Immortals Step into Heaven

Tang Shishan's forehead was bulging with veins, his eyes wide open as he stared in the direction Su Meng was sent flying. His arms were trembling slightly from the exertion, and the axe in his hand was raised high, but the moment he saw Su Meng flying out of the ring, he used all his strength to stop the seventh axe that was about to be launched.

Each of the previous six axe strikes had seemed to consume a vast amount of his mana, a vast amount pouring out of him like a dam opening, his mana surging like a river, never to return. He knew perfectly well that if he swung another axe, his mana would be completely depleted like a burnt-out candle. Su Meng had already been thrown from the ring in disarray. The match had already concluded, and there was no need for him to continue.

Referee No. 3 was watching the action intently, his sharp gaze capturing every detail. When he saw Su Meng being knocked off the stage like a kite with its string cut, his expression froze. Then, with full force, he announced, "Tang Shishan has won, taking third place!" His voice resonated like thunder throughout the bustling arena, instantly causing an uproar among the audience.

After witnessing this thrilling match, the audience was in an uproar, and discussions broke out one after another. Tang Shishan was wise not to chop down with that last axe, otherwise it would have been dangerous.

A young man in coarse linen clothes spoke excitedly. An elderly man beside him nodded slightly, stroking his beard and saying, "Yes, this Tang Shishan is both brave and resourceful, and his control of his magical power is just right." Meanwhile, several children were chattering away, their eyes filled with admiration for the person on the stage.

At this moment, the resounding voice of referee No. 2 rang out: Xu Wen vs. Zhang Xueyue! This voice drew everyone's attention again, and everyone was eager to see the final. What kind of exciting match would it be?

On Arena No. 2, Xu Wen stood tall and straight, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He looked across at Zhang Xueyue and said with a gentle chuckle, "Junior Sister Zhang, today we're competing against each other. Be careful." His tone was filled with respect for his opponent and a determination to win. Zhang Xueyue, a graceful young woman, her expression solemn yet stubborn, stared back at Xu Wen, as if responding to his silent challenge.

Both men had reached the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, their strength formidable. However, Xu Wen had reached this realm years earlier, possessing a more solid foundation and greater experience. Although Zhang Xueyue later reached the same level, she knew that even with her exceptional swordsmanship, she had no chance of victory against Xu Wen.

At this moment, the referee shouted, "The match begins!" The sound exploded in the air like thunder, like a spark igniting the fuse of battle, instantly raising the tension in the entire arena to an extreme level. The audience, which had been a bit noisy, suddenly fell silent, everyone holding their breath, staring intently at the arena.

Zhang Xueyue's beautiful eyes narrowed, and with a wave of her delicate hand, a top-grade magical flying sword, emitting a faint blue glow, flew out of her storage bag. The flying sword streaked through the air with a dazzling blue light, carrying a chilling aura like an afterimage as it charged towards Xu Wen.

Xu Wen's expression froze. He slapped his storage bag, revealing a top-grade magical longsword in his hand. The blade gleamed with a cold light, shrouded in an icy aura. He fixed his gaze on the incoming flying sword, stomped his feet hard on the arena floor, and dodged the sword's sharp edge like an arrow. Simultaneously, he swung his sword into several sword flowers, each imbued with powerful magical energy, transforming into streaks of silver light that shot back towards Zhang Xueyue.

Zhang Xueyue saw Xu Wen dodge the attack and quickly counterattack, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She quickly formed a seal with her jade hands, and the blue flying sword circled in the air, instantly splitting into several identical flying swords, which flew towards the silver light like a flock of blue birds. For a moment, the blue and silver lights intertwined and collided, erupting with powerful magical power.

The arena seemed enveloped by a brilliant light, and the air currents created by the impact of the magical power spread outward like surging waves. Some spectators with lower cultivation levels were forced back repeatedly by this force, their faces filled with shock.

Zhang Xueyue seized this opportunity, tapping her feet lightly and soaring into the air like a dancing fairy. Her hands danced, her finger movements shifting as the blue flying swords shone brightly, merging into one again. The blade grew several times larger, like a giant beast, bearing immense force and bearing down on Xu Wen. Xu Wen felt the overwhelming pressure and took a deep breath, his mana surging wildly. He raised the sword above his head and shouted loudly. A dazzling beam of white light shot out from the tip, hurtling straight towards the blue flying sword.

The white beam of light and the blue flying sword collided in mid-air, emitting a deafening roar. The powerful impact spread outward from the two as the center. The barrier of the arena was rippled by the impact, and it seemed that it would shatter at any moment. Xu Wen and Zhang Xueyue were both thrown backward by the recoil. Xu Wen forced himself to steady himself in the air, and after landing, he slid back dozens of steps before coming to a stop. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes remained firm.

Zhang Xueyue, using the momentum of her retreat, gracefully flipped in mid-air, landing steadily on the edge of the ring. She bit her lower lip, her hand formulating incessantly. The blue flying sword struck again, shrouded in wisps of lightning, faster than before, piercing Xu Wen like a bolt of blue lightning. Xu Wen didn't dare to be careless. He spread his feet apart, firmly planted in a horse stance, and swung his longsword rapidly, forming a dense web of swords in front of him, attempting to block the blue sword's fierce attack.

The lightning-fast blue sword hurtled straight towards Xu Wen's sword net. The moment they made contact, a blinding burst of light erupted, accompanied by a crackling sound, like countless fireworks. The sword net trembled violently under the impact of the flying sword. Xu Wen felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and his mana drained immensely. But he gritted his teeth, maintaining the sword net with all his might.

Seeing this, Zhang Xueyue unleashed the Ice Soul Sword Technique. With a flick of her delicate hand, the surrounding air instantly condensed into countless sharp ice spikes. These crystal-clear spikes shone coldly in the sunlight, like a swarm of silver arrows, whizzing towards Xu Wen. Wherever the spikes passed, the temperature plummeted, and a layer of frost coated the floor of the arena.

Xu Wen's brow furrowed. He knew the power of the Ice Soul Sword Technique well, so he didn't dare slack off. He quickly changed his sword moves, creating a circular mana shield in front of him. The shield shone with golden light, trying to resist the fierce ice spike attack.