Martial Master

"Strong, too strong."

"This is the true master."

"Hahaha, now these geniuses from the Five Nations should know the terror of our Xuan Zhou's heroes, right? Do they even qualify to compete with us from the Five Nations?"

Among the crowd, various sarcastic jeers rang out.

Hua Tiandu easily defeated Yu Wenfeng, achieving victory. That indifferent posture seemed to indicate he hadn’t even put in his full effort, sweeping away the previous gloom among the Xuan Zhou experts and igniting their spirits.

"I remember this person should be named Yu Wenfeng, known as the first genius of the Five Nations, and also the strongest among them. In the recent examination on the Stone Monument, he ranked second only to that cheating Qin Chen."

"Hehe, yet such a master was sent flying in just two or three moves before the younger generation of the Lixian Sect, completely defeated, it was too easy."

"In front of the three great heroes of our Xuan Zhou, even the strongest other martial artists seem like children, not even in the same league."

"Heroes are heroes, unmatched no matter what, only capable of looking up."

The crowd from the Dawi Dynasty buzzed with excitement, completely caught up in frenzy.

Outside of Gu Nandu, the teleported Yu Wenfeng heard the discussions around him, his eyes scattered, his expression blank.

"Is the gap between me and the heroes of Xuan Zhou really this big?"

He had never thought he would lose to Hua Tiandu, but he never expected to be defeated so thoroughly, so easily.

His strongest attack posed no threat in front of the opponent, casually shattered in an instant, weak as if it couldn't withstand a single blow.

This crushing defeat left Yu Wenfeng feeling dead inside, filled with despair.

At this moment.

The last arena was nearing its end.

"Blood Beast Devours Heaven!"

"Barbarian Dragon Devours Land!"

As Wei Qingshan stepped onto the stage, he unleashed all his strength, his Blood Beast true power erupted, his muscles bulging like rocks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A powerful gust swept over, yet Di Tianyi maintained a smile at the corner of his mouth, remaining unperturbed. All of Wei Qingshan's attacks fell upon him like a stone sinking into the sea, causing not a ripple.

"Your attacks, though good, are still too weak."

With a faint smile, Di Tianyi waved his hands, and a series of invisible attacks surged towards Wei Qingshan like waves.

"Block it for me!"

Wei Qingshan roared, his eyes turning crimson. With that roar, his bloodline power erupted, his skin seemed to transform into steel, barely withstanding Di Tianyi's assault.

"What? He actually blocked it?"

"This Wei Qingshan's defense is so formidable?"

"He can even withstand the attacks of an unparalleled genius?"

The crowd was shocked, erupting in exclamations.

This was the first time they had seen someone able to survive under Di Tianyi's attacks.

"Hahaha, my Qingshan Mystical Body has been completed, my defense rivals that of a Fifth Stage Wuzong. If you want to defeat me, it's not that easy. Today, I will challenge the three great heroes of Xuan Zhou."

Wei Qingshan's blood surged, his battle power exploding wildly.

Blocking Di Tianyi's attack instantly boosted his confidence.

"Let's fight again."

Wei Qingshan bellowed, an overwhelming aura surged from his fists, like a divine dragon descending, sweeping everything in its path, daring to challenge Di Tianyi's authority.

"Too arrogant. You weren't injured just now; it was because I didn't take it seriously. Based on what you just said, I can defeat you with one move."

Di Tianyi sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. A majestic imperial aura erupted from him, his robe billowing without wind, his hair flowing, standing tall like a king. He gathered power in his right fist and then unleashed a lightning-fast punch.

"World-Shaking Emperor Fist—Shocking Dragon Destroys the World!"

A grand, shocking, and overwhelming sound resounded across the arena as Di Tianyi struck. An ancient, archaic, dignified, and tyrannical aura spanned the heavens and earth; he seemed like an ancient emperor walking out from the river of history, exuding the unique majesty of royalty, judging his subjects.