Savage Attacks

Savage Attacks . . .

Gusu Tianqi, having gauged his opponent's strength in their initial exchange, opted to retreat to his original position. Conventional attacks wouldn't be sufficient against Mo Wen, who possessed the formidable Frost King physique.

A resounding "Bzz!" echoed through the air, and a fearsome blazing furnace materialized, engulfing the entire battle platform. Simultaneously, numerous sun-like orbs of light appeared above the furnace, a total of nine suns. Their scorching heat intensified the blazing furnace's temperature even further.

"You won't best me," Gusu Tianqi declared with an air of arrogance. As his words resounded, an immense divine radiance descended from the furnace, transforming him into an otherworldly being, unparalleled in this world.

"Truly remarkable," the spectators marveled. Previously, Gusu Tianqi had never employed his full power in combat, yet even with a fraction of his strength, he effortlessly vanquished his foes. Now, as he unleashed his constellation—a variation-type constellation—it exuded boundless might. In fact, he need not even engage ordinary ascendants directly; the mere pressure from his constellation could annihilate countless ordinary ascendants of the same level.

Before absolute strength, numbers were inconsequential. Even if thousands of ascendants of the same level swarmed Gusu Tianqi, they would all succumb to his power.

Mo Wen's ethereal gaze gleamed with determination as her aura radiated outward, imbuing the atmosphere with a bone-chilling chill. In the air, a frost-themed constellation materialized, opposing Gusu Tianqi's blazing furnace constellation. Half the sky now simmered in blistering heat, while the other half remained cloaked in icy cold.

Numerous silhouettes of frost queens appeared in the air, resembling divine ice maidens, each wielding long ice lances. They assumed corporeal forms and fixed their gazes on Gusu Tianqi.

"BOOM!" Gusu Tianqi advanced, and the heat from the nine suns intensified. The furnace cast a reddish glow below, seemingly intent on incinerating everything in its path. Gusu Tianqi shone with divine radiance as he approached Mo Wen. In his hand, a blazing sun spear materialized, and with a single thrust, a sun-like sphere of fire shot forth, piercing the void and melting the ice wherever it passed.

"SHATTER!" Gusu Tianqi commanded with cold authority, and the sound of ice cracking echoed. The resplendent long spear melted the frost and ice in its path as it hurtled toward Mo Wen's throat.

Mo Wen raised her hands, and an expansive runic glow materialized, coalescing into a formidable shackle diagram that streaked toward Gusu Tianqi.

Gusu Tianqi waved his hands, causing the blazing long spear to fragment into numerous smaller sun spears that erupted outward. Mo Wen had no choice but to retreat as Gusu Tianqi's strikes shattered the diagram she had conjured.

"Descend!" Gusu Tianqi extended his hands upward, radiating a golden glow that gave the impression of a sun god.

A thunderous roar of rage shattered the air as Gusu Tianqi unleashed a barrage of sun spears into the sky. With each step, his aura seemed to ascend to new heights, and his immortal battle art surged, saturating the surroundings with his towering battle qi.

Mo Wen's form was encased in protective layers of ice. Witnessing the resplendent blazing battle halo surrounding Gusu Tianqi, Mo Wen made a decisive declaration, "I concede."

As her words echoed, Gusu Tianqi halted in his tracks. His overwhelming battle aura dissipated instantaneously. He stood on the battle platform, an embodiment of calm, a stark contrast to the immense power he had just displayed. It was almost inconceivable that a sixth-level ascendant could wield such power.

Nevertheless, Mo Wen's strength was evident; she had chosen to concede. Likely, she didn't wish to expend too much energy in her bout against Gusu Tianqi. It simply wasn't worth it in her eyes. With her concession, she gained the upper hand, ensuring victory in her next match.

Both contestants descended from the platform, leaving an indelible impression on the spectators.

Dongsheng Ting, with unwavering composure, announced the second battle, calling upon Feather King from the Western Prefecture. Feather King unfurled his wings and swiftly ascended to the battle platform. His demeanor exuded a fearsome intensity.

Feather King, like Gusu Tianqi, had no intention of challenging the latter. With Mo Wen's loss, she became an ineligible choice. That left seventeen potential opponents for Feather King.

Feather King stood at the seventh level of Celestial Phenomenon. Like Gusu Tianqi, he likely preferred a battle without the need to suppress his cultivation level against an opponent of the same tier.

Among the seventh-level Celestial Phenomenon participants, two individuals were of particular note: Ye Qianchen, the top ranker of the Qian Prefecture, and Gu Zhantian, the top ranker of the Cloud Prefecture.

Feather King's gaze swept over Ye Qianchen and Gu Zhantian. While Ye Qianchen was more renowned due to the Qian Prefecture's stature, Feather King ultimately selected Gu Zhantian, issuing a challenge.

Gu Zhantian's expression stiffened, and onlookers found themselves puzzled by the choice.

Feather King had chosen to challenge Gu Zhantian, the top ranker of the Cloud Prefecture. Although Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, and Zi Qingxuan boasted formidable combat abilities, Gu Zhantian's top-ranking position was well-deserved. His dominance during the initial top twenty selection was undeniable. Feather King's choice to face Gu Zhantian demonstrated his unyielding spirit and desire to confront the strongest adversaries.

