“Strongest Eight-Year-Old Divine Ancestor ... ”
Tang Chuan was at the Transcendent Peak of cultivation, far surpassing Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu by two realms.
Moreover, he was an exceptionally gifted individual. The power unleashed by his sword strike was something that neither Wu Qiuyang nor Heng Yuzhu could contend with.
“Be careful!”
Wu Qiuyang shouted loudly, his Mid-Level Celestial Immortal aura suddenly erupting. At that moment, all the energy within him surged forth as he swung his sword to meet the Sword Light unleashed by Tang Chuan.
Heng Yuzhu reacted swiftly as well, exerting all his strength to strike with his sword, forming a combined attack with Wu Qiuyang's strike aimed directly ahead.
“Boom!”
A tremendous sound erupted as terrifying sword energy created a massive Gale, sending both Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu flying backward.
“Puff!”
Both Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu felt a sweetness in their throats and spat out mouthfuls of crimson blood, soaking their chests. They were on the verge of being thrown out of the Celestial Martial Arena.
However, at that moment, Tang Chuan suddenly appeared at the edge of the Celestial Martial Arena and struck out with his palm.
Instantly, a terrifying whirlwind erupted like raging waves, the force of his palm creating a storm that hurled Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu into the air.
They landed directly in the center of the Celestial Martial Arena.
“Come as you please, leave as you wish. What do you take me, Tang Chuan, for?” Tang Chuan retracted his hand into his sleeve and looked at the pale-faced Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu, who had blood at the corners of their mouths.
Gazing at Tang Chuan, both Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu turned even paler. Wu Qiuyang said, “Young Master Tang’s strength is unparalleled in history; he is truly invincible among those of the same realm. How could we mere Mid-Level Celestial Immortals possibly compare to Young Master Tang?”
"We, the siblings, still have some self-awareness, so we choose to withdraw from battle. We ask for your understanding, Young Master Tang."
Facing an opponent as formidable as Tang Chuan, Wu Qiuyang lowered his stance and spoke humbly, hoping to retreat unscathed.
However, Tang Chuan let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to the other powerful figures in the Celestial Martial Arena. He scoffed, "If everyone were to retreat like you two, wouldn't the world mock me, Tang Chuan, for winning without merit?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu's expressions darkened further.
They understood clearly that Tang Chuan had no intention of letting them off easily.
Even the other Mystic Immortal Realm experts in the Celestial Martial Arena looked solemn, their gazes fixed on the arrogant Tang Chuan with a hint of coldness.
"Since that's the case, let us fight!"
Wu Qiuyang was not one to shy away from battle; he simply recognized the vast gap between them and had initially chosen to retreat.
However, since Tang Chuan had spoken those words and there was no way back, they would fight!
Heng Yuzhu took a deep breath. Though he said nothing, his aura surged upward as he prepared to give it his all.
The other Mystic Immortal Realm experts exchanged glances and quickly formed an alliance, ready to join forces against Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan noticed their expressions but seemed unconcerned. He waved his hand casually and said, "Since you are all united in purpose, then come at me together!"
With a proud demeanor, Tang Chuan disregarded those present in the Celestial Martial Arena. As his voice fell, he drew his sword and launched an attack against the Mystic Immortal Realm experts.
"Kill!"
In the Celestial Martial Arena, aside from those who had been knocked out by Tang Chuan earlier, the remaining experts simultaneously struck out with their Heavenly Swords, unleashing their strongest attacks toward Tang Chuan.
In an instant, the Celestial Martial Arena was filled with various magical artifacts, creating a myriad of phenomena in the void.
Flying swords, known as Celestial Artifacts, erupted with dazzling Sword Light, as if tearing the heavens apart, enveloping Tang Chuan within their brilliance.
Outside the Celestial Martial Arena, countless powerful figures gazed at the arena above, their expressions slightly tense.
Several Mystic Immortal Realm experts, all at the Profound Immortal Late Stage or peak cultivation level, simultaneously unleashed their power, which was undeniably formidable.
Although Tang Chuan was renowned among the younger generation of Sword Cloud Star, whether he could withstand this onslaught remained uncertain in everyone's hearts. Thus, they looked toward the Celestial Martial Arena with great curiosity.
“Boom—!”
However, in the next moment, amidst a thunderous explosion, a brilliant Sword Light suddenly slashed out with overwhelming force.
Under this strike, countless Sword Lights instantly collapsed, transforming into a sea of sword energy that dissipated into nothingness.
Numerous Celestial Artifact treasures were sent flying backward by this single blow, scattering in all directions.
“Puff puff puff—!”
The sounds of spitting blood echoed one after another.
Above the Celestial Martial Arena, figures were sent flying back by this sword strike, blood spraying from their mouths in a gruesome display.
Some individuals were directly cleaved away and fell from the Celestial Martial Arena.
A few Transcendent Peak cultivators managed to withstand the blow due to their immense strength and did not fall off.
Yet they too were pushed to the edge of the Celestial Martial Arena, coughing up blood and turning pale. The look they cast toward Tang Chuan was filled with a deep-seated terror that penetrated their very souls.
They seemed unable to believe that despite being at the same Transcendent Peak in cultivation, the gap between them could be so vast.
However, there was no time to think further, as Tang Chuan's next strike came crashing down like thunder.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a deafening sound, blood sprayed across the Celestial Martial Arena. The few powerful figures at the Transcendent Peak were all blasted out of the arena, their fates unknown.
"Strong! As expected of Tang Chuan from the Tang family. Perhaps only Wenshan Zhensong from the Wenshan Family could rival him!"
"Indeed, aside from Wenshan Zhensong, there is likely no one at the Profound Immortal level who can match Tang Chuan."
As they watched Tang Chuan on the Celestial Martial Arena, dominating his opponents with such overwhelming force, the crowd below erupted in excitement, buzzing with discussions.
In this round of competition, Tang Chuan's performance was nothing short of extraordinary—unyielding and ruthless, giving his opponents no chance to breathe.
All his adversaries were sent flying with unmatched strength.
But...
At this moment, there were still two people remaining in the Celestial Martial Arena.
They were Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu, both Mid-Level Celestial Immortals.
After clearing everyone else from the arena, Tang Chuan's gaze held a hint of playful interest as he looked down at Ximen Piaopiao and Ye Fan.
Then he joked, "With everyone else cleared out, it seems we are left with just the three of us now. We can have some fun."
Upon hearing this, Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu exchanged glances with Tang Chuan, unable to suppress their slight change in expression.
"What does this mean?"
It seemed that Tang Chuan was intentionally targeting the two of them.
However, they didn't seem to have offended Tang Chuan at all!
There appeared to be no connection between them!
Suddenly, when Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu saw the gaze that Tang Chuan directed at Ye Fan and Ximen Piaopiao, they instantly understood.
It seemed that Tang Chuan's actions were not aimed at them.
Instead, it was... Ximen Piaopiao.
Under the Celestial Martial Arena, even Ye Fan and Ximen Piaopiao furrowed their brows simultaneously.
"It looks like Autumn Sun and Rain Bamboo are in trouble!" Ye Fan thought quietly to himself.
Although Ximen Piaopiao did not speak, her heart sank to an extreme at that moment. If Tang Chuan truly acted so recklessly, then he was undoubtedly seeking his own demise!
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