But dare to joke about him...

Do you think he's easy to talk to?

"Are you proud?" Lu Cheng glanced at him indifferently.

"No, no..." Wang Yanfeng trembled with fear.

"Let's spar tomorrow. Coincidentally, I'm itching to get my hands dirty..." Lu Cheng said calmly.

Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with pity for Wang Yanfeng. Good heavens, he's probably in for a rough time. Why did you have to tease the young sect leader for no reason?

Do you really think someone who's always laughing and joking has a good temper?

This one, who seems the most amiable and gentle, like a refined gentleman, is actually the most cunning and wicked.

Nonsense, what kind of decent person would negotiate with the Emperor of the Sun Moon standing on his head in front of Kong Deming?

Even a group of fearless geniuses felt their scalps tingle when they saw Lu Cheng.

"Roll."

Lu Cheng said softly, his gaze still fixed on the arena.

"Well..."

Wang Yanfeng hung his head and joined the back of the line.

This scene was also keenly observed by many people.

"Just how strong has this kid become?" Xuan Zi was seething with hatred, yet he had to maintain a cautious expression.

"I'm afraid he could sweep through the entire Body Sect Team just like Wang Yanfeng swept through the Snow Spirit Sect..." Xian Lin'er took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression.