The Devil's Tribulation

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

Upon hearing Pan Chengfeng's words, the cultivators from the Eastern Continent all stepped aside to make room for the two of them.

Upon seeing this, the more than 500 merchants and cultivators all looked at Shang Jicheng's follower.

The henchman glanced at Shang Jicheng, sighed silently, and then led several hundred men to retreat five kilometers away.

Pan Chengfeng chuckled and said disdainfully, "Young Master Shang, are you ready?"

Such a provocative tone made Shang Jicheng, who had just calmed down, even angrier, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Shang Jicheng pointed at Pan Chengfeng and shouted angrily, "You little thief! Do you really think you're invincible just because you've fought Nangong Tian twice?!"

"I'll show you what I'm capable of today!!"

After roaring a few times, Shang Jicheng began to gather his magical power, his hands constantly forming hand seals.

Pan Chengfeng smiled slightly and said, "I'll give you three moves. If you can hit me, I'll spare your life today."

"How arrogant! Blazing Fire Burns the Soul!" Shang Jicheng pushed his hands forward, and a humanoid flame spell shot out.

Pan Chengfeng scoffed and said, "The technique is not bad, but unfortunately you haven't practiced it enough."

Pan Chengfeng slowly dodged the spell and continued, "The hand seals are incredibly slow, and although the spell is formed, it's not solid enough."

Even if such a spell hits the enemy, it won't cause effective damage.

Shang Jicheng's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Nonsense, die!" Another spell struck.

While lecturing, Pan Chengfeng subtly swayed his body to dodge Shang Jicheng's magic.

He continued, "You can't even effectively lock onto an enemy with your divine sense, so how did you cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"Shut up!!" Shang Jicheng's face turned red; he really wanted to tear Pan Chengfeng's mouth apart!

Is he really unable to lock onto a target? Not at all. He's cultivated for hundreds of years; how could he possibly not be able to lock onto a target?

Pan Chengfeng was wicked; he enveloped his entire body with his spiritual sense. Shang Jicheng had tried very hard to lock onto Pan Chengfeng, but he was so elusive that he couldn't be locked onto at all.

Pan Chengfeng's figure can be seen with the eyes, but can only be vaguely perceived by the divine sense.

Provoked by Pan Chengfeng's words, Shang Jicheng broke down and threw out spells haphazardly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Pan Chengfeng's clothes.

Being lectured by Pan Chengfeng in front of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, Shang Jicheng's already narrow mind was heaving, as if his chest was about to burst at any moment.

All of his dozen or so spells missed their mark. Shang Jicheng roared, "Is all you can do to dodge?"

Pan Chengfeng was even more amused by this, and said with a smile, "A few words have made you lose your composure. With such a mindset, how can you possibly go far?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" Shang Jicheng went completely mad, biting his tongue until it bled, spitting out a mouthful of blood to form a hand seal. A violent power swept outwards: "Three-legged Golden Crow, carrying the sun to the sea, illuminating Fusang, help me destroy the enemy!!!"

The merchant cultivator was terrified, and his follower shouted, "Young Master, you mustn't!! You haven't mastered this move yet; you'll suffer a backlash from the spell!!"

Where can Shang Jicheng hear the voices of his followers now?

The scorching heat swept across the entire battlefield, and the onlookers, feeling the terrifying heat, retreated even further away.

Pan Chengfeng felt like he had gone too far, actually pushing Shang Jicheng to this point.

But why does Shang Jicheng's next move seem a little familiar?

After completing the hand seals, Shang Jicheng laughed loudly, "Pan Chengfeng! You forced me to this! Die! Golden Crow Descends!!!"

"Holy crap!" Pan Chengfeng was startled and muttered as he looked at the approaching golden crow, "Isn't this the 'Golden Crow Sacred Technique' that Qian'er is practicing?"

How does this guy know that?! But why does he have to pronounce all those prefixes?

Although he used the same move as Qian'er, his power was far inferior to Qian'er's.

On the other side, in Emperor Yan's study.

The Evil Emperor covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, trying his best not to laugh out loud.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back in the end and burst into laughter: "Hahaha!! This is hilarious! So this guy is your disciple, Emperor Yan!"

"Hahaha, is there no talent left in the Southern Continent? You've even gone to my Eastern Continent to recruit disciples?!"

