The Legend of the Netherworld

There were discussions from the stands:

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Daoyi has broken through to the second level of Jiayin in seclusion, and seriously injured Lin Xiao's friend Wang Yiming. It seems that he was trying to intimidate Lin Xiao. The most important thing is that Elder Chanxin acquiesced!" The voice was low but spread quickly around the stands like an explosion.

"Not only that, Lin Xiao brought Senior Sister Lin Jiao to the door to seek justice, but they were jointly repelled by Senior Brothers Li Qing and Daoyi. In the end, it was Elder Chanxin who couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to stop them."

The discussion is getting more and more heated, and new revelations are constantly emerging, which will undoubtedly add infinite passion and highlights to the upcoming battle.

"Daoyi has been practicing for more than 20 years and has become a master in the Feng Shui Academy. Lin Xiao has only been practicing for more than three years, but his realm has been raised to the eighth level of Jiazi. Such a rapid improvement must have an unstable foundation. I am optimistic about Brother Daoyi." A disciple shared his opinion confidently.

"That makes sense. I really can't figure out how Lin Xiao can win this game." Everyone agreed.

Lin Jiao looked up at the cold-faced Lin Xiao beside her and said softly, "Brother Lin Xiao, no one will disturb this battle anymore. Release your anger as much as you can for Wang Yiming."

Lin Xiao's expression was cold and he did not respond, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, like the god of death walking out of the gates of hell. He then jumped and came to the center of the ring.

At this time, Daoyi had not shown up yet, and everyone's eyes kept scanning, looking for Daoyi's figure.

Daoyi sat alone in a corner of the upper level of the stands, his legs trembling constantly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead like a heavy rain, and his robe was already soaked with sweat.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Xiao on the ring. The fear in his heart then magnified and gradually spread throughout his body. The voices of people talking about Daoyi came from all around and gave him the final blow.

He raised his arm tremblingly, put the black pill that Elder Chanxin had placed in his palm into his mouth, closed his eyes, raised his head, and swallowed the black pill completely with saliva.

Daoyi suddenly opened his eyes, and the fear in his heart disappeared instantly. His strength surged like waves, and the sweat on his head was replaced by bulging blue veins. His face was ferocious, and he roared. The Taoist robe on his upper body was shaken off, revealing his strong muscles, and emitting a terrifying aura all around.

The roar also attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Daoyi. Daoyi's condition after taking the medicine impressed everyone, and they all praised Daoyi in front of them.

"No wonder he showed up just now, it turns out he was just warming up, Senior Brother Daoyi is so handsome!" Many junior sisters shouted enthusiastically.

"The physique displayed by Daoyi and the aura he exudes are actually on par with Senior Brother Li Qing. It seems that Daoyi has received personal instruction from Senior Brother Li Qing. I wonder how Lin Xiao will cope with this," a powerful disciple in the stands gave a fair evaluation.

"Lin Xiao, just admit defeat. Why are you still fighting? The gap between the two of you is like the chasm in the abyss. One is in the world and the other is on the earth. Don't be so ignorant of your own life and death." The fanatical junior brothers of Zen Hall challenged loudly.

"Give up! Give up! Give up!" Organized and rhythmic shouts have appeared and echoed above the ring.

Lin Jiao stared intently at Daoyi standing at the corner of the stands, thinking to herself, "Daoyi today is different from what I've seen before. It's impossible for someone to improve so much in such a short period of time."

Then Lin Xiao turned to look at Lin Xiao and shouted with all his might, "Brother Lin Xiao, be careful, Daoyi is very unusual today." But the roars around him completely drowned out Lin Jiao's warning. At this time, Wang Hao and the other two also came to Lin Jiao's side and watched Lin Xiao's fight together.

Lin Xiao's expression remained calm, his eyes as cold as ice. The boos from the surroundings had no effect on Lin Xiao at all. He stared at Daoyi in the stands.

At this time, Daoyi showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, lifted his feet, and then jumped into the ring. There was a heavy sound of hitting the ground, which completely aroused the enthusiasm of the people in the stands. Several sisters with low cultivation were so excited that they fainted on the spot. Fortunately, they received medical treatment in time.

Daoyi and Lin Xiao looked at each other on the ring, as if an eye battle had quietly begun.

