Chapter 560

Chapter 560: Hidden Talents

At this moment, the surrounding audience were shocked and couldn’t help exclaiming, "What’s happening? It’s just the first match! Why fight so desperately?"

"This doesn’t make sense. With Mo Lanyun’s strength and status, she shouldn’t be pushed this far. Why didn’t she use any of her treasures?"

"Does Mo Qianxun know Mo Lanyun isn’t his biological granddaughter? Otherwise, why is he so calm after her death?"

As the crowd buzzed with confusion, a burst of seven-colored flames erupted from the Dragon Turtle’s back on the Celestial Platform. When the flames faded, Mo Lanyun—who had supposedly died—stood there unharmed!

She smiled and summoned her vast rolling waters, carefully storing the water sources formed from the defeated Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals.

After this battle, Mo Lanyun’s rolling waters had doubled in size thanks to the high-level evil creatures. Normally, she couldn’t even find these foes, but this opportunity let her reap huge rewards.

The Ninth-Rank water sources were especially rare—only obtainable by slaying Ninth-Rank beings. Just this made the battle worthwhile.

Having gained so much from her victory, Mo Lanyun flew joyfully back to Mo Qianxun’s Glorious Heavenly Palace.

Fang Lie greeted her warmly. "Congratulations!"

"I owe it to your teachings, senior brother," Mo Lanyun replied gratefully. "Without them, defeating him would’ve cost me dearly."

Mo Qianxun chuckled. "Lanyun, what did you learn from this battle?"

"I’ll never underestimate others again," she said solemnly. "You Youzi was considered the weakest among the top fighters, yet he summoned ten Ninth-Rank Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals. Without the Nirvana Fire Seed, I might’ve lost! Everyone here has their own secret techniques—one misstep could doom me."

"Good!" Mo Qianxun nodded. "Understanding this matters more than winning ten matches. Remember—pride leads to defeat!"

Mo Lanyun nodded earnestly, while Fang Lie scoffed silently.

Mo Qianxun sighed. "Fine. You’re the undying exception. But don’t think the Great Thunder Sound Temple won’t target you."

"We’ll see," Fang Lie retorted defiantly.

As the trio celebrated, the crowd erupted in chaos.

"She resurrected? Without losing any strength?"

"She’s stronger! Her Tianyi divine water doubled, and those Ninth-Rank water sources are worth multiple Eighth-Rank Treasures!"

"First Fang Lie’s undying nature, now Mo Lanyun? Is this a Mo Sect divine skill anyone can learn?"

"This is unfair! With undying bodies, who can beat them? Mo Lanyun’s Compassionate Light suicide attack alone makes her invincible!"

"If everyone fights by self-detonating, why call it the Celestial Platform Competition? Rename it the Self-Detonation Contest!"

Though protests rose, the rules couldn’t be changed mid-competition. The Mo Sect’s two consecutive wins—especially defeating East Kunlun—brought them unprecedented glory. Mo Qianxun beamed with pride.

In the Celestial Platform Competition’s long history, the Mo Sect had never dominated like this. Fang Lie’s contributions deepened Mo Qianxun’s respect for his own foresight.

Subsequent battles showcased dazzling techniques, though wiser fighters targeted weaker opponents. Unlike East Kunlun’s Ao Jianzi—who’d stubbornly challenged Fang Lie—most conserved their strength for later rounds.

Throughout the first round, Mo Qianxun relentlessly coached Fang Lie, warning him about formidable rivals blocking their path to victory.

Among them were the two core disciples of Xuan Sect, Qing Feng and Young Taoist Ming Yue.

Fang Lie knew Ming Yue from their previous battles together. The young Taoist’s divine skills had given Fang Lie headaches, making him think this youth was already formidable. Yet compared to Xuan Sect’s true chief disciple, Ming Yue still fell short.

This time, Ming Yue defeated his opponent in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

But Qing Feng proved even more terrifying – his entire battle lasted mere seconds!

With just a casual wave of his sleeve, an invisible gust swept forward. The White Bone Sect’s chief disciple instantly turned to ash, dead before hitting the ground!

This opponent was no weakling, protected by an Eighth-rank White Bone Pearl and Eighth-rank White Bone Armor while remaining vigilant. Yet he perished in one strike.

Legend said this disciple had once defeated You Youzi in conflict, proving his strength. But against Qing Feng, he couldn’t withstand a single move – showing how monstrous Qing Feng truly was.

Qing Feng appeared as a child of eleven or twelve, his face still round with baby fat. Yet his unnaturally solemn demeanor made him resemble a miniature adult, adding to his peculiar charm.

After witnessing him annihilate the White Bone Sect’s chief with a sleeve-flick, none dared call him cute anymore. Everyone quietly marked him as untouchable.

Even Mo Qianxun gravely warned, "Unless life-or-death circumstances force it, none of you shall challenge him. That boy’s too dangerous!"

Fang Lie’s curiosity burned. "How dangerous?"

"Were I to fight him without treasures, he could escape unscathed." Mo Qianxun’s brow furrowed. "I can’t see through him – he holds secrets rivaling your undying nature. He might even possess means to kill you outright. Stay cautious!"

"I see…" Fang Lie finally adopted a serious expression.

Mo Qianxun then alerted Fang Lie and Mo Lanyun to watch Great Thunder Sound Temple’s chief disciple – a handsome monk with a blood-red 卍 symbol naturally etched between his brows.

If truly innate, Mo Qianxun explained, this marked him as a Reincarnation of Buddhist power, his potential matching those with spiritual roots!

Subsequent battles proved this. The monk named Ming Kong simply chanted "Amitābha" onstage, using his Tianlong Zen Chant to vibrate the demon sect’s chief disciple to death. His skill nearly matched Master Tianlong’s.

Beyond Xuan Sect and Great Thunder Sound Temple, two evil faction leaders demanded Fang Lie’s vigilance.

First came the sword cultivator from mysterious Great Snow Mountain – Ming Jianzi.

This perpetually grinning chatterbox appeared as a clumsy, foolish fat man. But this was mere disguise – underestimators paid dearly.

His combat strength stunned observers. His Lotus Dharma Sect opponent had perfected the Vajra Invulnerability divine skill, his defenses surpassing even Thunder Tribulation Immortals!

Yet Ming Jianzi unleashed a hundred sword strikes faster than lightning, each blade roaring like thunderclaps. The Buddhist disciple died from sound vibrations alone.

This sword-sound technique explained his Dao name Ming Jianzi ("Sword Resonance").

Lastly came Blood Sea Sect’s Xue Sha, shrouded in swirling blood qi that hid his features.

His blood arts had reached terrifying heights. His opponent – a neutral family clans disciple – didn’t even draw his treasure before Xue Sha pounced. The victim’s blood essence drained instantly, leaving a desiccated corpse that crumbled at a touch!

Xue Sha never spoke, killing in silence before departing wordlessly.

The neutral clan raged – their disciple had been mid-introduction when struck. Though Xue Sha would’ve won regardless, poor vigilance sealed the disciple’s fate.

This battle revealed Xue Sha’s horror.

These were the visible top contenders for leadership. But every chief disciple hid deadly trump cards – undoubtedly, more hidden threats lurked undiscovered!