Immortals Step into Heaven

At this moment, a flicker of determination flashed in Chen Nianzhi's eyes. He bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the water curtain shield. The water curtain instantly glowed brightly, and the trembling state stabilized a little, and the ripples gradually subsided.

Zhang Dong was horrified upon seeing this. He knew he couldn't delay any longer. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. The light on his flying sword suddenly increased, transforming into several sword shadows that simultaneously charged towards the water curtain. This attack was a desperate attempt, with all his might.

Chen Nianzhi felt the powerful attack and his face turned even paler. He mobilized all his spiritual energy and poured it into the water curtain, but it still cracked. He knew that once the water curtain shattered, he would be powerless to fight back, but he had no way to retreat and could only hold on.

With a resounding crack, the water curtain finally shattered, shattering like a mirror. Chen Nianzhi's eyes widened in frustration, but before he could react, Zhang Dong's flying sword struck him like lightning. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and was sent flying, falling heavily to the ground. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to his feet, but found his body was no longer able to respond. He knew he had lost the battle, completely.

Seeing this, the referee on stage seven shouted that Zhang Dong won.

Chen Nianzhi was also carried off the stage.

Zheng Yuan had also returned to the alchemy room a long time ago. For Zheng Yuan, it was enough to be in the top 100 and get a place in the Yunlong Sect. As for the top three, he was not too interested.

The next day, sunlight streamed down onto the Danqing Palace square, coating the ground in a golden glow. Zheng Yuan arrived; today was the official day for the finals. The competition had already begun, and the sounds of shouting, cheering, and the clash of weapons intertwined, filling the air.

Zheng Yuan was listening to the movements around him with his ears perked up. Suddenly, the loud voice of the referee on the No. 1 ring came into his ears: Zhang Xueyue versus Zheng Yuan.

Upon hearing this news, Zheng Yuan's face was slightly startled, a complex expression flashing across his eyes. He had never imagined that he would actually face Zhang Xueyue in the first round. Zhang Xueyue was a well-known figure within the sect. Not only was she highly spiritually powerful, but she was also skilled in swordsmanship, making her one of the favorites to win the championship.

Zhang Xueyue leaped lightly onto the stage, her white robe whiter than snow, her sleeves fluttering like a fairy descending to earth. She looked at Zheng Yuan and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Zheng. I'll be gentle and won't embarrass you." Her voice was as clear and melodious as a mountain spring, but it carried an undeniable confidence.

After hearing this, Zheng Yuan smiled slightly, revealing two shallow dimples. "Thank you very much, Senior Sister." His smile looked very calm, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the game.

The two came to the ring, and the audience around them suddenly quieted down, all eyes focused on them. The referee on the ring looked serious. He looked at the two and announced loudly, "The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yuan shouted, "I give up." His voice was clear and loud, echoing in the silent square.

Zhang Xueyue's face changed. She had never expected Zheng Yuan to give up so easily. She chuckled and asked, "Junior Brother Zheng, why are you doing this? You haven't even fought me yet, how can you give up so easily?" Her eyes were filled with confusion, and her brows furrowed slightly, appearing puzzled.

Zheng Yuan chuckled and said, "Senior Sister Zhang, I'm not even in the top ten. It doesn't matter where I lose. Admitting defeat now will give you a leg up. Senior Sister, you're incredibly powerful, and this match is crucial to you. Why should I waste your time and energy?" His eyes were clear and sincere, without a trace of hypocrisy.

Zhang Xueyue was slightly startled, looking at Zheng Yuan's sincere face, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. "Junior Brother Zheng, if you act like this, I... don't know what to do." She sighed. "Although you didn't make the top ten, you might still have a chance if we fought." "Giving up so easily, how can we cultivators have such an attitude?"

Zheng Yuan scratched his head. "Senior Sister, I understand. I came here to learn, and now, witnessing your grace, is more than enough. Furthermore, I don't want my stubbornness to cause you unnecessary exhaustion and affect the subsequent competition." He then bowed to Zhang Xueyue and prepared to leave the ring.

Zhang Xueyue looked at Zheng Yuan's back and secretly made up her mind that she would repay Zheng Yuan for what he did today when she had the chance.

A few days later, in this highly anticipated competition, Xu Wen, Zhang Xueyue, Liu Pingping, Tang Shishan, Chen Dong, Su Meng, Qin An, and other outstanding players successfully broke into the top ten. Each of them possessed extraordinary strength, having overcome all obstacles in the previous competition and stood out, shining like bright stars on the field.

At this moment, Xu Wen, Zhang Xueyue, Su Meng, and Tang Shishan became the center of attention, fiercely battling for the top three spots. Beside the bustling arena #10, the audience held their breath, nervously watching every move. The referee's resounding voice rang out, signaling Xu Wen versus Tang Shishan.

The two men swiftly flew onto the ring, their robes fluttering, their expressions solemn yet confident. Seeing that they were ready, the referee immediately announced loudly that the match had begun.

Xu Wen looked at Tang Shishan, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He said softly, "Junior Brother Tang, I've never had the chance to fight you before. Today is a good opportunity. I hope you can give it your all." His eyes flashed with a fighting spirit, and he had been looking forward to this competition for a long time.

Tang Shishan also smiled lightly and responded, "Brother Xu, as you wish, I also want to know who is better between us." As he spoke, he exuded a powerful aura.

Xu Wen's expression froze. He reached into his storage bag and pulled out a top-grade magical flying sword, emitting a chilling cold light. Runes shimmered on the blade, revealing its extraordinary power. Xu Wen shouted, "Junior Brother Tang, watch out!" Under Xu Wen's exquisite control, the flying sword, like a flash of lightning, hurtled towards Tang Shishan, sending a whistling wind whistling through its path.

Tang Shishan was not to be outdone. He quickly took out a top-grade magical axe from his back, clenched his hands, and instantly unleashed the Eighteen Mountain-Breaking Axes. The shadows of the axes were numerous, each one containing the power to split mountains and split rocks, and they flew towards the flying sword.

The flying sword and the axe shadow collided instantly, unleashing a dazzling burst of light that spread outward like the blazing sun. Everyone in the audience shielded themselves with their sleeves. Amidst the light, the crisp clash of weapons could be heard, reminiscent of the clanging of swords or the struggle between dragons and tigers.