The two did not salute each other, and the competition broke out violently at the moment the battle of eyes ended. Daoyi roared towards the sky, and a powerful sand tornado blew up on the ring. Both of them were in the core of the tornado, and the slow and continuous wind and sand rushed directly into Lin Xiao's eyes, trying to reduce his vision.

The disciples of the Chan Yi Tang in the stands watched this scene, their triumphant atmosphere reaching its peak. All of them, men and women alike, turned their backs, placed their hands on their shoulders, and danced joyfully, shouting, "Beat him, beat him, beat him!"

Liu Yi held Lin Jiao's right hand tightly, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at Lin Xiao with a worried look. Lin Jiao, on the other hand, looked calm. She placed her left hand on both of Liu Yi's and comforted him, "Don't worry, Lin Xiao, it's fine."

Daoyi seized the opportunity, took advantage of the wind and sand, leaped forward, and rushed towards Lin Xiao. The sledgehammer in his hand then appeared, smashing down with the momentum of a mountain.

Lin Xiao's long-suppressed anger finally erupted. Two flames suddenly appeared in his eyes, his face turned red, and his fists were clenched. Seeing the sledgehammer coming, he easily turned his body to the side, turned around, and smashed his fist towards Daoyi's cheek.

Daoyi saw his sledgehammer strike Lin Xiao fiercely, but the moment he struck, Lin Xiao vanished from sight. Daoyi's expression suddenly changed, and he froze for a moment before a shock hit his cheek. He felt a forceful impact and flew backwards as if weightless, falling heavily onto the ring, his two sledgehammers scattered to the side.

The people in the stands watched in disbelief at everything that happened in the sandstorm, and then the scene became quiet. The Zen Hall disciples who had been cheering and celebrating with their backs against the stands turned around and fell into deep silence, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

"Good fight!" Lin Jiao cheered loudly for Lin Xiao. The silence at the scene made the cheers stand out even more, making them as loud as thunder. Liu Yi, Wang Hao, Yuan Hong and others also cheered.

"Good fight! Beat him hard!" Led by Lin Jiao's shouts, the disciples of Sanyuan Palace immediately changed camps and cheered for Lin Xiao.

Originally, Sanyuan Palace and Chanyi Hall were at odds with each other. Before the battle started, everyone knew the gap between Daoyi and Lin Xiao, and they were not optimistic about Lin Xiao. Now that Lin Xiao beat Daoyi up, they naturally had to switch camps, adding fuel to the fire.

Daoyi quickly mobilized his own strength, turned around with his back against the ring, raised his feet together, and tried to kick with his feet, relying on the strength of his waist to stand up gracefully.

However, at the moment of pushing off the ground, Lin Xiao's left foot smashed down like a mountain, stepping hard on Daoyi's face. Lin Xiao rubbed his foot left and right on Daoyi's face, as if trampling on Daoyi's dignity.

Daoyi's face felt extremely uncomfortable. Under Lin Xiao's powerful kick, Daoyi had no choice but to open his mouth, gasping for breath, saliva flowing out of his mouth. He raised his hands to grab Lin Xiao's feet, trying to move Lin Xiao's big feet away.

Lin Xiao suddenly transferred his energy to his feet, instantly shaking Daoyi's hands away. With the help of his energy, he crushed Daoyi's chin with his feet. The jawbone pierced Daoyi's skin, and bloody bones and blood oozed out.

His face was still filled with anger, and a hint of murderous intent surged in his eyes. He raised his left foot and unleashed a "whirlwind kick", hitting Daoyi's head with the force of the raging wind.

Daoyi flew out rapidly like a puppet, and only stopped after crashing hard into the barrier at the edge of the ring.

The disciples of Chan Yi Tang looked ashen, and the atmosphere of watching the game dropped to freezing point. Even the junior sister covered her face with her hands, as if to hide the truth.

However, the disciples of Sanyuan Palace were completely different. The atmosphere had reached a climax, and they kept mocking and sighing at Chanyi Hall.

Daoyi, who had been lying motionless at the barrier, suddenly reached out and slapped the ground of the arena.

The disciples of Chan Yi Tang were the first to see this movement and hurriedly shouted, "Look, Senior Brother Daoyi is still moving."

The little junior sister also took away her covering hands and looked at Senior Brother Daoyi lying on the ground with a shocked expression. The other disciples at the scene were also stunned for a moment.

Lin Xiao also noticed Daoyi's hand movements and was shocked: "Not good!"