God Destroying Pearl

When Song Yun heard the voice next to him, his heart was shocked and he immediately recognized it as the voice of his master Sikong Luo.

He knew that his master must have something important to tell him at this time, so he immediately walked in the direction of his master.

Sikong Luo stood in a relatively secluded place. His figure looked particularly peaceful and profound under the morning light.

Song Yun walked quickly to his master, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

Sikong Luo nodded slightly and said, "Yun'er, Master called you here because he has something important to tell you." Then he waved his hand and set up another soundproofing ban.

Song Yun's heart trembled, and he immediately concentrated and listened carefully.

"Yun'er, you need to understand that in the world of cultivation, there are no eternal friends or eternal enemies, only interests and positions that never change." Sikong Luo's voice was low and powerful, and every word hit Song Yun's heart like a heavy hammer. "The friendly exchanges they mentioned during the visit of the Liehuo Sect were just polite words. In fact, there have been many grudges between our Qingyun Sect and the Liehuo Sect due to historical issues, resource competition and different cultivation concepts. I heard from Wang Xiaozi that you killed disciples of the Liehuo Sect, and Wang Xiaozi almost clashed with the Liehuo Sect outside the Tianyuan Secret Realm, so you have to pay more attention and don't be confused by superficial phenomena."

Song Yun nodded to show his understanding: "Disciple understands, and will definitely handle it carefully."

Sikong Luo's eyes flashed with worry, and he continued, his voice becoming more serious and cautious: "Yun'er, you may not realize that the spiritual energy fluctuation that occurred in the sect yesterday was so large that it far exceeded the scope of ordinary cultivation. This fluctuation not only shocked the interior of our Qingyun Sect, but also penetrated the sect protection formation and affected the outside world. I dare say that the people of Liehuo Sect will definitely feel the extraordinaryness of such a phenomenon."

"And yet, at such a sensitive moment, the people from the Fiery Flame Sect came to visit us in a hurry this morning, claiming that they were here for friendly exchanges. This coincidence cannot but make us suspicious. There are already many unresolved grievances and frictions between our Qingyun Sect and the Fiery Flame Sect. Now that they are rushing here in such a hurry, their real purpose is probably not as simple as a simple exchange of ideas."

Sikong Luo paused for a moment, his eyes flashing with a cold light, a ruthless determination to show no mercy to the enemy.

He continued, "If the Fiery Flame Sect is really here to have friendly exchanges with us sincerely, then we will treat them with the same sincerity. But if they have ill intentions and try to use this opportunity to harm our Qingyun Sect, then we will let them know that the dignity and strength of our Qingyun Sect will never be allowed to be easily provoked by anyone!"

With the order from the two elders, the long-awaited competition and exchange finally kicked off.

The atmosphere in the competition arena instantly became tense and heated. The disciples watching the competition held their breath and watched, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

The first to appear was Zhang Lie, an outstanding disciple of Qingyun Sect's Yanhuo Peak.

He was wearing the Qingyun Sect's iconic green Taoist robe, with an upright posture and a determined look in his eyes.

Standing in the center of the competition arena, he took a deep breath, circulated the spiritual power in his body, and announced loudly: "Zhang Lie of Qingyun Sect, please teach me!"

His voice was loud and resonant, echoing throughout the entire arena, showing his pride and confidence as a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

On the other side, the disciples of the Fiery Flame Sect were not willing to be outdone.

A burly young man with slightly dark skin walked out slowly. He was none other than Huang Zhong, the best contestant from the Liehuo Sect.

Huang Zhong was wearing a fiery red robe, like a burning flame. He stared at Zhang Lie with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice, "Huang Zhong from the Fiery Sect, please teach me!"

As they spoke, a passionate atmosphere filled the air, making people look forward to the upcoming competition.

Following the referee's command, both sides quickly entered combat mode.

Zhang Lie moved and rushed towards Huang Zhong like an arrow, waving the sword in his hand, bringing up streaks of blazing flames. This was the Flame Sword Technique that he had practiced for many years.

The sword lights were like weaving threads, impenetrable, showing his profound cultivation and superb swordsmanship.

However, Huang Zhong was not intimidated by Zhang Lie's offensive.

He snorted coldly, moved his body slightly, and easily avoided Zhang Lie's attack.

Then, he clenched his fists, the spiritual power in his body surged, and a strong breath of fire burst out from his fists. It was the Fiery Fist unique to the Fiery Sect.

Huang Zhong suddenly jumped up and punched Zhang Lie. The wind from his fist whistled, bringing up waves of heat, making people feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Seeing this, Zhang Lie quickly swung his sword to block.

But Huang Zhong's Fiery Fist was so powerful that with just one strike, the sword in his hand was almost knocked out of his hand.

Zhang Lie's face changed, and he quickly circulated all his spiritual power in his body, trying to stabilize his body.

But at this moment, Huang Zhong's second punch had already arrived like a shadow.

This punch gathered all of Huang Zhong's strength and will, and was unstoppable.

