Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 10 Mage Number One, Rank Six! Thunder Wings!
Li Zhengzhi smiled and put down his teacup, no longer keeping them in suspense: "You should know that the top three in each Demon Hunter Team selection competition receive a spirit furnace as a reward, right?"

Yuehui nodded; he was naturally aware of this rule.

However, since spirit furnaces have different properties, they are not suitable for everyone.

For example, the Thousand-Strike Spirit Furnace is exclusively for assassins, while the Holy Guidance Spirit Furnace is best suited for guardian knights.

The elemental furnace that is most suitable for mages is also the rarest.

“Just a few days ago,” Li Zhengzhi lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement, “the Holy Alliance acquired an elemental spirit furnace in a deal with the demon race, and it’s an extremely rare intelligent spirit furnace at that! Most importantly—”

He slammed his hand on the table excitedly, "It's lightning-attribute!"

"Since no one in the Holy Alliance possesses lightning-type spiritual power, no one has been able to perfectly match this spirit furnace. Therefore, I, your grandfather, have defied all objections and secured it as the reward for this selection competition!"

Moonlight paused slightly upon hearing this. A deal with the demons?
He was almost certain that his father, Agares, had deliberately released the spirit furnace.

However, this is also good, as it allows him to obtain this rare spirit furnace legitimately without having to bother explaining its origin.

"Grandpa, you've gone to so much trouble," Yuehui said sincerely.

"Hahaha!" Li Zhengzhi laughed heartily, patting Yuehui's shoulder forcefully. "You are the future hope of our Magic Temple! Grandpa believes that one day the entire alliance will be proud of you!"

Yuehui nodded solemnly: "I will definitely work harder in my cultivation and strive to break through to the ninth rank as soon as possible!"

(I intended to keep a low profile, but my strength wouldn't allow it!)
Thinking back on his performance on the field these past few days, he couldn't help but touch his nose.

But then I thought, since I'm going to get that lightning-type spirit furnace, it's necessary to show some strength.

(Well then... let's just make a big show of it this once!)

Li Zhengzhi looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, then suddenly lowered his voice: "By the way, I heard you're getting quite close to the little girl from the Sheng family?"

He winked mischievously. "Young people, Grandpa knows what to do."

Moonlight's ears instantly turned red: "Grandpa! We were just... just..."

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Li Zhengzhi laughed and stood up. "Remember, whatever you do, Grandpa will support you!"

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the selection competitions for the six great temples have all come to an end.

In the center of the trial grounds, sixty elites from various halls stood in neat rows, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

An elderly man with white hair manipulated a giant crystal ball, his deep voice echoing throughout the arena:
"Group One: Mage #1, Knight #3, Assassin #2, Priest #12"

The moment the list was announced, the scene erupted in excitement.

This is clearly a "group of death"—it has gathered three fifth-tier powerhouses!
The other contestants' faces instantly turned ugly.

"First group of contestants, please follow the staff to the competition area!"

As soon as Moonbeam stood up, she heard whispers coming from the magic temple area:

"Look, that 'fake monk' is about to reveal his true colors!"

"This group has two fifth-tier players. Let's see if he can win by brute force!"

The contestants from the other temples were completely confused. However, the contestants from the priest temple nodded in agreement.

Because their temple also had an outcast, that violent priest Sima Xian who carried an iron staff thicker than his thigh, and he beat them up pretty badly.

...

on the rostrum.

Li Zhengzhi sat upright in the front row, his eyes fixed intently on Yuehui's figure as she entered. His knuckles unconsciously tapped the armrest, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Palace Master Li,” Ling Xiao of the Priest Temple asked, turning to the side, “that’s your Magic Temple’s ‘Mage Number One,’ right? I heard he’s a swordsman who specializes in external spiritual power?” His tone was clearly teasing.

Li Zhengzhi's face immediately darkened. Indeed, the fact that his disciple hadn't used a single spell in the preliminary rounds, winning solely with the Thunder Sword, had probably spread throughout the entire Holy Alliance.

But soon, his furrowed brows relaxed.

Because today, the Moon's Radiance will surely shake the entire Holy Alliance!

"Don't you priests in the Temple of Priests also have a 'violent priest' who can go berserk?" Long Tianyin from the Temple of Knights interjected at the right moment, winking at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's face instantly turned as dark as Li Zhengzhi's.

Thinking of Sima Xian's iron staff, which was thicker than a thigh, he had no rebuttal.

"The first match is Mage Number One versus Knight Number Three," Qiu Yonghao from the Warrior Temple asked with interest. "What do you all think about the outcome?"

"Of course, it's amnesia!"

"It must be moonlight!"

Long Tianyin and Li Zhengzhi spoke at the same time, and when they looked at each other, sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Li Zhengzhi suddenly stroked his beard and smiled, a sly glint in his eyes: "Palace Master Long, how about we add some stakes?"

"Oh?" Long Tianyin raised an eyebrow. "How does Palace Master Li intend to wager?"

"Let's bet on the outcome of this contest." Li Zhengzhi slowly took out an item from his spatial ring. "I'll use this seventh-tier demon crystal as the wager. Does Palace Master Long dare to accept?"

He held a fist-sized crystal in his palm, which was clear and bright, and contained surging spiritual energy fluctuations.

Long Tianyin stared at the priceless magic crystal, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of his chair.

Considering Duan Yi's strength as Knight Number Three and his unparalleled shield-blocking skills, he finally decided, "Alright! I'll take the bet!"

"Great!" Li Zhengzhi placed the magic crystal on the table, the crystal making a crisp sound as it struck the surface. "Then let's wait and see."

……

In the center of the arena, Moonlight and Broken Memory stood facing each other.

Duan Yi's jet-black armor gleamed eerily in the sunlight, and he held a heavy shield and a greatsword—the standard attire of a guardian knight.

He solemnly performed a knightly salute: "Knight Temple - Broken Memory, please enlighten me!"

Seeing the other party's politeness, Yuehui gracefully returned the greeting with a mage's salute.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Zhengzhi nod slightly on the platform, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Magic Temple - Moonshine".

The eighth-level referee landed at the edge of the arena like a ghost, his deep voice resounding throughout the entire arena:

"Both sides, prepare—the match begins!"

As soon as the eighth-level referee gave the order, Duan Yi immediately summoned his mount—a giant beast that was two zhang tall—and landed with a thud.

Beneath its long, reddish-brown fur, its thick limbs resembled palace pillars, its two gleaming white fangs shone coldly, and its single, golden-red horn on its forehead was particularly striking.

This was a Golden Horned Mammoth at the peak of level six, not yet an adult but already possessing astonishing power.

However, Moonbeam calmly drew the Thunder Sword, the lightning crackling around its blade.

"Brother Duanyi, I apologize," Yuehui said softly, his tone tinged with apology.

"What?" Duan Yi hadn't reacted yet.

Suddenly, blinding lightning erupted from Yuehui's body.

Even more shockingly, a pair of Thunder Spirit Wings, nearly three meters wide, unfolded behind him, each feather formed from pure electric light!

The violent energy distorted the surrounding air!
(End of this chapter)