Ling Fei, who had an Earth Division ranking, was easily defeated by Song Xuanzhou, bringing shock far greater than instantly defeating two Lily Saint Sect disciples.
Therefore, martial artists from all factions were immediately dumbfounded!
What was even more outrageous—
That guy who had fought three matches wasn’t even breathing hard, clearly hadn’t gotten serious yet!
Could this Ancient Myriad Sect disciple who looked like he only had fifth or sixth-rank cultivation have already become strong enough to battle Wuwang?
The Imperial Sword Saint Sect elder’s brow furrowed tightly.
His own sect’s disciple had his technique broken, then had a sword placed at his throat, defeated so quickly!
Unacceptable, intolerable!
“Fang Qingye.”
The Imperial Sword Saint Sect elder said in a deep voice: “Go ou—”
“Elder Shi.”
Cheng Huixin stopped him: “He came to challenge my Lily Saint Sect. Please have your sect observe from the side.”
“Makes no difference.”
Jun Changxiao shrugged with an extremely punchable expression and said: “Today, my Ancient Myriad Sect came to Donghao Province and welcomes disciples from all factions to come challenge us anytime!”
Imperial Sword Saint Sect people could count toward the epic quest, so what about disciples from factions in the same province?
A bit… anticipatory!
“This guy is truly arrogant!”
“Does he think there’s no one in our Donghao Province?”
“This is intolerable!”
Martial artists from various Donghao Province factions were instantly enraged. If they weren’t at Lily Saint Sect, they probably would have sent out excellent disciples to battle already!
The corner of Mu Changhong’s mouth twitched.
Sect Master Jun, we came to challenge Lily Saint Sect, not to challenge the entire Donghao Province!
As long as he could exceed the epic quest quota, Jun Changxiao truly dared to declare war on the entire province!
“Sect Master Jun.”
Cheng Huixin raised her hand and said indifferently: “Your sect’s disciples are formidably strong. My sect must also take this seriously now.”
“Swish!”
A graceful figure flew over from the distance, landing lightly on the martial arts stage.
It was a beautiful woman around twenty years old, with black hair cascading down her back, looking extremely spirited.
“Jiang Qingyu!”
“A personal disciple!”
“Lily Saint Sect is finally getting serious!”
“That guy will definitely lose!”
Donghao Province martial artists immediately grew excited!
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Elder Cheng, you should have been serious from the start. That’s when it gets interesting.”
“Xuanzhou.”
“Have a proper fight with her, don’t hold back anymore.”
The corners of everyone’s mouths twitched.
Holding back to the point of consecutively defeating three disciples from second-rate sects with good aptitude—if he got serious, how could anyone fight?
The Sect Master wanted him to let loose?
Song Xuanzhou shook his head and said: “Miss, please.”
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyu interlaced both hands, and her entire body immediately burst forth with momentum like mountains calling and seas roaring!
“Wuwang!”
“This personal disciple is Wuwang!”
Martial artists from all factions exclaimed.
Just a disciple had already reached the King level—truly worthy of being a second-rate sect with deep foundations!
Sneers appeared at the corners of Donghao Province martial artists’ mouths.
Kid.
Still showing off?
Whoosh whoosh—
Jiang Qingyu moved both hands, and the permeating momentum rapidly condensed in midair into a materialized palm print that pressed down toward Song Xuanzhou!
The King-level comprehension of heaven and earth attributes was clearly stronger than the Sovereign level, so when she executed this palm technique-like martial skill, it immediately made many young juniors stuck at the Wuzong level envious.
“Mountain Collapse Earth-Shattering Fist!”
Song Xuanzhou strode forward, both fists fiercely swinging through the void, forming densely packed fist prints that directly met the descending large palm!
“Tch.”
The crowd looked on with disdain.
Undeniably, the fist technique this guy executed was quite good, but contending with a Wuwang was nothing but throwing an egg against a rock!
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly, thunderous sounds rang out.
They only saw those fist prints carrying mountain-collapsing earth-shattering might thoroughly bombard the descending large palm, then instantly produce cracks one after another!