Feather King's spirit marked him as a young king of the Winged Devil Race in the Western Prefecture.

Gu Zhantian's countenance turned frigid. Being chosen as the second participant in this round was nothing short of an affront. In an instant, he materialized on the battle platform, prepared to face Feather King head-on.

Feather King, with violet-gold wings adorning his back, emanated a resplendent radiance. Devilish runes danced around his figure, harboring an unfathomable power within them.

As a member of the Winged Devil Race, Feather King possessed extraordinary speed and strength, traits that set him apart as a formidable expert.

With a mighty flap of his wings, Feather King streaked through the heavens like a lightning bolt, materializing before Gu Zhantian. His fist surged with dazzling devilish runelight as he delivered a ferocious punch.

In response, Gu Zhantian bellowed with a fury that seemed to awaken ancient dragons. A colossal flood dragon materialized and clashed with Feather King.

The ensuing collision produced a thunderous explosion, shaking the entire platform to its core. Their strengths were so overwhelming that they chose to confront each other head-on, unleashing blows that sent chaotic qi torrents coursing through the surroundings. They exchanged devastating strikes as they ascended from the platform into the sky. Behind Gu Zhantian, a phantom flood dragon roared, as if he might transform into a real, towering flood dragon.

Feather King, meanwhile, displayed unparalleled dominance. His radiant devilish runes morphed into astral war beasts, charging headlong at Gu Zhantian.

"KILL!" Gu Zhantian's battle cry echoed. The phantom flood dragon coiled around him, and his attacks resembled not human strikes, but the ferocious onslaught of a true flood dragon.

Feather King's form took on devilish characteristics, his runes swirling wildly. His aura now bore the oppressive essence of those who practiced dark arts, fused with the brutality of demons. Every punch he threw possessed the power to shatter the very void.

"As they exude confidence in their strength, these two have opted for the simplest approach: a direct confrontation of strength against strength. However, this method is often the most brutal and perilous," murmured onlookers, their hearts quaking with the intensity of the battle. These two were proud geniuses who didn't bother testing each other's mettle; they engaged in direct combat. Their skirmish reached ever-greater altitudes, resembling two ancient devils or demons locked in celestial combat.

"Truly brutal," the audience observed.

"Gu Zhantian, descendant of the madman, grows even more reckless with each passing moment of combat. Yet, his adversary is Feather King, the young monarch of the Winged Devil Race! Currently, they seem evenly matched," reflected Idlecloud Immortal King. In an instant, they clashed countless times, their frenzied duel resulting in Gu Zhantian unleashing his bloodline power, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed form.

Meanwhile, Feather King assumed an increasingly malevolent devilish form, expanding in size like a demon king. His wings sliced through the air, creating razor-sharp winds. The pace of their battle accelerated to the point that some spectators could scarcely follow the movements.

Gu Zhantian, gripped by madness, chanted ancient seals. With three heads and six arms, he appeared godly, unleashing ceaseless attacks in all directions. Dragons cleaved the skies, leviathans and rocs unleashed their fury, and kirins attacked relentlessly. Each strike possessed cataclysmic force, shattering all of Feather King's incarnations.

The spectators were transfixed, their heads tilted upward as they witnessed the celestial spectacle unfolding in the sky. Astral light erupted, plunging the surroundings into chaotic brilliance. A supreme devil materialized, shrouding Feather King in an ominous, devilish glow. At this moment, Feather King resembled a primeval devil, his assaults resonating with unparalleled might, causing even Gu Zhantian's expression to waver.

"The power of these two combatants is overwhelming," murmured the onlookers, their hearts pounding. The young king from the Winged Devil Race, the pride of the Western Prefecture, was proving to be truly terrifying.

As the relentless clash of their attacks continued, it became increasingly evident that Gu Zhantian was on the brink of defeat. His arsenal of trump cards had been exhausted, leaving him in a perilous situation.

"Gu Zhantian is about to fall. He has used up all his cards," the spectators observed, their eyes narrowing with concern. Feather King's dominance knew no bounds, and it appeared that Gu Zhantian couldn't muster a comeback.

As anticipated, after a final exchange of ferocious blows, Gu Zhantian was sent hurtling off the platform. Feather King remained suspended in the air, casting a cold, victorious gaze downward.

Gu Zhantian, defeated.

In that moment, Gu Zhantian's complexion turned ashen as he stared vacantly at the sky. He had been vanquished, an unexpected outcome.

"Marvelous!" Jun Mengchen, situated in the direction of the Cloud Prefecture, couldn't contain his excitement at Gu Zhantian's defeat. Now, if Gu Zhantian lost one more battle, he would be eliminated.

"Senior brother, I plan to provoke Gu Zhantian and challenge him later. I want to ensure he doesn't make it into the top ten," Jun Mengchen declared, his eyes gleaming with determination. Qin Wentian nodded, a steely resolve in his gaze. Blackpeak and Gu Zhantian—these two individuals deserved a sound defeat.

However, with Gu Zhantian having already suffered one loss, direct challenges were no longer allowed. He now held the authority to choose his next opponent.