Immortals Step into Heaven

Liu Wenjie's face flushed crimson, veins popping from the exertion on his hands. With a loud shout, he spun his long sword violently, sending a spiral of flames escaping the bloody yawn and charging back at Zheng Yuan. The intense heat of the flames cracked the stone slabs of the arena, and the air around them became incredibly scorching.

Zheng Yuan's expression was solemn upon seeing this. He quickly changed his steps, his body as fast as lightning, and dodged the surging spiral of flames at the critical moment. The flames brushed against the edge of his clothes, and the scorching heat still made his skin sting.

Zheng Yuan knew he couldn't let Liu Wenjie take the initiative any longer. He took a deep breath, and like a surging river, his magical power converged on the Water Ripple Sword. The Water Ripple Sword shone brightly, its original blood-red glow now tinged with strands of azure light. He raised the sword high above his head, and in an instant, the light on the sword transformed into a massive sword shadow, slashing fiercely at Liu Wenjie. Wherever the sword shadow passed, space seemed to distort slightly.

The sword shadow whizzed towards Liu Wenjie like a broken bamboo, its speed leaving him unable to dodge. He hastily held his long sword across his body, attempting to block the astonishing blow. However, Zheng Yuan's sword shadow, imbued with magical power, was not so easily resisted.

With a resounding "bang," the sword shadow and the long knife collided, a powerful force erupting instantly. Liu Wenjie flew backward like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the edge of the ring. The long knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang. The flames were extinguished, his clothes were shredded, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with resentment, but he could no longer stand up.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I'm on top of this. I'll go back and meditate and regulate my breathing, so I can be in top form for tomorrow's Top 100 competition." Zheng Yuan bowed slightly to Senior Sister, his gaze firm and steady.

Afterward, Zheng Yuan said his goodbyes to Tang Shishan and the others one by one. He hurried back to the alchemy room, where it was quiet and peaceful, filled with a faint medicinal aroma. He quickly sat down on the cushion and began practicing the Earth Spirit Technique to restore his mana. The surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered around him, wrapping around him like silk threads, then gradually seeping into his body, nourishing his somewhat depleted mana.

The night passed quickly, and the next day, the Top 1 competition had already begun. The arena was bustling with activity. Arena No. was even more crowded with disciples from various sects, all eagerly anticipating the exciting showdown. The referee stood in the center of the arena. He cleared his throat and shouted, "Tang Shishan of the Alchemy Valley versus Suluo of the Spiritual Medicine Valley!" His voice resonated like a bell, echoing through the air.

When Su Luo heard the referee's call, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He flashed, transformed into a ray of light, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived on the No. 1 ring.

His movements were incredibly powerful, light and graceful, like a leaf dancing in the wind, yet swifter than the wind. Everyone looked and saw that he had reached the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. His aura was powerful, and a faint glow circulated around his body, demonstrating his extraordinary strength.

Tang Shishan calmly walked onto stage number one. His expression was calm, and his deep eyes were clear, like a bottomless pool. He stood still and looked at Su Luo calmly, without a trace of emotion.

At this time, Sura was also looking Tang Shishan up and down, trying to find a flaw in his expression and posture.

Seeing this, the referee shouted loudly, "The match begins!" The sound rang out around the ring like thunder.

Sura's eyes flashed, and he quickly pulled a black, top-grade flying sword from his storage bag. As soon as the sword appeared, it exuded a chilling aura. The blade seemed to be shrouded in black smoke, like a demonic predator seeking its prey. Sura muttered to himself, his hand gestures constantly changing. The black, top-grade flying sword instantly transformed into a stream of black light, hurtling towards Tang Shishan at astonishing speed. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Not to be outdone, Tang Shishan, his expression solemn, reached up and pulled out a top-grade magical axe from his storage bag. The moment the axe appeared, a surge of powerful force emanated from it, and the axe blade gleamed with a cold light, seemingly capable of severing anything. Tang Shishan gripped the axe handle tightly, his feet slightly apart, firmly planted in a horse stance, ready to respond, his eyes fixed on the incoming sword.

Tang Shishan used the Eighteen Axes to break the mountain, raised the axe and chopped out three axe lights, slashing towards the flying sword.

Three axe lights flashed like dragons emerging from the sea, fiercely slashing at the black flying sword that was hurtling towards them. Wherever the axe lights passed, a "chi chi" sound was emitted.

Seeing this, Sura's face paled slightly. He hadn't expected Tang Shishan's counterattack to be so fierce. He hurriedly used his magic formula, trying to change the trajectory of the flying sword. The black flying sword paused in mid-air, then nimbly dodged two of the axe flashes, but the third still grazed the flying sword. With a crisp "ding!" sparks flew, and the flying sword was knocked to one side, its blade humming as if it were groaning in pain.

Tang Shishan seized the opportunity and took a sudden step forward, causing the arena to tremble. He roared, his magical power surging and channeling into his axe, which instantly shone brightly. He swung the axe again, and a massive axe shadow, like a small mountain, descended upon Sura. Wherever the axe shadow passed, a mark was carved into the arena's floor. If it weren't for the formation protecting the arena, this blow would have split the arena in two.

Sura frowned, knowing full well the power of this blow. He quickly recalled his flying sword and held it horizontally before him. At the same time, he formed a seal with both hands, creating a magical shield in front of him. The black flying sword spun rapidly around the shield, forming a small protective whirlwind. The huge axe shadow collided with the protective whirlwind, making a deafening roar, and the powerful impact spread out in all directions.

At the center of the collision, the axe shadow and the protective whirlwind were locked in a stalemate. Tang Shishan gripped the axe tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead as he continuously increased his mana output, trying to break through Sura's defense. Sura's face was also solemn, his lips trembling slightly, as he tried his best to maintain the rotation of the shield and flying sword, mana pouring out of him like water.

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the axe shadow, and it seemed about to shatter. Seeing this, Sura's eyes flashed with joy. But at this moment, Tang Shishan bit his tongue, spat a mouthful of blood onto the axe, and roared, "Break!" The axe shadow, which was about to shatter, suddenly solidified again and erupted with even greater force. It pressed forward, breaking through the protective whirlwind in one fell swoop and slashing straight at Sura.

Su Luo's face was filled with shock. He pulled out a top-grade defensive magic shield from his storage bag and held it in front of him. The axe shadow, with a tremendous force, slammed into the shield, making a teeth-grinding friction sound. For a moment, the aftermath of the magic power rippled around like a surging wave. Su Luo's arms were numb from the huge impact, and his body slid backwards involuntarily.