Immortals Step into Heaven

Zhang Dong's face turned ruthless, and he immediately detonated all the fireballs, instantly destroying the black vortex and blowing away the top-grade magic axe. Li Moyao's spell was interrupted and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Li Moyao was severely injured by the backlash and fell to the ground unconscious. Li Moyao came to the fourth ring. Zhang Dong checked Li Moyao's injuries, fed him a healing pill, and sent Li Moyao off the ring. He then returned to the ring and announced Zhang Dong as the winner.

In the bustling arena, some eyes were focused on ring number five. "Ring number five!" The referee's resounding voice echoed through the air like a mighty bell. Qin An, number 99 from the Alchemy Valley, faced Zhang Yiluo, number 48 from the Ironwood Valley.

Qin An, already at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, was dressed in a black suit. His complexion was slightly sallow, but not at all sickly, revealing a toughness that comes from years of hardship. His expression was cold, like an iceberg, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he walked towards the arena, step by step.

Looking at Zhang Yiluo on the other side, she was a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. She was dressed in a garment as white as snow, which shimmered softly in the sunlight, like the colorful robes of a celestial fairy. Her complexion was as white as jade, and without makeup, she was extremely beautiful. Her eyes and eyebrows shone with a lively spirit. She moved lightly and gracefully to the ring, like a breeze, bringing a different atmosphere to the arena filled with tension.

The referee on stage five watched the two men ascend the stage, nodded slightly, and then shouted, "The match begins!" As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and a magical flying sword shot out like an arrow from a bow. It was Qin An. His expression was stern. He raised his hand and patted his storage bag. In an instant, a top-grade magical flying sword whizzed out. The flying sword, shimmering with light, flew straight towards his opponent.

Seeing the incoming flying sword, Zhang Yiluo remained calm. With a wave of her jade hand, an exquisite, top-grade magical shield appeared before her. The shield emanated a soft glow and rapidly expanded, enveloping her completely. The top-grade flying sword collided with the shield, emitting a dazzling light and a deafening roar. The powerful impact caused visible fluctuations in the surrounding air.

Qin An snorted coldly at the sight and waved his hand. The flying sword shone brightly, transforming into several sword shadows that attacked Zhang Yiluo from different directions. Zhang Yiluo's brows furrowed slightly, and her steps moved lightly. A jade flute suddenly appeared in her hand. She poured her spiritual power into the flute, and the sound was melodious but concealed murderous intent. Waves of sound flew towards the sword shadows, and the two collided, stirring up a violent whirlwind on the arena.

The audience held their breath, their eyes wide open as they watched this spectacular battle. At this moment, Qin An's eyes flashed, and he increased his mana output, making his flying swords faster and more powerful. Zhang Yiluo didn't dare to delay. His shield magic weapon ignited, and a layer of mana shield appeared around him. At the same time, the sound waves he blew turned into materialized blades and struck back at Qin An. Qin An dodged the blades with a flash, and the chase between him and Zhang Yiluo in the ring intensified.

His figure moved like a ghost, flitting through the corners of the arena, each step sending ripples of magical power surging forth. Under his control, the supreme magical flying sword followed him closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Yiluo danced like a fluttering butterfly, her sleeves fluttering, her jade flute dancing softly as she unleashed a continuous stream of spiritual attacks. The sharp blades transformed from these spiritual powers were like falling snow, sweeping towards Qin An in an overwhelming manner. Deep scars were left on the arena floor wherever she passed.

Qin An's eyes flashed like lightning. Seizing the perfect moment, he suddenly transformed his flying sword into a streak of light, hurling it straight at Zhang Yiluo. Zhang Yiluo spun sharply, shielding herself before him, bracing herself to withstand the blow. The powerful impact sent her stumbling backward, her feet scraping long furrows in the ground. But once she regained her balance, she launched a counterattack. The sound waves from her jade flute surged towards Qin An like surging ocean waves. Qin An, in turn, manipulated his flying sword to form a magical shield before him, blocking the onslaught of the waves while simultaneously searching for Zhang Yiluo's weakness.

His eyes were solemn, and his mana continuously poured into the flying sword. Under the continuous impact of the sound waves, the shield was covered with circles of light, like ripples on water. Qin An's eyes suddenly focused, noticing a slight abnormal fluctuation of mana on the right side of Zhang Yiluo when he released the sound wave. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he made a plan in his mind, ready to find the right time to launch a fatal attack.

He pretended to be overwhelmed by the sound waves, his body swayed, and the light of the magic shield flickered, looking shaky.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiluo's eyes flickered with joy. She played the jade flute more rapidly, the sonic assault growing more ferocious. However, she failed to notice the sharp glint hidden in Qin An's seemingly panicked eyes. Just as she was about to attack with all her might, Qin An, seizing the perfect moment, shouted fiercely, transforming his flying sword into a stream of light. With lightning speed, he bypassed the sonic waves and stabbed towards the abnormal fluctuation of magic power on Zhang Yiluo's right. This strike, embodying all his magic power, sent Zhang Yiluo, shield and all, flying off the stage.

If she didn't have the top-grade defensive magic weapon to protect herself, she might have been seriously injured by this attack.

Zhang Yiluo, who was knocked off the stage, looked at Qin An on the stage, gritting her teeth, glaring with her beautiful eyes, and then waving her sleeves and leaving.

Referee No. 99 shouted, "Qin An, No. , from the Alchemy Valley, wins!" The voice echoed through the clamorous arena. Qin An expressionlessly sheathed his flying sword, glancing coldly at Zhang Yiluo, who fled in a shambles after being attacked. Then he turned and walked off the stage, his dark figure gradually receding under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

In ring number six, the atmosphere was equally tense. The referee called out, "#38 Tiemugu, Tiefeng versus#680 Law Enforcementgu, Wang Anxu." Tiefeng, a massive figure, stood at the side of the ring like a towering iron, his muscles taut, displaying immense strength.

His eyes were fierce, like a wolf in the wilderness.

On the other side, Wang Anxu was tall and slender, wearing the iconic uniform of the Law Enforcement Valley, with an ugly expression on his face. He was only at the eleventh level of Qi training, and he had no chance of winning against Tie Feng at the thirteenth level of Qi training.

Referee number six announced the start of the match, his voice still resonating in the air when Wang Anxu hurriedly said, "I surrender." Those three words stunned everyone present, and the tense atmosphere froze instantly. Tie Feng's face was filled with astonishment, the burning fighting spirit in his eyes instantly extinguished, replaced by a look of bewilderment.

The audience erupted in astonishment. They had never expected the match to end so dramatically, and many stood there with their mouths wide open in disbelief. The referee was stunned for a moment before recovering and declaring the match over, with #38 Tiemugu Tiefeng the winner.