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Jiang Anbo shouted, though he had no idea what was happening. He had originally been idle, not thinking of coming to see how the battle was going. Upon hearing Jiang Anbo's call, Hong Ling immediately intercepted the leading figure, leaving the other cultivators speechless.
How could there be another Nascent Soul Cultivator?
Seeing Hong Ling's movements, a group of people inwardly exclaimed. Bu Yuan wondered why all the good ones were being driven away by those few individuals. It was quite frustrating.
As the days passed and the Sky East Tournament drew closer, more and more young talents gathered in the rarely populated Immortal City. It was a rare sight to see Nascent Soul Cultivators appearing one after another, each eager to showcase their skills in various locations.
Yan Dong casually entered with a woman who possessed early-stage Nascent Soul strength. With a flick of her left leg, she transformed it into an Azure Snake Whip, making it clear to everyone that it was yet another magical artifact.
Sigh...
Who could have imagined that a small cultivator with only Qi Refinement would sigh and turn to leave after witnessing such a spectacle?
Everyone's attention was focused on Hong Ling and her companions. The three were locked in a fierce battle, seemingly frantic but actually engaged in a relentless struggle. The real urgency lay with one particular individual.
Meanwhile, Hong Yulong had been quietly accumulating power. Once he broke through to the Late Stage of Golden Core, it was likely that the others wouldn't even be able to withstand a single strike from Dong Lai.
Although Yan Dong remained silent and concealed his spiritual energy, the bloodlust emanating from him grew increasingly intense.
The bloodlight surged through the Grand Arena's engraved formation, piercing the heavens. Hong Yulong glared like a Jiao Long, his spear transforming into a dragon as it soared through the arena.
Those who had originally struggled for their lives were reduced to mere clouds of blood mist, not even uttering a sound before their demise; their bodies were left for Liu Dong.
Only one Nascent Soul Cultivator managed to withstand Hong Yulong's spear thrust but was still pierced through. The Nascent Soul escaped its shell, seeking refuge in Youluo and Lutuo for reincarnation.
However, Hong Yulong would not grant that person such an opportunity. With a flick of his spear, he turned back and unleashed another strike that transformed into a red dragon, instantly devouring that person's Nascent Soul, erasing them from existence entirely.
"Why not leave a survivor?"
Jiang Anbo frowned as he looked at the lifeless body on the ground. With this, there would be no way to find out who harbored such vile intentions.
It didn't matter anymore; the Sky East Tournament was approaching, and nothing else mattered.
Shaking his head, Jiang Anbo began to search Yi Dong's body. Finding no useful clues, he decided to dispose of the corpse.
What about that guy?
Hong Ling glared at Jiang Anbo in frustration, wanting to know where he had gone at such a critical moment.
Jiang Anbo furrowed his brow and remained silent. To be honest, he didn't know where Gu was at this moment, nor how to respond.
That finger just now—there was no mistake.
Seeing that Jiang Anbo couldn't reply, Hong Yulong stepped in to ease the tension for him.
However, as those words fell upon their ears, they couldn't help but elevate their opinion of the Divine Dragon even further. To take a life from afar like that—such skill could hardly be attributed to a mere Golden Core Cultivator. The level of prowess suggested that even Transcendence might not be beyond belief.
He had broken through.
Jiang Anbo was completely astonished. He had initially thought that Hong Yulong's victory would provide an opportunity for him to break through, but how could that guy, who seemed so aimless all day long, achieve a breakthrough without any signs? Both of them must be monsters.
Was the moon coming?
Come, let’s fight until the Sky East Tournament arrives.
Madman, whether mad or not, no one is seeking their life anymore.
Jiang Anbo cursed loudly and turned back to the arena, eager to spar with others and hone his skills.
Hong Yulong smiled. His injuries had mostly healed after being infused with Spiritual Energy during his breakthrough; he was doing just fine now.
Outside the eastern part of the city, in a hidden realm, Gu Pan was taking a moment to rest. The finger technique he had just used was actually learned from the Flowing Cloud Realm, where he had secretly studied the Shattered Seal Spirit. It was a spell that tore through space, inspired by his recent daily experiences healing Mi Chong and dispelling Chill, leading to the creation of the You Luo Finger.
The distance he tore through space was what truly exhausted Gu Xin's strength. However, every time he cast that spell, he felt a divine connection with that world, as if sensing a Fate between them.
Then, honing in on that sensation, he initially opened a rift in space and transmitted the You Luo Finger through it.
When his Divine Sense detected the situation in the arena, Gu felt a powerful Divine Sense from an ancient monster outside the city collide with his own. He had no choice but to leave Tiandong City quickly, fearing exposure.
That delay almost cost Hong Yulong his life; fortunately, he managed to arrive just in time.
Bu Luo had originally planned to leave the city in search of herbs to concoct some Youth Preserving Pills and a Time Elixir. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to return for a while.
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