Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

The news that Duan Tiangen had come out of seclusion and challenged Liu Xing to a duel spread like wildfire. This powerful confrontation, a peak battle, attracted the attention of all parties. Almost all the Foundation Establishment disciples from the inner and outer sects came to watch the fight, and the arena was densely packed with nearly a thousand disciples. The Jindan manager of the law enforcement department had to step in and lead a large number of law enforcement disciples to the scene to maintain order. Due to the large number of people, the Qi training disciples were not allowed to approach, but there would be a projection ball that would project the battle footage onto the administrative center square, so a large number of Qi training disciples would watch the fight there, and the crowd in the central square was even larger, nearly ten thousand people. This was the largest gathering of people in nearly a hundred years. Some said it was a battle for beauty, while others said it was a battle for the number one outer sect disciple. There were many different opinions and rumors.

Liu Xing had been refining the formation flags in his cave. His friends, Qian Botong, Huang Shan, Su Yingying, and others, sent him messages of concern. Liu Xing smiled calmly, reassuring them that he was well prepared and ready for battle. Even the other peaks had received some news, and some had come to watch the battle. Yue Qianjun and his senior sister, Wen Wan'er, arrived to cheer Liu Xing on.

On the day of the battle, the central square and the arena were packed with people early in the morning. On the death arena, Duan Tiangen sat quietly, his aura like the abyss, making it impossible to discern his true nature.

"This boy has a long-lasting aura, and it seems that his secret technique has been perfected. He is even more powerful than before. Even this old man is not completely sure that he can win the battle. I wonder what ability this Liu Xing has? How dare he stroke the tiger's beard?" The law enforcement elder is in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. He is now standing high above the scene, watching everything below and commenting silently.

Liu Xing arrived with a group of friends. Su Yingying stood at his side, her arm around his, a charming presence, her brows knitted in a gentle frown, a faint worry etched across her face. Even without a smile, she was breathtakingly beautiful, a sight that moved the heart. The male cultivators present were captivated by Su Yingying's beauty, and even more envious and resentful of Liu Xing, cursing and cursing. The female cultivators present were captivated by Liu Xing's ethereal aura, yet also lamented their inability to match Su Yingying's beauty, sighing in frustration.

Liu Xing was also shocked to see so many people at the scene. He was truly famous now. People fear fame, just as pigs fear weight. He didn't know how much trouble this would bring. His spiritual sense swept the entire venue and spotted at least three Jindan-stage masters. The law enforcement chief stood high up and was clearly visible. There were also two hidden cultivators mixed in with the crowd. He looked up again and saw that Duan Tiangen had chosen the Death Fight Arena. He seemed very confident in himself. Was he going to fight him to the death? Liu Xing frowned slightly, feeling that Duan Tiangen was a little overconfident, and his inner vigilance could not help but increase. But at this point, there was no turning back. He had no choice but to fight!

"Are you ready for the 100,000 points?" Liu Xing came to the edge of the ring. Instead of making any bold statements, he asked a shocking question, looking like a money-hungry and mercenary.

"Swoosh." Without a word, Duan Tiangen threw out a jade token. This was a temporary savings card, with exactly 100,000 points. Liu Xing transferred the points to his own card. Nodding with satisfaction, he stepped onto the ring. As they entered the ring, they agreed to the rules of a fight to the death.

"I'm afraid you'll live to collect it, but not to spend it!" Duan Tiangen snorted coldly and stood up, his body surging with yin energy, ready to strike. Liu Xing didn't dare to neglect it, and his blue helmet and sharkskin armor lit up to prepare for defense.

"It's been a while since I've seen Old Demon Duan's Dutianmo Gong. It seems he's made some progress during this retreat. I'm still not as good as him." Senior Brother Wang muttered dejectedly.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, waiting for the shocking battle between the two masters. Su Yingying's heart was in her throat, tears in her eyes, and she was very worried. Liu Xing's other friends were also very worried.

"Let me give you a taste of my new magical power, the Dutian Corpse Fire!" Duan Tiangen, also a highly experienced and perceptive warrior, sensed Liu Xing's powerful aura, seemingly surpassing his own. He immediately deployed his signature move, preparing to inflict a heavy blow. He formed a fist, and a powerful current gathered in his chest, swirling repeatedly as if brewing a formidable force. Liu Xing then unsheathed his Loggerhead Shield, which slowly swirled around him. He planned to take the blow head-on, testing his opponent's strength.

"Junior Brother Liu is truly a treasure boy! He possesses three top-grade defensive magical instruments at once. Truly impressive!" The audience erupted in envy. Only the three Jindan-level seniors saw through the essence of the matter. These instruments were crafted from materials derived from fourth-level demon beasts, their defensive power far exceeding anyone's expectations. Furthermore, Liu Xing seemed to still have energy left even after simultaneously wielding three top-grade magical instruments, demonstrating his spiritual power far surpassing that of his peers. It seemed Liu Xing was no less powerful than Duan Tiangen. The outcome of this battle was still uncertain, but this trip to observe was truly worthwhile.

After brewing for a full half-minute, the airflow in front of Duan Tiangen's chest formed a massive flame, so hot that everyone in the audience could feel the heat rising. The immense energy was heart-pounding, as if taking this blow would be annihilated. The Jindan Supervisor immediately flew to the front of the ring and activated another defensive barrier. He seemed to sense the power of the attack and, fearing harm to innocent people, strengthened the ring's defenses. Liu Xing waited quietly, testing Duan Tiangen's strength and his own defenses. If this was a life-and-death vendetta, he wouldn't have given his enemy so much time to prepare his ultimate move. In half a minute, he had already exhausted his opponent with many methods. It was clear that Duan Tiangen's secret technique was extremely powerful, but the long charging time would greatly reduce its effectiveness in actual combat.

"Go to hell!" Duan Tiangen shouted, slowly releasing a fireball of energy from his hand. It flew towards Liu Xing with seemingly slow speed, but actually swiftly. It was almost as powerful as a full-strength attack from a veteran in the early Jindan stage. Liu Xing also channeled 100% of his energy into a fist of energy, which he then delivered to meet the fireball. With a "puff," the fist of energy was annihilated, and the fireball's power was half gone. The remaining fireball was blocked by the Loggerhead Turtle Shield, unable to penetrate any further.

"Blocked!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The scene of Liu Xing being reduced to ashes didn't occur, and everyone screamed in excitement. Duan Tiangen, however, was taken aback. The attack had consumed nearly half of his mana, yet it was so effortlessly blocked by the opponent. He further realized his opponent's strength and regretted his hasty decision to enter the arena. However, there was no such thing as regret. He could only grit his teeth and continue fighting. Liu Xing's face remained expressionless. He had probably gauged the opponent's strength and was keenly aware of the huge mana consumption of the attack, which gave him even greater confidence in the upcoming battle.