The Legend of the Netherworld

"Today's battle arrangement is so exciting. After Senior Sister Lin Jiao and Senior Brother Li Qing compete, Senior Brother Zhang Ning is scheduled to compete right after them," the disciples in the stands exclaimed in admiration.

"Lei Yong of Xuanzhen Pavilion is at the fourth level of Dingmao, while Senior Brother Zhang Ning is only at the sixth level of Dingmao. I guess we can achieve the same instant kill effect as Senior Brother Zhang Ning," the disciple of Chanyi Hall replied proudly.

"I don't think so. My senior brother is a very capable person. He will be able to kill the four Dingmao realms easily and instantly," the disciples of Tianji Pavilion argued anxiously.

At this moment, Lin Jiao looked at Lin Xiao who was meditating beside her and whispered, "What a pity, I missed the opportunity to understand their strength."

Looking at Lin Xiao who was still meditating, Lin Jiao returned her gaze to the ring. Sensing the aura of the two people on the ring, she sighed inwardly, "It looks like this is going to be another massacre."

Zhang Ning of the Tianji Pavilion and Lei Yong of the Xuanzhen Pavilion saluted and then distanced themselves, their gazes locked on each other. Lei Yong felt his aura being fiercely suppressed. He frowned, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and thought to himself, "Looks like there's no chance of a backup plan today."

Lei Yong suddenly shouted loudly, and quickly mobilized all his strength. He formed seals with his hands and cast a spell, unleashing the "Scorching Sun Array". A huge sun appeared above his head, turning the arena into a huge furnace, and the ground under his feet immediately turned into hot molten lava, boiling and bubbling continuously.

"What? They actually forced Lei Yong to use his ultimate move right away!" the disciples in the stands exclaimed. The Tianji Pavilion disciples' faces showed smugness and arrogance, because they saw the calm expression of their eldest brother in the formation and knew the outcome.

At this time, Zhang Ning stood quietly on the lava, with his hands naturally behind his back, as if he inadvertently revealed a kind of calmness and composure. He looked at Lei Yong with indifference, like a knight waiting for the enemy to attack.

Lei Yong looked at Zhang Ning, who was indifferent across from him, as if he was being mocked. He was immediately furious and cursed, "Once my formation is completed, even the peak of the Dingmao Sixth Realm will not be able to resist it. Pay the price for your arrogance today."

Before he finished speaking, the sun above Lei Yong's head suddenly blazed brightly, and molten lava beneath his feet erupted like a fountain. The temperature on the ring reached at least a thousand degrees.

Lei Yong waved his finger, and the big sun in his hand actually smashed towards Zhang Ning. When it got close, it suddenly exploded, and the energy wave it brought broke through the barrier and came towards the disciples in the stands.

The disciples immediately formed hand seals and cast spells, creating various shields and barriers that appeared before them, blocking the energy wave. Lin Jiao flicked her finger, and a water shield suddenly appeared before her and Lin Xiao. Some of the lower-level disciples were accidentally knocked to the ground, wailing in pain.

A resounding thud echoed throughout the arena. The disciples in the stands removed their shields and gazed anxiously toward the arena, eager to learn the outcome. Suddenly, cheers erupted from the Tianji Pavilion's stands, while the Xuanzhen Pavilion disciples looked ashen.

Zhang Ning stood on the ring like a master, enjoying the cheers, while Lei Yong fell silently to the ground, like an abandoned doll that no one cared about.

Lei Yong's ribs were all broken and pain spread throughout his body. What made him most uncomfortable was that he couldn't understand why he was the one who lost in the end even though his formation was already complete. His eyes were dull as he recalled the entire process of the battle.

At this time, Zhang Ning slowly walked to Lei Yong's body, half squatted, and whispered in Lei Yong's ear: "Let me tell you one thing, I have broken through to the seventh level of Dingmao, and your loss is not unfair." After that, Zhang Ning stood up, opened his hands, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the praise.

After hearing this, Lei Yong was stunned for a moment. A tear flowed from his left eye, dripped onto the ring, and instantly evaporated into the air, as if announcing the end of the battle.

"Zhang Ning of Tianji Pavilion wins, and the next match will be between Tai Shi Ning of Sanyuan Palace and Ruo Xuan of Xingchen Pavilion," the Xuanzhen elder announced solemnly, and then waved his hand. A force was transmitted to Lei Yong's body, sending Lei Yong back to Xuanzhen Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Zhang Ning's strength is unpredictable. He can easily defeat Senior Brother Lei Yong who used his trump card. Now I can't figure out who is stronger among the three of them," the disciples discussed loudly.

"From now on, it seems that Senior Brother Li Qing and Senior Brother Zhang Ning are stronger, while Senior Sister Lin Jiao is still a little bit behind," said a disciple.

"Let's talk about it after we finish watching Gongsun Minghui in Sanyuan Palace. Maybe he is the most powerful one. The protagonist may be the last one to appear," Minghu said coldly.

Lin Jiao watched as Zhang Ning leapt onto the stands to meet Li Qing after the Xuan Zhen elder's announcement. The two then left again without the disciples noticing. She pondered, "It seems Zhang Ning and Li Qing are at the same realm, one at the Dingmao Seventh Realm, the other at the Jiayin Seventh Realm."

At this time, Senior Brother Lin Qing came back with Liu Yi, Wang Hao, Yuan Hong and others. Liu Yi said in a crying voice: "Sister Lin Jiao, I lost, and Wang Hao who came on later also lost. Our opponents are stronger than the two of us." His tone was full of unwillingness and helplessness.

Lin Jiao hurriedly hugged Liu Yi, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her, "It's okay. Winning and losing are common. No one can win all the time. Just win again next time."

When Liu Yi heard Lin Jiao's words of comfort, she burst into tears, as if venting her inner resentment. Lin Jiao had no choice but to hug her tightly and said softly, "Okay, don't cry. You will win next time."

"The two of them met someone with the strength of Dingchou Sixth Realm, who basically killed her in two seconds on the field. It's normal for her to cry," Lin Qing explained.

Lin Jiao nodded and continued to comfort Liu Yi, while giving Wang Hao a thumbs up, praising his performance.

Lin Qing asked, "Has Lin Xiao never woken up since we left?"

"Yes, he was completely immersed in cultivation. The fierce fight just now didn't affect him at all," Lin Jiao replied softly.

During the conversation, Ruo Xuan from Xingchen Pavilion on the ring eliminated Tai Shi Ning from Sanyuan Palace with one kick.

"Tai Shi Ning of Sanyuan Palace won. The next match is Gongsun Minghui of Sanyuan Palace against Zhuang Yi of Baicao Garden." The head of the sect came to the stands and announced.