Devour

The residual power of the sound wave forced Pan Zhonghan to dodge sideways, leaving him extremely shocked: "Where did Yue boy get such strong skills?"

But no matter what he thought, he was a veteran in the battlefield after all, and he knew the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand. He quickly used the "Thunder Fury" move and attacked hard, vowing to defeat his opponent by force.

"The fourth move." Master Li knew when to stop and stopped helping, waiting leisurely for the outcome of the bet.

Pan Yue suddenly lost his help. Due to the excessive force he had exerted before, he was exhausted and in a trance, he allowed the killing move to approach him, and he could only be speechless.

Cheng Bai's clairvoyant eyes saw through the details of the battle, and he was stunned. "It's over! A proper arena competition has turned into a battle of wits using chess pieces. That's it! I'll give it one last try."

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Bai activated the Phoenix power to erode Pan Zhonghan's sea of ​​consciousness.

An inexplicable chill filled every corner of Pan Zhonghan's mind, and he was unknowingly tricked.

When it comes to spiritual cultivation, Pan Zhonghan is far superior to Pan Yue, but he still cannot defend against the power of the phoenix.

He immediately began to daydream, and suddenly a horrifying sight appeared before his eyes - a ferocious beast rushed towards him with great momentum, emitting a terrifying deterrent force that was as terrifying as the collapse of heaven and earth.

In a moment of haste, Pan Zhonghan changed his target. The move he used, "Thunder Fury," coalesced into shape, like a thundercloud of rumbling lightning, surging through the air towards the teacher, the elder who was teaching him the skills, Wang Mingsheng.

"Pan Zhonghan, are you crazy?" Wang Mingsheng was so irritated that he shouted angrily, and stood up and used the same "Thunder Fury" move to fight back.

The two were equally powerful, their palms swirling like thunderclouds as they tangled in mid-air, ultimately canceling each other out. The aftermath rippled far and wide, shaking the entire Great Hall of Transmission slightly.

"What the hell? Why is the fight so chaotic?" Wang Hong glanced around at the seats on both sides, puzzled. But he wasn't as good as Master Li, who had cultivated double pupils and could discern the source of his magic power. After a long hesitation, he couldn't find any solid evidence.

After four moves, no one won this round of gambling, and it ended naturally as agreed.

Wang Hong thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and found a way to step down. "Were those all the fantastical moves from the Ultimate Sword Manual? They were indeed quite unique. You two should be serious and decide the winner quickly."

Pan Zhonghan came back to his senses and stared at Pan Yue, who stood there in a daze. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. "How much benefit did that kid Yue get in that Thunder Tribe Heavenly Palace? He was able to deal with so many of my moves. No wonder the leader wanted to summon him after the meeting..."

Under Wang Hong's urging, Pan Zhonghan no longer hesitated and launched the fifth move "Thunder and Clouds".

The slap made Pan Yue spin in the air like a top, fly out of the arena, and slam into the wall of the martial arts hall. He slid down along the wall and fell to the ground, looking miserable and defeated with a bruised face, a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.

Wang Mingsheng glanced at the hourglass and said in a loud voice, "The third match is the decisive battle. Pan Zhonghan, the elder of the Dharma Protector Hall of Zhanjian Peak, has defeated all the other heroes and won the championship. Congratulations on your promotion to the Holy Son!"

As usual, two attendant disciples came running and carefully helped Pan Yue out.

"Among the three eliminated candidates, Brother Pan had the best result. Elder Pan probably spared him because Wang Hong needed him."

Thinking of this, Cheng Bai drank half a sip of wine, calmly took back the black gold ingot on the table, and said with a smile: "No one guessed correctly, it's just bad luck!"

Master Li stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration, "Saint Lord Baidi is indeed a master of both weapon refining and elixir making. His spiritual awareness is far superior to that of cultivators of the same level. It is admirable that he has achieved such an accomplishment at such a young age." After that, he raised his glass to toast.

Cheng Bai raised his glass in response, "Master's secret technique of double pupils is profound and sublime, something I have never seen or heard of before!"

Master Li laughed heartily and took out a metal card as thin as a cicada's wing from the Sumeru mustard seed and placed it on the table. "Here is the card for asking the way. Please let Saint Wang announce the winner."

Wang Hong nodded slightly and conveyed his eloquent words over a long distance.

"I hold the golden seal of the 34th generation leader of the Jingtao Sect, and sit atop Xuandao Peak on Jingao Island. I now proclaim this to heaven and earth! Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, our sect has reigned supreme in the North Sea for three thousand and eight eons. During this internal competition, the peerless unpolished gem Pan Zhonghan emerged, ascending to the position of Holy Son with his exceptional talent. As the saying goes, a legacy stretching back three thousand eons, and yet another child of the Unicorn has been born, blessed by heaven. This is a great blessing for our sect!"

"My great master's kindness is so great that I, Pan Zhonghan, will never forget it!" Pan Zhonghan's face was full of piety and solemnity. He kowtowed three times and bowed nine times towards Wang Hong on the stage.

