Chapter 818
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Chapter 818: Facing the Challenger!
For Su Yi, though he already had a significant following, his decisive act of killing Chu Changhuan had left an indelible mark on countless young minds. However, due to the presence of figures from Sacred Mountain and the warnings of their elders, none dared to cheer openly.
Some lay sprawled on the golden boulders, unable to rise, but strong members of their sects emerged to assist them.
Within the ranks of Wu Zong and San Men, reactions were mixed—some elders were pleased, while others were concerned.
The concerned ones included the Sanyuan School and Tianxuan Sect, who had seen none of their representatives make it into the top eight.
Lin Feng and Gong Qianxing, despite their exceptional abilities, were ultimately defeated.
Jian Wannian wore a dark expression, his heart seething with silent anger.
Gong Qianxing had undeniable strength, extraordinary talent, and rare insight. As a Soul Tamer of Quasi-Heavenly Grade, he was heralded as Tianxuan Sect’s most exceptional disciple in a millennium. Yet, to everyone’s shock, he was eliminated before reaching the top eight, losing to an unknown cultivator. This dealt a serious blow to Tianxuan Sect’s prestige.
The elders of Qingxu Gate also appeared dispirited. Lin Fan’s talent and fortune were extraordinary; they had high hopes that he would easily reach the top eight, or even the top four. But who could have anticipated his defeat at the hands of a half-human, half-beast wanderer?
“Lin Fan shouldn’t have lost! He still had an ace up his sleeve. If he had used the Dao Tool, Flame Scale wouldn’t have stood a chance!”
One elder from Qingxu Gate shook his head, regret clouding his features.
It was evident that Flame Scale was both enigmatic and formidable, but he had ultimately reached his limits. Lin Fan, on the other hand, still had the Dao Tool in his possession, which he had refrained from using. If he had unleashed its full potential, his chances of victory would have soared to 80%.
“This loss, though unfortunate, might be a blessing in disguise,” said an elder in cloud-patterned robes, his sharp gaze unwavering. “Lin Fan has always been undefeated among his peers, growing proud and complacent. This defeat could temper his spirit, teaching him that there’s always someone stronger. If he can rise above it, this setback will be invaluable.”
Even though Nanan Ruyu from Sacred Mountain effortlessly advanced to the next round, Bing Fu and the others were visibly displeased.
While they were relieved that Su Yi had advanced, they were disheartened by the progress of Flame Scale Xu Chen, who shared a rapport with Su Yi. The prospect of three adversaries of Sacred Mountain—Nanan Ruyu, Su Yi, and Xu Chen—rising together was concerning.
Sacred Mountain had reigned supreme in the Central Region for millennia, its dominance unchallenged. Yet, it could not afford to allow its prestige to be tarnished.
“The next round will undoubtedly be more intense,” murmured the elders and warriors of the Divine Sword School, Qingyun Sect, and Beast Emperor Sect.
Although Mu Yao, Li Qingwei, and Shao Sijun had advanced, the experts recognized that the remaining contenders were no ordinary opponents.
Nanan Ruyu and Su Yi were particularly formidable, Xu Chen remained an enigma, and Han Liuyun had just demonstrated his full might, showcasing the pinnacle of Third Grade Yuan True Realm cultivation.
On the golden boulder, Su Yi exhaled deeply, his gaze sweeping across the seven remaining contenders.
Each of these seven had proven their strength by overcoming fierce opponents. Yet, those who had been defeated in this round—such as Feng Qingnong, Cheng Yanhuan, and Lin Fan—were equally exceptional. Their loss was simply a matter of bad luck. Against different adversaries, they might have progressed further.
Among them, Han Liuyun stood out. Having reached the Third Grade Yuan True Realm at such a young age, he surpassed most of his peers, prompting Su Yi to feel a twinge of urgency.
Flame Scale caught Su Yi’s glance and offered a pale smile and a nod, exuding a kind-hearted demeanor. Su Yi returned the nod, silently impressed by Flame Scale’s strength in defeating Lin Fan.
“Let the next round begin! Same rules, starting now!”
Ouyang Yuanfeng’s authoritative voice echoed, brimming with energy.
The eight golden boulders radiated golden light once again, emanating a sacred aura. They seemed as if propelled by unseen giants, shifting with a thunderous rumble as energy surged skyward.
Before long, the eight boulders transformed into four, with two individuals standing on each one, now facing their next opponents.
Nanan Ruyu, surrounded by radiant light, found himself paired against Han Liuyun of Yutian Palace.
Li Qingwei and Mu Yao, two ethereal beauties, now stood opposite each other, their graceful figures drawing countless captivated gazes.
Flame Scale looked at his new opponent and sighed with a bitter smile—it was none other than Xu Chen.
Meanwhile, Shao Sijun regarded his opponent with a conflicted expression—his brows furrowed slightly as he locked eyes with Su Yi of the Overlord Sect.
Shao Sijun had once held unshakable confidence, dismissing Su Yi as a real contender despite his earlier defeat of Ouyang Jinwei, who possessed a Saint King’s aura.
But after witnessing Su Yi’s overwhelming power in killing Chu Changhuan, Shao Sijun now saw him as a formidable rival.
Standing tall, Shao Sijun’s hair came loose, swaying as he fixed a steady gaze on Su Yi.
“Who will prove themselves the true emperor of Tianjiao, dominating all directions?”
The eight contestants faced each other, surrounded by waves of excitement.
The elders and warriors of the five sects and three schools watched intently, their focus unbroken.
A sudden burst of energy erupted as one contestant released their aura, a dazzling golden light illuminating the scene.
Mu Yao, facing Li Qingwei, acted first. Her graceful figure radiated an overwhelming aura as golden light surged from her, commanding attention from all sides.