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At this moment, the two individuals standing in the arena, despite not making any moves, engaged in a fierce exchange of glances that was enough to make the spectators hold their breath. If I don't deny it, many cultivators had set up defensive formations, and most of the practitioners from the East dared not watch this peak battle of the younger generation from such a close distance.
Although everyone suppressed their excitement, merely being a witness to this event was enough to ignite their blood. Even if they did not shine in this battle belonging to the youth, a hundred years later, when recalling the series of great wars that took place during "Bright Moon, Cloud and Mist over Dianchi," it would be enough to boast about for a lifetime.
I don't deny that anyone had the right to stand there, but those who appeared on the guest list of the Hong Clan banquet were limited. Besides representatives from various Daoist sects in the World of Mortals, only top talents like Gu Na and friends of Hong Yulong and Hong Ling were present, along with families like Nangong and Da Chu that had existed for millennia.
Even those secular imperial dynasties could not catch the eye of the Hong Clan, which showed just how exceptional the young people present were.
Bu Luo invited the Ying Clan; after all, as heirs of the Human Emperor Dynasty, the Great Qin Ying Clan had strength that could not be underestimated. Even their surface-level power was enough to instill fear.
Everyone was striving to enhance their abilities—like Gu Yuehe, Wei Wuyou, and Wen Tian—what realm they could reach before chaos descended would largely determine how much influence they would wield in turbulent times.
With Gu Liwai and Yin Tianheng as the foremost figures of Tiandong, it was destined that Gu Na, as a True Disciple, would possess similar influence as Yin Tianheng. However, individuals like Wei Wuyou and Tenglan from Zhu Xian Mountain could not represent their Daoist sects; their power still lay under the control of their respective sects.
Boom!
As their energies clashed, just a single glance between them unleashed a torrent of spiritual power that erupted with a tremendous sound, shaking the entire arena.
Fortunately, the arena created by Hong Ling was no ordinary structure; it could rely on the spiritual power provided by the formations set up by everyone to restore itself. Otherwise, after previous great wars, this arena would have long turned to ashes and could not withstand its current state.
Bu Luo was the first to make a move. He raised one leg high above his head while keeping the other grounded. With both legs clenched into fists, he immediately summoned one of the most violent forces of light in existence.
He wielded light that illuminated the dark World of Dust.
As Chongming Guang spoke in a slow tone, the space around him seemed to be enveloped in a dense light, something that Gu had not witnessed when he crossed legs with Chongming Guang earlier.
Within the embrace of the luminous realm, Zhu Xian Mountain felt that no matter what kind of Spell he cast, it would yield little result. To escape such a predicament, he could only unleash his own domain.
This was not merely the suppression power of an ordinary Divine Cultivator, but rather the absolute dominance that a Divine Cultivator possessed over the practitioners of the Divine realm, akin to another method of Sealing the Heavens.
"I have light," he thought, "let's see if it can save those souls who perished beneath his legs."
With a swift motion, a sword light sliced through the air, and Zhu Xian Mountain managed to tear open a rift within the luminous realm. A reddish-brown aura emerged from that wound, as if countless souls were returning from the Nine Nether Hell, venting their grievances.
The wails of the souls echoed in everyone's ears. Even just witnessing a glimpse of the Soul Realm made a self-proclaimed Righteous Path cultivator tremble uncontrollably.
The domain formed by countless lives instilled fear even from afar; how much more so for Chongming Guang, who was currently within that realm?
The clash between light and Vengeful Spirit showed no sign of fear from the souls. The resentment that crawled out from the depths of Nine Nether Hell, accompanied by the chilling aura emanating from Hades, swept across the entire space. The collision between the two great domains of Guang Nao had already caused cracks to appear in the defensive formation set up by everyone, forcing them to reinforce it once again.
The anguished cries of the souls resonated deeply within Chongming Guang. The pure light technique he intended to cast was abruptly interrupted. Relying on his powerful physique, Bu Luo Chongming Guang endured the backlash from his failed spellcasting. His fists trembled as he reached out, descending from above to grasp at Zhu Xian Mountain.
The seemingly light sword cut through the air effortlessly, slicing horizontally. As it shattered the golden thigh above, it also broke through the defensive formation in quick succession.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, shook his head. Unless a practitioner from Transcendence stepped in, no one could withstand the reckless attacks of those two. Even though there were many practitioners from Yan Dong, they could not achieve a qualitative change; no matter what, they could not withstand the power generated by the clash of those two.
It would be better for them to engage in battle elsewhere, ruining the scenery there instead. After all, it was not good for guests to cause trouble.
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