Immortals Step into Heaven

He tried to control the giant sword light to break free from the ice dragon's suppression, but the mysterious purple light on the ice dragon seemed to have a tremendous force, making the giant sword light unable to move.

Zhang Xueyue let out a delicate cry, and a strange ice flower mark appeared on her forehead. In a flash of light, the ice dragon exerted its strength again, and the purple light swept towards the giant sword light like a surging tide. Wherever it went, the water vapor in the air was condensed into ice needles, which stabbed towards the giant sword light. The blood-colored power around the giant sword light was constantly weakened.

The giant sword began to tremble violently under the attack of the ice needles, and its once majestic momentum gradually weakened. The person controlling the sword light had a solemn expression, and veins on his forehead bulged, clearly trying his best to resist.

Suddenly, a vast amount of his magical power flowed into the sword light. The sword instantly glowed bright red, melting many of the surrounding ice needles. With a roar, the massive sword light shook violently, forcing a slight break from the suppression of the purple light and ice needles.

But how could Zhang Xueyue let him succeed? She formed hand seals. As if receiving a command, the ice dragon opened its maw, and a deeper purple light emanated from it. This purple light transformed into a purple chain, rapidly wrapping around the giant sword light. In the blink of an eye, the chain tightly wrapped around the giant sword light, tightening continuously, preventing it from moving. Su Meng's face turned pale, and fear flashed in his eyes.

Just as Su Meng was terrified, he felt his connection to the giant sword light completely severed. His spiritual energy was backfired, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. However, Zhang Xueyue showed no mercy. She shouted softly, "Retract!" The light from the ice dragon's mouth grew brighter, and the purple light chain tugged violently, dragging the giant sword light towards the ice dragon.

Seeing this, Su Meng hurriedly pulled dozens of fireball talismans from his storage ring and threw them toward Zhang Xueyue. The fireball talismans instantly ignited in the air, transforming into fierce flames that swept toward Zhang Xueyue. Zhang Xueyue frowned slightly. The ice dragon flicked its tail, sending a gust of bitter cold wind howling out, colliding with the flames in a momentary fusion of ice and fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she flashed and came directly in front of Su Meng, holding the blue ice sword in her hand against Su Meng's throat. Su Meng looked at the ice sword so close to him, his eyes full of fear. He didn't dare to move.

Su Meng's eyes widened in terror, his body trembling like a sieve, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. Under the threat of death, he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior Sister Zhang, I surrender!" His voice, a desperate plea, echoed in the empty space.

Zhang Xueyue stared at Su Meng silently, taking in his pitiful yet ridiculous appearance. His former arrogance had long since vanished, and now he looked like a coward whose courage had been drained away. Zhang Xueyue's lips curled slightly, revealing a slightly mocking smile. That smile was like a snow lotus blooming on an icy plain, beautiful yet dangerous.

She slowly put down the top-grade magic flying sword that was against Su Meng's neck.

Su Meng felt the biting chill on his neck gradually dissipate. He gasped for air as if he had been granted amnesty, his legs giving way as he collapsed to the ground. He didn't dare look up at Zhang Xueyue, but simply lowered his head, his body still trembling, his eyes filled with relief at having survived and a deep fear of Zhang Xueyue.

"Junior Brother Su, thank you for letting me." Zhang Xueyue's red lips parted, a faint smile etched across her lips, like the faint ripples on a lake caused by a gentle breeze. Her voice was soft yet clear, reaching everyone's ears. Her eyes held a hint of calmness and confidence. While there was a hint of teasing in her gaze towards Su Meng, it was more of a tolerance from a strong person towards a loser.

Senior Sister Zhang was joking. It was my junior brother's skills that were inferior. Su Meng's face flushed red, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes: resentment, shame, and, more importantly, admiration for Zhang Xueyue's strength. He tried to make his voice sound steady, but the slight tremor in his voice still betrayed the turmoil within him. The words fell from his mouth like a heavy stone dropped to the ground, filled with helplessness.

At that moment, the powerful voice of referee number nine reverberated throughout the arena area like a resounding bell. Zhang Xueyue won this match, advancing to the top three. She would next face Xu Wen for first place tomorrow. The referee's voice resonated through the air, each word imbued with undeniable authority. He paused, then announced loudly that Su Meng and Tang Shishan would compete for third place tomorrow. These pronouncements instantly heightened the already heated atmosphere, sending gasps and murmurs of anticipation swirling through the crowd, each eager for the ensuing thrilling clash.

The next day, Zheng Yuan came to Dao Square early in the morning. He also wanted to see the skills of his senior brothers and sisters. However, Zheng Yuan did not go to meet them, but found another place to watch. He did not want to disturb their competition.

The resounding voice of the referee on stage number three was clearly audible amidst the clamor. "Tang Shishan and Su Meng, take the stage to compete. The winner will be third place, the loser fourth." This voice, like an order, instantly quieted the previously boisterous crowd, and everyone's gaze turned toward the ring.

The two men stepped onto ring number three. Su Meng's eyes shone with determination; he wanted to win third place. Tang Shishan, on the other hand, looked relaxed. Seeing the two men in position, the referee shouted, "Match Begin!" The word "Begin" struck like a hammer, ringing the bell for the battle.

Su Meng didn't hesitate and slapped his storage bag. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a top-grade magic sword appeared. The sword was shining with cold light.

Su Meng roared, sword in hand, as he charged at Tang Shishan. The blade slashed through the air, stirring up a sharp gust of wind. Seeing this, Tang Shishan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He calmly reached into his storage bag, pulled out a top-grade magical axe, and unleashed the Eighteen Mountain-Breaking Axes.

Tang Shishan swung his axe, a powerful axe blade radiating outwards, seemingly splitting the air as it surged towards Su Meng. Su Meng sensed the overwhelming force, a cold glint in his eyes, and he swung the top-grade magical sword in his hand in a sword flower. Several sword shadows instantly appeared, rushing towards the axe blade.

The sword shadow and the axe blade collided with each other, making a deafening roar, and the powerful impact spread in all directions. Su Meng used the force of the collision to leap back, flipped in the air, and after stabilizing his body, he raised his sword again and rushed towards Tang Shishan like a shadow, the cold light on the sword becoming even more intense.

Tang Shishan saw Su Meng coming at him aggressively, but he was not afraid. He stomped his foot, stabilized his lower body, turned the axe in his hand, and a force stronger than before burst out from the axe, sweeping towards Su Meng, as if to completely crush his light and shadow.