Chapter 62: Even an Earth Immortal Fears the Slide Tackle

Tianxuan's pupils constricted; he finally realized—

At this moment, Zhao Yan had truly become an existence that was "impossible to withstand head-on"!

"You have your methods, but I am not to be trifled with either."

He raised his hand, and a dark red fire seal emerged from his palm.

"The name Tianxuan originates from the Primordial Heavenly Fire."

"Did you think I only underwent Body Tempering through the storm? No—I have also achieved Fusion with… the source of the Primordial Heavenly Fire!"

"Burn!"

Following Tianxuan's roar, the entire sky suddenly changed color. The flames were no longer golden, but transformed into a tri-colored Heavenly Fire, a blend of dark red, purplish-black, and cyan-blue!

The temperature of heaven and earth instantly rose to the extreme; the Void Realm even appeared to have a melting, flowing sensation!

"That is… the Primordial Tri-Phase Heavenly Fire!!!"

"The divine fire that even an Immortal King fears according to legend, he… he actually succeeded in the Fusion!?"

Tianxuan stepped forward, and the flames swept across the entire sky with him!

He crossed his fists, and the raging flames condensed into a wheel. Behind him, a phantom of an ancient Fire God with three faces and six arms emerged!

"Zhao Yan!"

"You have raised your cultivation by three stages; I have undergone three transformations of my flames—"

"Between us, now, is the true battle!"

Zhao Yan raised an eyebrow, his Battle Intent like thunder in his eyes.

"Come on!"

"I was already waiting for you to reveal your trump card!"

The two who could be called the strongest of the younger generation finally, at this moment—

Exploded with their full power!

"Boom!!!"

Spear shadows, flames, Law, Void Realm!

Everything shattered in this moment of collision!

The entire battle stage instantly turned into an ocean of divine light that was impossible to look at directly. The battle had officially entered the white-hot stage!

Zhao Yan thrust his spear, and a Dragon's roar suddenly sounded. The silver spear gleam condensed the Aura of the Immortal Dao, carrying the majestic Divine Might of the Earth Immortal Late Stage. It instantly pierced through the Void Realm, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun straight toward Tianxuan's chest!

Tianxuan's figure flickered, and the tri-colored flames beneath his feet churned like living creatures, whipping up the raging flames of heaven and earth. He slammed his hand upward, and the phantom of the three-faced, six-armed ancient Fire God suddenly clasped its hands, blocking the spear gleam! The Fire God opened its mouth and actually spat out a vortex-shaped flame storm!

"Boom!!!"

Zhao Yan's figure retreated violently for a hundred zhang, his feet dragging two crimson fire trails through the Void Realm. He coughed lightly, holding his Dragon spear across the air, yet his Aura became even more intense.

"Tianxuan… this fire of yours is much stronger than before."

Tianxuan's expression was calm, the tri-colored flames coiling around his palms, and he sneered: "The Tri-Phase Heavenly Fire—what I achieved Fusion with is not just its power—"

His figure moved, and he actually vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he was already at Zhao Yan's side. With all six arms striking out, the wind of his fists was fierce, like divine thunder striking the body!

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, the Void Realm trembled, and he swept his spear out. Ten thousand rays of void light condensed at the spear tip, as if splitting the boundary wall!

"Boom—!!!"

The two collided again, heaven and earth trembled, and the barrier at the edge of the battle stage twisted repeatedly, nearly being torn apart!

The spectators on the periphery had long since retreated to a thousand zhang away; who would dare to approach even half a step closer?

"Is this still a battle of the younger generation?"

"Every one of their strikes is probably enough to sweep across an entire province!"

In the distance, Divine Son Liu Xuanning's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He quietly moved half a step back, but was stared at by Su Xiaoxiao with a beaming smile.

"Don't worry, even if he used 'Dragon Soul Awakening', he is only at the Earth Immortal Late Stage."

"As for you… you should be able to easily defeat him too."

Divine Son Liu Xuanning's face stiffened, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "Fairy Su is right, absolutely right…"

But inside, he was already bleeding:

"I can't fight! I can't fight anyone! Dragon Soul Awakening, Tri-Phase Heavenly Fire—are you asking a cultural Cultivator like me to go up there and smash people with a folding fan?!"

