Crimson Dragon Crosses the River, Heart of Invincibility

When Chi Yan's arrogant voice resounded throughout the arena, the first to react were the disciples of Storm Mountain and Purple Thunder Sect.

They looked at this "challenger" who was only at the Golden Core Perfection, their faces showing disbelief, confusion, and amusement.

"Who is this guy? Is he out of his mind?"

"Golden Core Nascent Soul cultivator? And challenging the just-victorious Young Master Feng? Isn't that just courting death?"

"Probably another rogue cultivator who's desperate for fame!"

However, not everyone is so short-sighted.

On the seats in the Exquisite Grotto-Heaven, the elder of the Lin Family, who had transformed into a Nascent Soul Formation, lingered for a moment on the crimson armor on Chi Yan's body, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"This armor... has a strange aura; it doesn't seem to belong to this world."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyao couldn't help but glance at Chi Yan a few more times.

She recalled certain legends recorded in her family's ancient books, and a subtle hint of seriousness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

On the Water and Fire Sect's side, Shui Qingrou and Shui Yan'er also frowned slightly.

"Mother, this person... his aura is so strong!" Shui Yan'er whispered, "He feels like... a humanoid Ferocious Beast!"

Shui Qingrou, a faint sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

[This person doesn't seem to have any good intentions...]

Li Hanyi, the Palace Master of the Love Palace, maintained her calm demeanor, but her all-seeing eyes had already quietly locked onto the silent woman in the red dress who stood behind the flying boat.

That woman... is the real threat.

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, on the arena...

Feng Wuhen looked at him with utter contempt. He didn't even bother to look at the other person directly, simply waving his hand casually as if shooing away a fly.

"You?"

"A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to challenge this young master? Truly... courting death!"

As the young master of Storm Mountain, he had already broken through to the Nascent Soul, so why would he take a Golden Core cultivator seriously?

However, Chi Yan merely grinned, a smile that carried a chilling... wildness!

How will you know if you don't try?

"Hmph! Since you're courting death, then this young master will grant your wish!"

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, his figure blurred, and he appeared in front of Chi Yan, striking out with a palm!

The power of the Nascent Soul erupted with a thunderous roar!

Everyone present thought that this would be a one-sided crushing defeat.

However, the next moment, something happened that left them speechless!

"Boom--!"

Instead of dodging, Chi Yan advanced and threw a punch as well!

This punch contained no fancy techniques, only the purest... physical strength!

When their fists and palms collided, they produced a deafening clang, like metal striking metal!

Feng Wuhen felt an overwhelming, terrifying Mighty Strength strike him, and he was forced to take several steps back!

Chi Yan, however, only swayed slightly before regaining his balance!

"What?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"Golden Core Nascent Soul directly confronting a Nascent Soul cultivator?! And... even gaining the upper hand?!"

"This... how is this possible?!"

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

Feng Wuhen's face was also ashen. He never expected that he would suffer a loss at the hands of a Golden Core cultivator!

"That's interesting!"

Chi Yan twisted his neck, making a series of crackling sounds, his eyes burning with fighting spirit!

"Again!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle!

Chi Yan's physical body was extremely powerful; every punch and kick seemed to contain earth-shattering power!

Although Feng Wuhen had a higher cultivation level, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under Chi Yan's storm-like attacks!

"Damn it! Where did this monster come from?!"

Feng Wuhen grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed!

His prized spiritual techniques, when used on his opponent, could only leave a few Qianqian white marks!

And the opponent's fist, even a mere glancing blow, would result in broken bones and torn tendons!

"Defeat him!"

Chi Yan roared and suddenly changed his attack!

[Earth-Grade Divine Ability - Crimson Dragon Tyrant Fist]!

A crimson dragon phantom appeared above his fist, carrying terrifying heat that could incinerate everything, and slammed into Feng Wuhen's chest!

"Puff--!"

Feng Wuhen was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was blasted away like a broken sack, crashing heavily off the stage, his fate unknown!

Dead silence!

The entire venue was deathly silent!

Everyone stared at Chi Yan on the stage as if he were a monster, not daring to breathe!

"Earth-level... Earth-Grade Divine Ability?!"