With a loud bang, Zhang Lie's body was knocked flying by Huang Zhong's punch and fell heavily on the edge of the arena, spitting blood and his face as pale as paper.

Upon seeing this, the Qingyun Sect disciples on the sidelines cried out in surprise, feeling sorry for Zhang Lie's defeat.

The disciples of the Fiery Flame Sect cheered and applauded Huang Zhong's victory.

Huang Zhong stood there, looking calmly at Zhang Lie who was lying on the ground, and said slowly: "Thank you."

As the dust settled on the first match, the second match quietly began.

This time, the disciples of Liehuo Sect came out first. Zhao Lie from Liehuo Sect was the first to step into the arena.

Zhao Lie was tall and muscular, and he exuded a strong fighting spirit. His eyes were like two sharp swords, locking onto Song Yun of Qingyun Sect from afar.

"Song Yun, do you dare to compete with me?" Zhao Lie's voice was deep and powerful, echoing above the arena, and the challenge was evident in his words.

There was a hint of provocation and anticipation in his words, and it was obvious that he was full of confidence in this competition.

Facing Zhao Lie's challenge, Song Yun's heart was a little turbulent, but he was more determined and resolute.

He knew very well that as a disciple of Qingyun Sect, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of bringing glory to the sect.

Therefore, he walked quickly towards the arena without hesitation, staring at Zhao Lie with a sharp gaze, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "I'm happy to accompany you."

With the entry of the two, the atmosphere in the arena heated up again.

Zhao Lie showed his powerful strength right from the start, alternating between the Fiery Fist and the Fire Cloud Palm. The fist winds and palm shadows intertwined into a sea of ​​fire, and he attacked Song Yun fiercely.

Every punch and every palm contained incredible power and high temperature, as if to burn all obstacles in the way to ashes.

However, Song Yun was not intimidated by Zhao Lie's offensive.

He was agile and moved around the field like a ghost, skillfully avoiding Zhao Lie's attacks.

At the same time, he used his unique skills of space teleportation and space replacement to constantly create unexpected attack opportunities.

Just when Zhao Lie seemed a little impatient because his continuous attacks were cleverly resolved by Song Yun, Song Yun finally seized a tiny flaw in his offensive.

He flashed and instantly appeared in the empty space on Zhao Lie's left side. The magic sword in his hand pierced out like lightning, pointing directly at Zhao Lie's eyebrows.

This sword was not only extremely fast, but also had a tricky angle, making it hard to defend against.

Zhao Lie was shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect that Song Yun could find and seize his weakness in such a short time.

He tried his best to dodge the sword, but in the end he was still a step too slow.

The tip of the sword stopped just a few inches away from his forehead. A sharp sword intent came towards him, making him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"I lost." Zhao Lie took a deep breath, stopped his attack, and looked at Song Yun.

Song Yun also put away his magic sword, smiled and nodded to Zhao Lie, saying, "Thank you."

With the fierce competition in the first two matches, the atmosphere in the entire arena has reached a boiling point, and the last match, as the finale, attracted everyone's attention.

The strongest disciples of the two major sects, Liehuo Sect and Qingyun Sect, who have reached the late stage of foundation building, are about to have a peak showdown here.

On the Liehuo Sect's side, the first person to come out was a disciple named Ma Longfei, who was tall and thin, with sharp eyes and had reached the great perfection of the late foundation building stage.

He was dressed in a scarlet tights and walked steadily, each step seemed to contain power that was about to explode.

Facing the upcoming decisive battle, he was not afraid at all. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I am Ma Longfei from the Liehuo Sect. Please give me your guidance!" Ma Longfei's voice was clear and powerful, echoing above the arena, announcing his arrival.

The Qingyun Sect was not willing to be outdone.

Ouyang Chun, a disciple who had also reached the late stage of foundation building, slowly stepped into the arena.

He has a slender figure and handsome face, holding a long sword that is shining with cold light, and exudes a calm and restrained aura.

In response to Ma Longfei's challenge, he nodded slightly.

"I am Ouyang Chun from Qingyun Sect. Please give me your guidance." Ouyang Chun's voice was gentle but powerful, revealing an attitude of neither servility nor overbearing.

As the two men stood still, the air in the arena seemed to freeze.

The audience around them breathed cautiously, for fear of disturbing the fierce battle that was about to break out.

Ma Longfei took the lead. He roared, and spiritual power surged throughout his body, transforming into a huge fist shadow, which blasted towards Ouyang Chun like a mountain.

At the same time, he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Ouyang Chun like an arrow, with a speed that was astonishing.

Ouyang Chun looked solemn when he saw this, but he did not panic.

He gripped the long sword tightly, turned his body, avoided Ma Longfei's fist, and at the same time swung out a sword called "Sky-Splitting Slash".

This knife contained all his spiritual power and the essence of his swordsmanship. The knife light was like a dragon, tearing through the air and flying straight towards Ma Long.