Immortals Step into Heaven

Xu Wen, on the other hand, was as steady as a rock, doing his best to maintain the power of the lightsaber. He continuously poured in his mana, and the lightsaber's light became more and more dazzling. It continued to advance deep into the ice dragon's mouth, as if to break through this last line of defense.

The ice dragon felt a huge threat and twisted its body wildly. Its huge tail swept towards Xu Wen, trying to disrupt his control of the lightsaber. The tail whistled with the sound of wind, like a giant icicle. Wherever it passed, the air was frozen, forming a series of white trails.

Xu Wen sensed the ice dragon's counterattack, but remained unmoved. He simply stomped his feet on the ground, and a magical shield rose around him, blocking the attack from the ice dragon's tail. As he exerted all his strength to control the lightsaber, it continued to penetrate deeper into the ice dragon's mouth. Wherever the light reached, cracks began to appear on the ice dragon's body.

Zhang Xueyue's eyes flashed with anxiety upon seeing this. She bit her tongue and spurted a mouthful of blood essence onto the ice dragon. Nourished by the blood essence, the ice dragon let out a deafening roar, and the cracks on its body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Simultaneously, the cold mist in its mouth intensified, transforming into countless ice needles that enveloped the lightsaber, attempting to freeze it.

Xu Wen snorted coldly, and the spell in his hand changed again. The runes on the lightsaber flickered faster, emitting bursts of heat, instantly melting the approaching ice needles into droplets. The lightsaber continued to penetrate deeper, with even greater force, stabbing deeply into the ice dragon's mouth again, determined not to stop until it shattered the ice dragon.

The ice dragon, pounded by the heat and power of the lightsaber, was in agony. Its massive body struggled frantically, shaking the entire arena. Zhang Xueyue's face paled further and further, but she refused to give up. She rapidly formed hand seals with her hands, and the ice dragon's body began to expand. It seemed as if the surrounding air had been drained away, forming a massive icy vortex.

Xu Wen felt the powerful suction and chill, knowing it was Zhang Xueyue's desperate attack. He steadied himself and pushed his magic power to its limit. The light from his lightsaber practically became tangible, like a blazing sun, darting deeper into the ice dragon's mouth, engaging in a desperate struggle against it.

The lightsaber pierced the ice dragon's mouth like a blazing arrow, rapidly melting the icy energy within its body wherever it passed. The ice dragon roared in agony, its voice deafening and echoing across the arena. It strained its jaws with all its might, attempting to crush the lightsaber.

Xu Wen had already poured all his magic power into the lightsaber. Veins popped out on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain. The lightsaber's light became brighter and brighter, and each rune seemed to be burning. It continued to rush towards the vital parts of the ice dragon, resisting the huge pressure in the ice dragon's mouth. With a bang, the ice dragon was broken.

With a resounding bang, the ice dragon's massive body shattered like shattered crystal, sending countless shards of ice flying in all directions. Illuminated by the sunlight, it resembled a dazzling rain of ice crystals. For a moment, an icy mist filled the arena, and a bone-chilling aura spread wantonly.

Xu Wen gasped for breath, his mana nearly depleted, but a determined glint still shone in his eyes. He recalled his lightsaber and stood with it, watching the movements in the icy mist warily, wary of any subsequent moves by Zhang Xueyue.

The icy mist gradually dissipated, and Zhang Xueyue's figure gradually emerged. Lying on the ground, her face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Xu Wen looked up and saw that Zhang Xueyue's face was as pale as paper, her usually bright eyes were tightly closed, and a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her appearance shocked him.

Zhang Xueyue's figure was originally as light as an immortal, but now she fell to the ground in a mess like a butterfly with broken wings. Her clothes were stained with dust and blood, which looked particularly glaring.

The referee reacted quickly, rushing forward to check. He first extended his finger to feel Zhang Xueyue's breath, and upon feeling the faint but still present breath, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then carefully examined Zhang Xueyue's injuries, finding that her life was not in danger, and finally felt relieved.

The referee took out an exquisite little jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a healing medicine emitting a faint halo from it, and carefully fed it into Zhang Xueyue's mouth. The healing medicine melted in her mouth and slowly went down her throat.

After a brief pause, the referee slowly stood up, looked around solemnly, and then loudly announced: In this sect competition, Xu Wen, with his outstanding ability, won first place, while Zhang Xueyue, despite defeat, still bravely won second place. The top ten can apply for rewards from the sect leader. His voice echoed throughout the venue, reaching everyone's ears.

As the referee's call fell, the crowd fell silent, then erupted in thunderous cheers and discussions. Xu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, a mixture of joy at victory and concern for Zhang Xueyue's injury. He quickly walked towards Zhang Xueyue and, under the gaze of everyone, gently picked her up.

At this point, the sect's elders also nodded in approval of the competition's outcome. Sect Leader Dan Daozi beamed with satisfaction. He looked at Xu Wen and the injured Zhang Xueyue, secretly admiring the extraordinary talents of these young disciples. "This generation of disciples has a promising future," the sect leader whispered to the elders beside him.

Then he turned around and shouted to everyone that three months later, the top 100 Qi-refining disciples would gather in Danqing Valley and go to the Yunlong Sect secret realm for the trial.

Xu Wen carried Zhang Xueyue off the stage. Liu Pingping hurried over and shouted, "Senior Sister Zhang, how are you?" Her eyes were full of anxiety and concern, and her eyes were slightly red, with tears welling up in them.

Xu Wen whispered, "Junior Sisters Liu and Zhang are not in danger of their lives." Liu Pingping finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when her eyes met Zhang Xueyue's pale, bloodless face, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She looked at Xu Wen with a hint of resentment, "How could you hurt Senior Sister Zhang like this?" Xu Wen's lips moved, wanting to explain but not knowing where to begin. A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

Liu Pingping said, "I'll take Senior Sister Zhang to heal her." Then, she took Zhang Xueyue from Xu Wen's hands. She hurried away, turning and leaving Xu Wen standing there alone, looking somewhat dejected.

Liu Pingping held Zhang Xueyue and walked quickly through the crowd, constantly muttering, "Senior sister, you must be okay."

The disciples around them consciously made way for them, following their figures with their eyes, all worried about Zhang Xueyue's injuries.

Zheng Yuan and Tang Shishan had been staring nervously at the arena, but when they saw the Foundation Establishment referee had already intervened and learned that Zhang Xueyue was not seriously injured, they stopped. They exchanged a glance, and the worry in their eyes gradually dissipated. Now that the crisis was over, they did not move forward.