Immortals Step into Heaven

After the golden rope collided with the blood-red sword energy, there was a moment of stalemate. Then, the golden rope shone brightly, swallowing the blood-red sword energy bit by bit. Zheng Yuan was horrified and was about to use his secret method to escape again, but Li Zhihao quickly formed seals with his hands, and the golden rope suddenly split into several strands, wrapping around Zheng Yuan like a spirit snake.

Zheng Yuan couldn't dodge and was caught dead in the golden ropes. The light from the ropes pierced his skin like needles, causing him some pain, and his magical power was rapidly being sealed by the ropes. Li Zhihao slowly approached, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "You can't escape. Today is your death." Zheng Yuan's face was grim. He immediately activated his Beast Blood Body Technique, forcibly burning his blood essence, trying to break free from the ropes. For a moment, the surroundings were filled with blood and the sky changed color.

Amidst this surge of blood and energy, Zheng Yuan's eyes turned red, veins popped on his forehead, and he roared with a voice like a resounding bell, causing Li Zhihao to pause slightly. As his blood and essence burned, Zheng Yuan's aura steadily increased, and the golden rope began to tremble violently, its light flickering.

Li Zhihao frowned slightly, secretly surprised. He hadn't expected Zheng Yuan to have such a desperate move. He didn't dare to neglect it. He quickly formed seals with his hands. Runes flew out from his hands and merged into the rope, trying to strengthen the seal.

Zheng Yuan felt the rope's binding force grow stronger, but he had no way out and continued to burn his blood and essence frantically. Each drop of blood burned felt like a wound in his soul, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Suddenly, a faint layer of blood-red armor emerged from his body, a manifestation of the Beast Blood Stage's physical strength reaching its peak. Supported by the blood armor, he exerted force, and the golden rope creaked and broke.

The moment the rope snapped, a powerful force surged in all directions, sending howling winds and whirling sand and rocks flying. Li Zhihao was so shocked by the force that he retreated repeatedly, his eyes filled with astonishment and unwillingness.

After Zheng Yuan broke free, he flashed and rushed towards Li Zhihao like a ghost. His speed was so fast that he left a blood-red afterimage. Li Zhihao hurriedly cast a defensive spell, and a golden shield appeared in front of him.

Zheng Yuan roared, swung a fist, blood-stained, and slammed it into the light shield. With a loud bang, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the light shield. Li Zhihao's face was pale, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He hadn't expected Zheng Yuan to be able to generate such powerful attack power despite the massive loss of his energy and blood.

Zheng Yuan didn't give Li Zhihao a chance to breathe. He punched again, and this time, the light shield shattered completely. Li Zhihao was sent flying by the powerful force, falling heavily to the ground. Zheng Yuan walked towards Li Zhihao, murderous intent in his eyes, and each step left a deep bloody footprint on the ground.

Dan Daozi looked at Zheng Yuan in shock, his eyes full of surprise. It was the Beast Blood Body Technique! This kind of blood-based body-refining technique. When the others around heard the words "Beast Blood Body Technique", they were also surprised and whispered to each other. They all knew how powerful and strange this technique was.

Zheng Yuan had no time to care about other people's reactions. He had just broken free from the golden rope, and his body suffered a lot of backlash from the use of the Beast Blood Body Technique, but his eyes were still fixed on Li Zhihao.

Li Zhihao struggled to stand up, but the severe pain in his body made it difficult for him to move. He looked at Zheng Yuan, and a sense of despair surged in his heart. He knew that he had underestimated Zheng Yuan's strength.

Zheng Yuan's face was as gloomy as water. Holding a gleaming, cold sword, he stepped forward. His eyes, like icy blades, glared coldly at the man. His voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell, "You still don't admit defeat?" Each word carried a biting chill, freezing the air around them.

Today's duel had truly infuriated Zheng Yuan. If it weren't for the faction's strict rules, he would have made this reckless fellow scald his blood. This despicable fellow had used so many bizarre and strange trapping devices that Zheng Yuan was nearly driven to despair. Fortunately, thanks to his good fortune and this body-refining technique, he managed to break free.

Li Zhihao was now in a state of disgrace, his eyes filled with resentment. His clothes were torn, his hair disheveled, and his face flushed with anger and shame. But the facts were before him, and no matter how reluctant he was, he could only grit his teeth and force out those three words, "I lose." The words weighed like a thousand pounds as he clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, revealing his inner turmoil.

Referee number eight quickly raised his voice and said, "Number 388, Zheng Yuan from Alchemy Valley wins!" The voice echoed around the arena, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.

Zheng Yuan's expression was calm as he gave a slight salute to the referee, his every gesture revealing grace. He then steadily walked off the stage. Under the gaze of the crowd, he pulled a healing pill emitting a faint glow from his storage bag and swallowed it without hesitation. The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current spread throughout his body.

At this moment, Zhang Xueyue led a group of people hurriedly towards Zheng Yuan, her eyes full of concern. "Junior Brother Zheng, are you hurt?" Her voice was soft and filled with deep worry. The people around also looked at Zheng Yuan with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. I just got a minor injury, but it's nothing serious and won't affect tomorrow's competition. I'll go back and heal first." Zheng Yuan replied with a smile, his tone revealing confidence.

"Junior Brother Zheng, you go ahead," Zhang Xueyue said, and everyone else echoed him. Zheng Yuan nodded and turned to leave.

Zheng Yuan returned to the alchemy room and immediately sat down to practice qigong to heal his injuries. The alchemy room was silent except for the sound of Zheng Yuan's even breathing. As time passed, a night passed quietly. The chaotic spiritual power in his body gradually stabilized, his injuries were almost completely healed, and he regained his former spirit.

After a full day of intense elimination rounds yesterday, the brutal outcome was shocking. Fully half of the contestants were disqualified from continuing, leaving just over 400 still able to compete. However, even those who won the competition paid a heavy price, suffering severe injuries and having to say goodbye to the next round.

At first light, Liu Pingping and the others eagerly arrived at the square. Not long after, Zheng Yuan joined them. While everyone was still whispering, Dan Daozi and other high-ranking sect leaders arrived. Dan Daozi, with a dignified expression, surveyed the crowd and announced the start of the second round of eliminations. The rules were simple: whoever's name was called entered the arena to compete, and the loser was eliminated immediately.