But the battle had reached its Peak, and there was no room for others to interrupt.

Zhao Yan let out a thunderous shout, and the spear shadows surged like a tide!

Every thrust sounded like a Dragon's roar, every slash like splitting the sky! Although his incomplete manual on the Void Realm Law was not fully mastered, his intuition for battle was his sharpest weapon!

As for Tianxuan, he completely released the shackles of his Physical Body. The tri-colored Heavenly Fire transformed into a long river surrounding his body. With the anger of the three-faced Fire God, ten thousand fires returned to their origin!

"Burning Heaven World-Chaos Fist—!!!"

Boom!!

The fist light fell like a moon, burning up the Void Realm! This punch slammed head-on against Zhao Yan's Silver Dragon Raging Spear!

"Tianxuan, this punch of yours… is very heavy."

Zhao Yan's gaze was burning, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"But this spear of mine—is faster!"

He spun his body, transforming into a silver Dragon shadow. The long spear broke through the fire, carrying a terrifying momentum capable of piercing through the sun and stars!

"World-Breaking Dragon God Thrust—!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Flames, spear shadows, and the Void Realm Law shattered the sky above the entire battle stage again!

The barrier finally couldn't take it, and a corner of the edge shattered instantly!

Beneath the battle stage, experts took action one after another to stabilize it, preventing the flames of war from affecting the mortal world.

The dust settled.

Zhao Yan knelt in mid-air, his face pale as gold paper, his breath scattered, his Dragon spear held across the air, blood staining his silver armor.

Opposite him, Tianxuan stood motionless, but his fists were charred black, his skin and flesh split open, and the flames could no longer condense into three colors, leaving only dark red residual flames.

His Aura was withered; he was clearly unable to continue the fight.

"Zhao Yan wins!" the elder from the Void Divine Palace spoke up, announcing the result.

A deathly silence.

Immediately followed by tidal waves of exclamations and clamor.

"If Earth Immortals at the Late Stage fight like this, if Immortal Kings fight, will we even be able to survive watching the show?"

"Zhao Yan… truly is the number one person of the younger generation!"

But amidst this clamor, Divine Son Liu Xuanning silently closed his eyes.

He turned around very calmly and squatted down behind Su Xiaoxiao: "Fairy Su, can I be your personal book attendant?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled like a flower and said softly: "No, go up and fight a match! You are not allowed to lose!"

Divine Son Liu Xuanning: …

The corner of his mouth twitched: "I will not fail the Fairy's expectations!"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled even more sweetly: "That's what it means to 'understand me'."

Divine Son Liu Xuanning took a deep breath, feeling the floor tiles beneath his feet turn chilly.

He was clearly just a small cultural Cultivator who relied on poetry and calligraphy, yet now he had to fight against a violent war god of the Earth Immortal Late Stage?

This wasn't going to the execution block; this was visiting a grave!

But he still had to pretend to be fearless, straightening his body, adjusting his lapels, and gently waving the white jade folding fan in his hand as he walked onto the battle stage with elegance.

"Brother Zhao, please show mercy." His smile was humble, and while walking slowly, he turned back to secretly wink at Su Xiaoxiao.

—Trust me, I can act!

Zhao Yan stood in the center of the battle stage, his silver armor damaged, his shoulder stained with blood, his Dragon spear resting on the ground, his face pale, his Aura extremely weak.

However—

Everyone knew that Zhao Yan at this moment was truly the time he was "not to be trifled with".

The Zhao clan's innate ability [Blood Burning Dragon Might]; the more injured he was, the more his combat power would skyrocket!

Although his health bar was only at one-third, his Aura was continuously rising, as violent as a Dragon, his Divine Might as oppressive as a prison!

Just as Divine Son Liu Xuanning stepped into the battle circle, Zhao Yan slowly looked up, the corner of his mouth curling.

"Come."

Boom—!

The Void Realm trembled, and a circle of pale red Dragon patterns spread beneath Zhao Yan, like a blood pool gushing out, and the Dragon Might swept across the entire arena!

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up: "Wow! His condition is even better!"

Divine Son Liu Xuanning: "…Can you not be so happy?"

He turned his head, let out a dry laugh, gritted his teeth in secret, and whispered to himself: "Today, I, Divine Son Liu Xuanning, will use my wisdom, acting skills, and fate to fight against fate!"