"He mastered Earth-Grade Divine Ability at the Golden Core Stage?! What... what kind of monstrous talent is this?!"

The elder of the Lin Family suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!

"As expected! They're from the Crimson Realm! That's... the unique skill of the ' Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace '!"

"Who else?!"

Chi Yan surveyed the entire arena, his voice booming like a bell, exuding an aura of dominance!

He came here with only one purpose—to become invincible!

This is how one tempers their Dao heart and forges that legendary... invincible heart!

He is the current Holy Son of the Crimson Realm Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace, a supreme power in the Crimson Realm!

Although his cultivation level was only at the Golden Core Perfection stage, his physical strength had already surpassed that of ordinary Nascent Soul!

"Arrogant!"

An elder of the Purple Thunder Sect in the Mid Nascent Soul the Nascent Soul realm finally couldn't hold back any longer!

"Boy! Don't be so arrogant! Let this old man teach you a lesson!"

However, the result was the same!

Faced with that terrifying physical body and domineering Divine Ability, even Mid Nascent Soul would be utterly helpless!

In just ten moves, the elder of the Purple Thunder Sect was beaten until he coughed up blood and staggered back, admitting defeat in a sorry state!

This completely humiliated Storm Mountain and the Purple Thunder Sect!

Feng Xiaotian's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water!

He, a Lower Realm branch of a supreme power, was actually trampled underfoot by a mere Golden Core cultivator from outside the world, right in front of all the heroes!

"Outrageous! Outrageous!"

He could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart!

"All elders, listen to my command! Seize this madman!"

"Yes!"

Several elders at the Late-Stage Nascent Soul joined forces to surround and kill Chi Yan on the spot!

At this critical moment!

"Snort!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's ears!

The woman in the red dress, who had been standing behind the flying boat without saying a word, slowly raised her head.

A vast and boundless, terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of a Nascent Soul Formation, descended with a deafening roar!

Void Refinement!

"Who dares to touch him?!"

Under this oppressive force, those Nascent Soul elders who were originally so aggressive instantly trembled like quails, not daring to move an inch!

Feng Xiaotian was also horrified, cold sweat pouring down his face!

[A Void Refinement expert?!]

[This... how is this possible?!]

Just then, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky!

An elderly man dressed in Storm Mountain attire, whose aura was equally unfathomable, slowly emerged from within!

It was none other than the envoy from the Upper Realm of Storm Mountain —a powerful expert at the Void Refinement Realm!

"Fellow Daoist," he said, looking at the woman in the red dress with a solemn expression, "This is, after all, my Storm Mountain territory. Isn't your disciple's behavior a bit too much?"

The woman in the red dress glanced at him indifferently, but said nothing.

But that confrontational spirit did not diminish in the slightest!

The two remained locked in a standoff for a long time, until finally, the Storm Mountain Messenger broke the silence.

"That's enough."

He waved his hand, stopping Feng Xiaotian and the others who wanted to continue their attack.

"Since it's just a sparring match between juniors, a loss is a loss. Storm Mountain can afford to lose!"

"This magical artifact is yours!"

Having said that, he casually tossed the [Primordial Umbrella] into Chi Yan's hands.

Chi Yan took the magic weapon, didn't even glance at it, and casually tossed it into his storage ring.

"Boring."

He shook his head, his face filled with disappointment.

"These are the so-called Immortal-Abandoned Continent? They're too weak!"

"It seems there are no more worthy opponents in Storm Mountain that I need to take on."

He turned and returned to the flying boat.

"Let's go, to the next place!"

"I will conquer every holy land in this Immortal-Abandoned Continent!"

"Until... there are no more rivals!"

As the airship soared into the sky, it left behind only a devastated Storm Mountain and a group of bewildered people.

Their feelings had shifted from fear to... numbness.

Is this... the true strength of the powers from the Upper Realm?

[In their eyes, these so-called holy sites of ours are probably nothing more than ants...]

Watching the departing spaceship, everyone felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

However, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Dongfang Yueming's eyes.

[Crimson Realm... Body Cultivation...]

[That's interesting.]

[Perhaps I will have to learn my Martial Dao arts techniques from them.]