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Against The Sky Supreme

Chapter 2019: This is Dominance! 💪

Published: February 26, 2025

The Nine-headed Ancestor Dragon looked down at Tan Yun and the seven others, "Did you all hear what this vice palace master said clearly?"

"We heard clearly!" Tan Yun and the others replied in unison.

The Nine-headed Ancestor Dragon then turned to Fang Zixi and respectfully said, "Palace master, you may begin."

"Mm." Fang Zixi nodded slightly and slowly rose from her seat.

"Mm." Fang Zixi nodded, slowly rising from her seat. She gracefully walked to the edge of the tower and looked down at Tan Yun and the others, saying, "This palace master now announces that before the first round of the alchemical arts tournament begins, in order to ensure the fairness of the four arts contest, we will activate a great formation that blocks divine consciousness communication. This way, no one can secretly send messages to the participating disciples."

"Of course, the participating disciples can still release their divine consciousness."

As soon as she finished speaking, without any visible movement from Fang Zixi, a series of towering light barriers erupted from the edges of the Star Domain Dojo, converging in the air to envelop the entire dojo.

As a result, no one inside the dojo could communicate through sound anymore.

Immediately, Fang Zixi lightly waved her delicate arm, and instantly, twenty-one thin black, white, and purple beams shot down from the void, transforming into twenty-one elixirs that floated before Tan Yun and the others.

In front of each person were three elixirs: one black, one white, and one purple.

Inside the three types of elixirs, a curled fetal form resembling an infant could be clearly seen, indicating that all three were Supreme Dao God Elixirs.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Wuhen, Liang Bufan, and Longkui took the lead, stepping forward to pinch one of the elixirs floating before them, beginning to observe and smell it.

Meanwhile, Shangguan Yuxin, Zhu Xuanxuan, and Nangong Peng stood in place, as they excelled in talismans and formation techniques, hence they did not participate in the alchemical arts tournament.

Shangguan Yuxin looked towards Chu Wuhen, confident that he could win the first round of the alchemical arts tournament. Although he was quite flirtatious, she had to admit that he was indeed a versatile genius!

Zhu Xuanxuan and Nangong Peng gazed at Liang Bufan and Longkui, hoping one of them would answer first!

In contrast, Tan Yun remained rooted in place, staring intently at the three floating elixirs not far away.

"Tan Yun, as long as you don’t answer rashly, you will have a chance to win when they make a mistake!" Dao Kun's voice was soft but clearly reached everyone’s ears.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt Dao Kun's words were somewhat shameless, yet they could not deny it was a good strategy.

In everyone’s hearts, Tan Yun was insignificant compared to Shangguan Yuxin and the other six in elixirs, weapon arts, talismans, and formation techniques; he came to the stage just to annoy others.

"Supreme Saint Elder, the younger generation understands what to do." Tan Yun responded, and his next action left everyone momentarily stunned.

He waved his hand, and the three elixirs floating before him all flew into his hands. Then, Tan Yun closed his eyes and began to smell the three elixirs.

Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help but whisper: "Did you see that? It’s truly ridiculous! Even Chu Wuhen, Liang Bufan, and Longkui each picked up one elixir first to identify the necessary Divine Medicine for refining, but Tan Yun? He actually took all three at once!"

"Who does he think he is? More skilled in elixirs than the three holy sons?"

"Tch! I say, he’s just showing off! He knows he can’t do it, yet he puts on such a flashy act to disguise his insecurity. People like him are the most disgusting."

"Exactly, it’s really nauseating..."

The murmurs of the disciples reached Fang Zixi’s ears, but she didn’t ask everyone to be quiet, after all, everyone has the right to discuss.

Fang Zixi looked at Tan Yun, her delicate brows lightly furrowed, pondering, "A hundred years ago, when I first encountered him, he had a head full of black hair. What happened in these hundred years that he has turned completely white-haired?"