Zhao Yan didn't waste words. He moved his Dragon spear, transforming into a crimson ray and charging over instantly!

Divine Son Liu Xuanning's body trembled, and he fell straight backward—

"Ah! I slipped!"

He fell flat on his back, rolling ten zhang away, just in time to dodge Zhao Yan's spear thrust.

The crowd was stunned.

"What… is this movement technique?"

"It seems to be the 'Heaven's Decline Evasion Step'?"

"That fall… actually perfectly avoided Zhao Yan's attack?"

Zhao Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting."

He stomped his feet, the ground shattered, and he rushed over again like a shooting star!

"Dragon Soul: Void-Splitting Thrust!"

Spear shadows were like rain, arriving with a furious howl!

Divine Son Liu Xuanning gritted his teeth and jumped. The folding fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, and a sheet of rice paper flew out with the large characters written on it: "Stop!"

Zhao Yan: ?

The whole audience: ?

Then—

Zhao Yan shattered the rice paper with one spear thrust, and took the opportunity to sweep Divine Son Liu Xuanning away, sending him flying over a hundred zhang away!

Su Xiaoxiao slapped her thigh: "Good!"

Then she was puzzled: "Eh, why is Xuanning flying so steadily?"

The crowd looked closely—

Divine Son Liu Xuanning actually flipped three and a half times in the air with ease, his robes fluttering, landing steadily, and even struck a cool landing pose.

"Wow—" some young girls exclaimed softly.

"Xuanning is so handsome!"

"Can cultural Cultivators also fly this far?"

Su Xiaoxiao rested her chin in her hand, her eyes slightly bright: "Wow, he really is fighting seriously."

Divine Son Liu Xuanning's heart was bitter and astringent:

[I'm not fighting; I'm being beaten!]

Zhao Yan frowned.

"You dodge quite fast."

He didn't underestimate the enemy at all; his Battle Intent was even stronger. He stepped into the air, the Void Realm trembled, and he transformed into a crimson light, charging over again.

Divine Son Liu Xuanning didn't dare to take it head-on and turned to run!

But he still had to maintain his demeanor with his mouth: "Brother Zhao, a literary battle is more graceful than a martial battle. Listen to a poem of mine before we discuss who is superior—"

"Shut up."

Zhao Yan let out a cold shout, and his spear arrived, breaking the sound barrier.

"Holy sh—!" Divine Son Liu Xuanning yelled, raising his hand to throw several sheets of paper, fleeing frantically!

"The wind is tight, time to go! Fairy, save me—"

Su Xiaoxiao was so happy she clapped her hands: "Hahaha, so cute!"

On the battle stage, one chased, one fled.

The Dragon spear danced wildly, and the rice paper flew about!

"Don't run!"

"Don't hit!"

"If you run again, I'm really going to use full force!"

"If you hit again, I'm going to smash you with a poem!!"

"You dare!!!"

—Boom!

Finally, after being sent flying out of the battle circle for the third time, Divine Son Liu Xuanning lay on the ground and played dead.

Zhao Yan stood on the stage, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"I have never fought such an inexplicable battle."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head: "You lost, he didn't fall."

Zhao Yan: "…"

Divine Son Liu Xuanning slowly opened his eyes, grinned, and bared his teeth: "I didn't win; I 'survived'."

"I think this is victory."

In the projection of the Void Divine Palace, the white-bearded elder spoke expressionlessly:

"This match—Zhao Yan, wins."

As soon as this verdict fell, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Su Xiaoxiao widened her eyes and turned her head to look under the stage, pouting.

"Hmph, he clearly didn't fall, why did he lose!"

Zhao Yan said indifferently: "Then next time I will ensure he falls."

Divine Son Liu Xuanning spread his hands under the stage, smiling helplessly: "How can this be called losing? Aren't I still here? And I'm quite energetic."

Su Xiaoxiao stamped her foot and looked angrily at Crown Prince Li Chongjun, who had been dodging and hiding in the crowd.

"Then you—go up!"

Crown Prince Li Chongjun was hiding behind the crowd pretending to be fine, and was suddenly called out, causing his whole body to tremble.

"Ah? Me?!"