Immortals Step into Heaven

Her eyes fell directly on Zhang Dabao, who was lying on the ground. Zhang Dabao was in a miserable state, covered in dust, his clothes were torn in several places, and there were several scratches on his face.

Liu Pingping saw him lying on the ground and was about to whip him. Her raised arm caused the whip to make a whistling sound, and the next second it was about to hit Zhang Dabao hard.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, watching this scene nervously. At this moment, Zhang Dabao saw this, a flash of fear in his eyes, and he quickly shouted with all his strength, "I surrender!" His voice trembled with weakness. He knew very well that he was already at the end of his strength. If he was whipped again, he would probably not even have the strength to stand up, let alone continue fighting. He would be completely defeated.

Liu Pingping's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident yet slightly cunning smile. She suddenly retracted her arm, stopping the whip she was wielding. The whip, which had been whistling, fell quietly to her side like a tamed snake.

At this moment, the powerful voice of the referee on the No. 10 ring sounded at the same time, "Danqinggu, Liu Pingping wins!" This voice was like a huge bell, echoing around the entire ring, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the onlookers, and cheers and applause surged towards the ring like waves.

After more than ten rounds of competition, it was finally Xu Wen's turn to play.

The arena was packed with people, all eager for the upcoming match. Xu Wen calmly walked onto stage 9, his gaze firm and steady, as if he had a clear vision of the upcoming battle.

His opponent was a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining in the Alchemy Valley. This person was also quite famous in the Alchemy Valley and possessed considerable strength. Many people thought that this would be a evenly matched contest.

However, from the very beginning of the match, Xu Wen showed his extraordinary strength. His figure was ghostly, his swordsmanship was exquisite, and every move and every style contained great power.

On the other hand, the cultivator from the Alchemy Valley was completely powerless under Xu Wen's violent assault, and could only struggle to cope. Before long, Xu Wen easily defeated his opponent with a near-crushing demeanor, successfully advancing to the top 200.

The match continued, and the tense atmosphere remained undiminished. Soon, Zheng Yuan heard the resounding and powerful voice of the referee on stage 9, shouting, "Zheng Yuan from Liandan Valley versus Liu Wenjie from Tiemu Valley!"

Zheng Yuan walked onto stage 9. Liu Wenjie was already standing there, his face proud and proud. The aura emanating from his twelfth-level Qi Refining cultivation made the air around them seem heavier. He looked at Zheng Yuan coldly, his eyes filled with provocation.

Referee No. 9 shouted loudly, "The match begins!" The sound exploded around the ring like thunder.

Zheng Yuan calmly reached into his storage bag and took out his Water Ripple Sword. The sword shone with a faint light like ripples on water.

On the other side, Liu Wenjie was not to be outdone. He took out a top-grade magical long sword that emitted a sharp cold light from his storage bag.

The two men faced each other for a moment, then attacked almost simultaneously. Liu Wenjie took the lead, swinging his sword with a streak of cold light as he fiercely slashed towards Zheng Yuan. The momentum of the strike was astonishing, as if it had the power to split mountains and split rocks.

Zheng Yuan's eyes focused, and his footwork moved swiftly. His figure flashed like a ghost, easily dodging the fierce blow. At the same time, he thrust the Water Ripple Sword forward, its tip aimed directly at Liu Wenjie's throat. The speed was so fast it resembled a stream of light. Startled, Liu Wenjie quickly swung his sword to block.

The swords clashed, emitting a sharp buzzing sound. Liu Wenjie felt a powerful force emanating from the blades, causing his arms to numb slightly. However, he was, after all, a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi training and possessed extensive combat experience. He steadied himself, stomped his legs hard on the ring, and used the recoil to leap back several feet.

Zheng Yuan pressed forward, unleashing the Blood Blade Technique. His Water-Rippled Sword spun forth a cascade of blood-red sword flowers, swirling towards Liu Wenjie like a nimble blood snake. Liu Wenjie took a deep breath, his eyes a cold glint. The long sword in his hand glowed brightly, a faint shimmer of flame swirling around it. He swung his sword fiercely at the incoming sword flowers. The flames collided with the Water-Rippled Sword, instantly erupting into a thick fog that enveloped most of the arena.

Liu Wenjie took the opportunity to conceal himself and silently moved to the side of Zheng Yuan, attempting to launch a surprise attack. However, Zheng Yuan was prepared. He closed his eyes, relying on his keen senses to detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him. Just as Liu Wenjie was about to swing his sword, Zheng Yuan suddenly turned and thrust his Water Ripples Sword out like a dragon emerging from the sea. The sword's spiritual energy surged, striking Liu Wenjie in the face.

Liu Wenjie was shocked. He had never thought his sneak attack would be discovered. It was too late to dodge. He made a quick decision, holding his long sword across his face and exerting all his spiritual power. The flames on the long sword instantly rose, forming a wall of fire.

Zheng Yuan's water-patterned sword pierced the wall of fire, emitting a sizzling sound. Water and fire mingled, releasing spiritual energy. Zheng Yuan shouted, the blood-glow on his sword intensifying. He pressed forward with all his might, seemingly suppressing the flames. Liu Wenjie gritted his teeth in resistance, veins bulging on his forehead, and his feet ripped cracks into the stone slabs of the arena.

As the two sides reached a stalemate, Liu Wenjie suddenly tossed several water arrow talismans from his storage bag, transforming them into sharp arrows that hurtled towards Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan frowned slightly, forced to withdraw some of his magic power, and with a swipe of his water-patterned sword, he conjured a blood-red shield. The water arrows struck the shield, sending splattering blood. Seizing this opportunity, Liu Wenjie swung his sword again, its blade engulfed in blazing flames, and charged towards Zheng Yuan.

A cold glint flashed in Zheng Yuan's eyes. Facing Liu Wenjie's fierce attack, he advanced instead of retreating. The Water Rippled Sword in his hand quickly changed its form, its blood-red glow growing thicker, transforming into a bloody shadow as it charged towards the long sword.

The swords collided again, creating a resounding sound. The powerful impact caused the air around them to visibly fluctuate. Zheng Yuan sensed the force of Liu Wenjie's strike and stomped his feet on the ground to steady himself, while his spiritual energy continuously flowed into the Water Ripple Sword.

Liu Wenjie was not willing to be outdone. He pushed the power of fire to the extreme, and the flame on the long sword seemed to burn everything around it.

Amidst the flashes of swords and the interplay of flames and blood, the clash of magical powers intensified. Zheng Yuan's clothes rustled, sweat dripped from his forehead, yet his gaze remained blazing. The power of his Blood Blade Art gradually increased, and the blood-red light from the Water Rippled Sword, as if possessed of intelligence, began to entwine itself around the blade, attempting to suppress the raging flames.