A long bell rang from the highest point of the power transmission hall, and nine consecutive rings echoed through the sky, with the lingering sound lingering.

Auspicious clouds emerged from the top of Xuandao Peak, converging into a sea of ​​clouds. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting a shadow across the islands and mountains, making the scene even more colorful.

Wang Hong was extremely satisfied and continued in a thunderous voice, "From now on, our Jingtao Sect will maintain an orderly inheritance, our disciples will uphold the righteous path, and our fortune will prosper for eternity. It just so happens that the senior immortal master Li has gifted me with a card, which is an opportunity to comprehend the ancient scriptures and attain the Tao and become an immortal. Now that our son Pan Zhonghan has received this precious reward, I hope he will pursue the supreme Tao and live up to this grace!"

"Thank you, Master, for your cultivation! Thank you, Immortal Saint of the Academy, for the gift!" Pan Zhonghan bowed respectfully and slowly stood up.

Wang Hong gazed at the new Saint Son and spoke slowly, "As the Sect Master, it is my duty to support the Saint Son in achieving his spiritual aspirations. Do you have any requests? Whether it's a cave dwelling, magical treasures, elixirs, gold, iron, or manpower, as long as it's reasonable, I can satisfy you."

Pan Zhonghan was secretly delighted when he heard this. He looked up at the platform and said loudly, "Disciple does have a great wish. I sincerely ask for the Holy Master's approval."

Wang Hong thought, "Wang Mingsheng told him the total couldn't exceed 500,000 taels of platinum, didn't he? If he asks for more, I'll just find a reason to refuse." He nodded solemnly and said, "Just say what you want to say."

Pan Zhonghan took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said, "While wandering the martial world, several of my precious treasures were stolen. Recently, I discovered they've all fallen into the hands of the Heaven-Swallowing Sect's leader. This grudge, if not resolved, will likely become a vexing obstacle. An invitation is worse than an encounter! I'm willing to challenge Bai Di to a decisive battle in the ring. Let's take this opportunity to make a grand gamble."

Cheng Bai was secretly surprised: "I took Elder Pan's Sumeru mustard seeds and a few magical instruments at the beginning, but I didn't expect him to hold such a grudge."

Wang Hong turned and asked, "Master Baidi, is there any personal grudge between you and the Holy Son?"

Cheng Bai bowed and said, "I'm not familiar with him. This must have been an unintentional friction that led to some misunderstandings."

Wang Hong, with a sanctimonious air, advised, "Since there's no deep hatred, why bother with such a petty matter? Peace is the most important thing!"

Pan Zhonghan suggested, "I know Baidi will never admit to stealing the treasure. Why not settle the matter here while the Master and the elders are present? If I win, I'll ask him to return the Xumi mustard seed and pay him 500,000 taels of platinum. If I lose, I'm willing to offer this Asking Card and 500,000 taels of platinum as a bet. Does Baidi dare to accept the challenge?"

"Pan Zhonghan didn't ask me for money and treasure, but instead reached out to Baidi. This move is unprecedented! However, he not only recovered the lost property, but also saved the sect's expenses, which is of great benefit to both the public and the private. Very good! I didn't misjudge him."

Wang Hong repeatedly calculated the pros and cons, and when he realized it was exactly what he wanted, he asked, "Does the White Emperor Sect Leader agree?"

Cheng Bai said calmly, "Since he proposed to settle it with a bet, how could I not accept it? Let's go to the ring and fight to determine who is right!"

Pan Zhonghan took a treasure bag from his waist, weighed it, and threw it onto the platform. He said loudly: "I am a man of integrity and I act with integrity. I bet on this, and I will keep my word!"

Master Li stretched out his arms and grasped the bag. An invisible force pulled it from the air and he opened it to examine it. He confirmed it was the correct amount: "Five hundred thousand taels, no more, no less."

"It's okay to play with you." Cheng Bai calmly removed the dishes in front of him and cleaned the table, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Pan Zhonghan waited, forcing himself to stop. Seeing the other party's slow pace, he cursed softly, "Does this brat have obsessive-compulsive disorder or is he just pretending to be impressive? The last time Wang Duxing liked to show off, he was beaten flat on his back!"

"I don't have enough star gold. Here is the equivalent of 100,000 taels of black gold." Cheng Bai took out the Sumeru mustard seeds, took out the gold ingots and filled the table. At the same time, relying on his keen perception, he caught the arguments of the disciples outside the hall from afar.

"The new Holy Son has challenged the Heaven-Devouring Sect, who have come to observe the ceremony, to a duel. Will you place your bets?"

"Of course, we should bet on the new Saint Son to win."

"I'm betting on him too... The new Saint Son surpasses two generations of his peers, and his record is truly brilliant!"

"Hehe... Junior brother, your cultivation isn't enough, is it? I can sense the power of all things, but that little sect leader who calls himself the White Emperor is nothing but a weakling!"