The smiles of the observing martial artists immediately froze.
“Break!”
Just then, Song Xuanzhou stomped on the ground, his right fist immediately enveloped in flames as he executed Mountain Collapse Earth-Shattering Fist again!
That guy was a fire element martial cultivator!
Rumble—
Before the crowd could be shocked, Song Xuanzhou’s flame-enhanced fist directly shattered the struggling palm print!
“Pff!”
Jiang Qingyu violently retreated several steps, a mouthful of blood spraying out.
Swish!
Song Xuanzhou strode forward, his entire body immediately permeated with blazing flames as he said: “How can the light of fireflies compete with the brilliance of the bright moon!”
Boom!
Boom!
The blazing flames instantly transformed into fire fists, madly bombarding!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Jiang Qingyu retreated continuously, directly retreating outside the martial arts stage, then could no longer support herself, collapsing to the ground with a deathly pale face.
Whoosh whoosh—
The flames permeating his body gradually retracted inward. Song Xuanzhou stood proudly, cupping his fists: “I concede!”
Even if his opponent was a woman, he wouldn’t show mercy.
“Ding! Defeated Lily Saint Sect disciples ×3!”
…
Outside the martial arts stage, complete silence.
Donghao Province martial artists all widened their eyes.
Lily Saint Sect had sent out a personal disciple who had reached Wuwang cultivation, yet still lost, lost so thoroughly!
In that moment.
Their faces felt as if they’d been viciously slapped dozens of times, bringing a burning painful sensation.
The powerful experts tightly furrowed their brows.
This Ancient Myriad Sect disciple being a fire element martial cultivator surprised them, but his aura when attacking was still at the Sovereign level—how could he possibly beat a Wuwang so badly they had no ability to fight back!
Honestly speaking.
Even without using Wuwang-level strength, Song Xuanzhou could still defeat a beginning-rank Wuwang like Jiang Qingyu.
Because in terms of aptitude, physical body, and spiritual energy, he had absolute suppression.
“Elder Cheng.”
Jun Changxiao said indifferently: “Your sect’s personal disciples are only so-so.”
At this moment.
He had the qualifications to be arrogant!
“Crack!”
Cheng Huixin clenched both fists tightly.
From the beginning until now, Ancient Myriad Sect hadn’t changed to a second disciple, yet their side had consecutively lost three people, including one Wuwang—this was truly unacceptable.
“Sect Master.”
Song Xuanzhou said: “I’m a bit tired.”
Having shown off in four consecutive matches himself, he felt a bit embarrassed.
“Sect Master.”
Li Shangtian said: “May I fight?”
“Go ahead.”
“Yes!”
Li Shangtian ascended the martial arts stage, replacing Song Xuanzhou, then swept his gaze over the Lily Saint Sect disciples and hooked his finger: “Ladies, come at me.”
This gesture, this tone—truly despicable!
“Elder!”
A Lily Saint Sect disciple said, unable to tolerate it: “This disciple requests to battle!”
“Go ahead.” Cheng Huixin said.
In her view, this newly appeared Ancient Myriad Sect disciple’s aura seemed much weaker than Song Xuanzhou’s, so his strength shouldn’t be too high.
…
On the martial arts stage, the two reported their names to each other.
Swish!
Li Shangtian didn’t believe ladies had priority to attack first, so he used Cloud-Stepping Steps to charge forward, giving his opponent no opportunity as he executed Mountain Collapse Earth-Shattering Fist.
Boom!
Boom!
Spiritual energy spread, disturbing the martial arts stage.
“Thud!”
Before long, the Lily Saint Sect disciple who had entered battle was sent flying.
“I concede.”
Li Shangtian grinned—that expression looked increasingly punchable.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao shrugged: “Elder Cheng, your sect’s inner disciples are truly too weak.”
Cheng Huixin was so angry both hands were trembling.
“How about this—let’s change the rules.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Each of my sect’s disciples will fight ten matches against ten of your sect’s disciples. If they lose even one match, it counts as losing one round. How about that?”