Emperor Yan said with a gloomy face: "How did my cultivation technique end up in the Eastern Continent? And this piece of trash even got to practice it!"

"He's not qualified enough but still insists on cultivating; I think he has a death wish."

The Evil Emperor put away his smile and said, "If you force yourself to cultivate when your aptitude is insufficient, you will damage your foundation and have no hope of breaking through to the Fusion stage in the future."

The two emperors stopped their discussion and looked at the sphere of light, seemingly lost in thought.

Return to the battlefield.

Pan Chengfeng was targeted by Shang Jicheng this time. The enormous golden crow attacked, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

Pan Chengfeng put away his disdain and said calmly, "That move is not bad, but it won't work on me!"

Pan Chengfeng stopped dodging and quickly formed hand seals, gathering wind spiritual power into his body. Just as the Golden Crow was about ten meters away from Pan Chengfeng, Pan Chengfeng made his move: "Storm - Great Tornado!"

The spell took shape, and a massive tornado swept towards the Golden Crow.

The wind and fire collided, lasting only two breaths before the tornado swallowed the golden crow, forming an even more terrifying fire tornado that hurtled towards Shang Jicheng!

"Impossible! Pfft~" Shang Jicheng spat out a mouthful of blood, the backlash from forcibly using a technique he hadn't mastered.

With the fire tornado about to hit him, Shang Jicheng had no time to make a move to resist.

In a moment of desperation, Shang Jicheng took out a talisman from his storage bracelet. The talisman emitted a faint blue light, clearly indicating it was a high-grade item.

Pan Chengfeng spotted the talisman in Shang Jicheng's hand at a glance and muttered to himself, "Could it be a mid-grade seventh-rank talisman!"

Pan Chengfeng had seen low-grade seventh-rank talismans before, and he even had one himself, but he had never actually seen a mid-grade seventh-rank talisman.

Shang Chengji infused the talisman with his magical power, and with a wave of his hand, a huge column of water appeared out of thin air!

"Heavy Water Supports the Sky!!"

Looking at the water column connecting heaven and earth, Pan Chengfeng exclaimed in shock, "Damn it! You have no martial ethics at all!!"

Water and fire are incompatible; the moment they came into contact, a large cloud of water mist rose, followed by a torrential downpour.

The water surge instantly overwhelmed the fire tornado and continued its assault on Pan Chengfeng.

No matter how arrogant Pan Chengfeng was, he didn't dare to directly accept the seventh-grade mid-level talisman and hurriedly formed hand seals.

Just before the water column struck, Pan Chengfeng transformed into a silver ray of light, and after a few refractions, he was five thousand meters away.

But the water column had no intention of letting him go, and changed direction to continue attacking Pan Chengfeng.

Pan Chengfeng roared, "Since I can't dodge it, I'll just beat you to a pulp!"

Water and fire are mutually destructive, so to counter water-based magic, you naturally need fire-based magic!

Pan Chengfeng formed hand seals, and his fire elemental power surged violently. His eyes blazed with fire as he roared, "Watch me evaporate you completely! Raging Dragon Burns the Heavens!!"

More than a thousand fiery dragons, each a kilometer long, roamed the sky. With a push from Pan Chengfeng's hands, they all roared and charged towards the giant water column.

The heavy rain in the sky turned into a downpour, pelting down on Pan Chengfeng.

In order to maintain the spell, Pan Chengfeng couldn't even use his magic to shield himself from the rain, and he was soaked to the bone.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, until five thousand fire dragons launched a suicidal attack before the water column finally dissipated.

Pan Chengfeng let out a breath and said, "What a powerful talisman! I almost got killed."

Just as he finished his attack and before he could even unleash his divine sense, a white shadow flashed overhead, laughing loudly, "Die!!"

Suddenly, Shang Jicheng appeared close by, holding another seventh-tier talisman in his hand. He grinned maliciously and swung it at Pan Chengfeng: "Mystic Earth Technique - Imprisonment!"

The moment the pale yellow talisman made contact, Pan Chengfeng was immediately enveloped in black soil.

Before Pan Chengfeng could even muster his magical power, a wave of weakness washed over him: "Damn it!!"

"Hahaha!!!" Shang Jicheng laughed wildly, "Pan Chengfeng! I used two life-saving talismans to kill you! You deserve to die!!"