Heavenly Prodigies Clash, Visitors from the Crimson Realm

"Since everyone is so polite, then this young master will start by offering a preliminary suggestion!"

Feng Wuhen leaped into the air and landed steadily in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the entire audience with disdain.

"I would be honored to learn a few moves from Young Master Feng!"

A young man dressed in white, whose aura had reached the Golden Core Perfection, stepped out from the seats of the "Heavenly Sword Sect" and flew onto the stage.

"Please!"

Feng Wuhen simply smiled faintly, without even drawing his weapon.

The battle begins!

The white-clad youth's sword flashed like a rainbow, each strike aimed straight for the vital points!

However, Feng Wuhen moved with ease, his feet flashing with light as he effortlessly dodged all the attacks.

"Too slow."

He shook his head and casually struck out with his palm!

"Bang!"

The young man in white felt an Mighty Strength strike him, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily off the stage!

"Thank you for your kind offer."

Feng Wuhen dusted off his sleeves, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Good!"

"Young Master Feng is mighty!"

Below the stage, the disciples of Storm Mountain erupted in deafening cheers.

In the following matches, although several geniuses from first-tier forces took to the stage to challenge, without exception, they all suffered crushing defeats!

After all, the gap between the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul is simply too vast!

"Hmph! How arrogant!"

Shui Yan'er looked at the arrogant Feng Wuhen on the stage and gritted her teeth in anger, "Mother! Let me go and teach him a lesson!"

"Nonsense!" Shui Qingrou scolded softly, "Given our current status, it's not appropriate for us to stick our necks out."

Qin Rushuang, standing to the side, gently tugged at Dongfang Yueming's sleeve and whispered, "Although Feng Wuhen is arrogant, he is, after all, on Storm Mountain's territory. Let's... just wait and see."

Dongfang Yueming nodded, his expression remaining calm.

After all, he didn't quite meet the requirements for the competition, since his lowest cultivation level was the Nascent Soul Perfection stage.

Just then!

"Purple Thunder Sect Lei Dong, please enlighten me!"

A burly figure, his body Entanglement with purple lightning, crashed onto the arena!

Early Nascent Soul!

"It's Lei Dong! A genius that the Purple Thunder Sect sees only once in a century!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

This is a true clash of titans!

A hint of seriousness flashed in Feng Wuhen's eyes, but more than that, there was excitement!

"Good! Well done!"

Let's begin!

"Boom--!!!"

Thunder and wind raged, and spiritual energy surged!

The battle between the two was so fierce that it was truly earth-shattering!

Feng Wuhen's movements were unpredictable and ghostly; Lei Dong were wide and powerful, each punch carrying earth-shattering thunderous force!

"This Lei Dong... does have some skill."

Even Shui Yan'er, who had always disliked Feng Wuhen, had to admit that the two of them were indeed quite strong.

The battle has reached its climax!

At the critical moment, a glint One Flash in Feng Wuhen's eyes, and he suddenly unleashed a secret technique he had never seen before!

"Wind Shadow Kill!"

Countless wind blades hurtled towards Lei Dong from all directions, attempting to kill him!

Lei Dong was unable to dodge in time, and the protective lightning shattered instantly, blasting him off the stage!

"Feng Wuhen wins!"

"Roar--!"

The cheers from the entire stadium were deafening!

Feng Xiaotian stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his face glowing red!

"Good! You truly are my son!"

Although the sect leader of the Purple Thunder Sect was somewhat disappointed, he could only smile and offer a few words of comfort to Lei Dong.

On the stage, Feng Wuhen basked in the glory of victory, but his gaze swept past the crowd and landed squarely on the seats of the Love Palace.

He looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in red, a hint of smugness and possessiveness flashing in his eyes.

[Did you see that? The Fairy of Hongxiu!]

This is my true strength!

Only a genius like me is worthy of you!

However, Li Hongxiu's gaze never left the figure in green in that corner.

She paid no attention to Feng Wuhen, who was enjoying great success on stage; her mind was filled with the man's every move.

Li Qingyue saw this and was very anxious.

Sister... if you keep going like this, something bad will happen sooner or later!

Li Hanyi, sitting in the main seat, looked at Feng Wuhen's smug expression, but a different thought arose in her heart.

[This young man possesses exceptional talent, and with Storm Mountain as his backing... perhaps it would be a good choice to have Hongxiu become his Daoist partner.]

[At least, it can provide the Love Palace with a powerful ally.]

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian nodded in satisfaction and was about to announce the result, bestowing the [Primordial Umbrella] upon his son.

Feng Wuhen suddenly turned his head and looked at Dongfang Yueming with a defiant gaze!

"What? Aren't some people supposed to be very arrogant?"

"Why are you silent now? Are you scared?!"

All eyes in the room instantly turned to him!

Qin Rushuang's expression changed, and she quickly grabbed Dongfang Yueming's hand, afraid that he would act impulsively.

Lin Qingyao also shook her head slightly, sighing inwardly.

[Being targeted by Feng Wuhen... he's probably in trouble now.]

Li Hongxiu and Shui Yan'er were so nervous that their palms were sweating!

However, Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at Feng Wuhen indifferently, without even the slightest anger in his eyes, only a hint of... mockery as if looking at an idiot.

Just when the tension was about to reach its peak!

"Boom--!"

A deafening roar came from the sky!

A massive, crimson-red flying ship, radiating a violent aura, pierced through the clouds and crashed down!

Who goes there?!

The entire audience was shocked!

Feng Xiaotian abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with vigilance!

He invited all the powerful figures he needed to!

Who is this sudden, mysterious figure?!

Three figures slowly emerged from the flying boat.

Leading them were a man and a woman, both clad in crimson armor, exuding a ferocious aura. Their power was in no way inferior to that of the Nascent Soul experts present!

Behind them followed a woman in a red dress, with stunningly beautiful features, yet exuding an aura of coldness that kept strangers at bay.

She didn't exude any powerful aura; she was just like an ordinary mortal.

But Dongfang Yueming's pupils suddenly contracted!

Something's not right!

[This woman... gives me a feeling that's a hundred times more terrifying than that previous Soul Formation Master!]

[Void Refinement?!]

The woman in the red dress seemed to sense something as well; her indifferent eyes instantly pierced through the crowd and landed on Dongfang Yueming!

[Um?]

[This person... the aura emanating from them is extremely strange!]

[It should be primarily based on Qi, so why... does it bear the shadow of my Crimson Realm's body cultivation?]

"Who goes there?!" Feng Xiaotian demanded in a deep voice.

The man in red armor who was in the lead completely ignored him.

He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on Feng Wuhen on the arena, his voice booming like thunder!

"I am Chi Yan, and I have Golden Core Perfection!"

"I heard there are fourth-tier magic treasures as prizes here?"

"I don't know..."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

"... May I take on this challenge?!"