On top of the mountain peak, the Soul awakened like a demon. His Qi shocked the world and suppressed the sky.
What was even more shocking was that his Qi was climbing rapidly. Within a few breaths, it was 20 times stronger than before!
This meant that he, like Meng Lang, possessed two methods to increase his strength, and both of them were ten times stronger!
"What a powerful capability. This person is not weaker than any of the top talents in the City of Zhi Ge!"
"That's right. His Qi alone is making it hard for me to breathe."
"Terrifying capabilities. He can definitely compete against the strongest descendant of the House of the Ten Thousand Saints!"
Everyone exclaimed in awe.
This person was far too powerful. The feeling he gave everyone was like they were facing a ferocious beast. Naturally, they were fearful.
Ling Xian was unfazed.
The Soul was truly a top talent and was even stronger than Yu Jue Chen. However, in a fair battle, he has never been afraid of anyone!
"I will only make one move. If you can block it, I will leave. If you can't, then don't kill me."
The Soul peered down at Ling Xian from above. Like an eternal Sun, he was emitting bright light.
Among the heavenly light, a mountain peak appeared. It was heavy and mysterious.
Instantly, the space cracked open and everyone began to puke blood.
The mountain peak was far too heavy. Before it even landed, everyone was already bleeding from their mouths and their bodies were cracking open.
Even the Demonic Fairy found it hard to breathe and her blood boiled.
"One move to decide the winner …"
Ling Xian's expression turned serious. The mountain peak contained all of the Soul's capabilities and all of his techniques. It was the embodiment of his cultivation.
Therefore, one move was equivalent to millions of moves.
"You don't dare?"
The soul glared at Ling Xian, "I don't want to waste any more time. Let's end this in one move." "That's exactly what I wanted," Ling Xian said softly and combined all his techniques into one. Instantly, heavenly light shot through the cloud.
HOMMM!
The heaven shocking repulsion condensed into one point. Similar to the legendary Sword of Slaying, it could split open the sky and slay immortals!
This move wasn't just the Heavenly Thief's Hand, it was also the embodiment of Ling Xian's cultivation. It was aggressive and undefeatable!
HOMMM!
The mountain peak descended and the Heavenly Thief's Hand flew across the sky. The two heavenly talents attacked with all their might, forcing everyone to puke blood and stumble back.
Even Meng Lang retreated a few steps.
It couldn't be helped. It was just too terrifying. Even a level-nine cultivator would have to temporarily avoid it.
"Heavens, this is way too powerful."
"Both of them are monstrous geniuses who possess eight supreme states and have surpassed three supreme states. The aftermath of a full-powered attack is naturally ridiculously powerful."
"I wonder who will emerge victorious?"
Everyone stared at the void that was covered by the divine light. They desperately wanted to know whether Ling Xian or Hun Qi was stronger.
After a few seconds, the blinding light dissipated, revealing Soul and Ling Xian's silhouette.
The corner of Ling Xian's mouth was bleeding, his white robe was torn, and his face was pale.
On the other hand, Guan Hun was perfectly fine and stood proudly.
This stunned everyone, especially the Demonic Fairy. As if struck by lightning, she froze where she stood.
Not even in her dreams did she think that the loser would be Ling Xian.
Just then, Ling Xian spoke.
"Stop holding on. It's meaningless to suffer internal injuries for the sake of face."
Besides Meng Lang and Soul, everyone else was slightly stunned when they heard this, and they were puzzled.
"To me, this is meaningful." Soul looked at Ling Xian with a complex expression.
"You are just lying to yourself."
Ling Xian chuckled, "Do what you want. But, you won't be able to hold on."
Hearing this, Soul silenced and had nothing to say.
This caused the crowd to be completely confused. They really couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about.
"Let me answer your questions."
Meng Lang looked at Ling Xian deeply and then shifted his gaze to everyone else, "What you see is merely the surface. In reality, Soul has lost."
Then, he looked at Soul, "Stop holding on. He is right, you won't be able to hold on."
"Oh well." Soul softly sighed. Then, before everyone's shocked gaze, he puked out a mouthful of blood.
Ling Xian was bleeding from the corner of his lips. He was puking out blood. What this meant was obvious.
Therefore, everyone was in shock. The way they looked at Ling Xian was like they were looking at a God.
Soul's capabilities were without a doubt. He was definitely the top demon in the City of Zhi Ge. Even the strongest descendant of the House of the Ten Thousand Saints may not be his opponent.
Yet Ling Xian had won. Just how powerful was he?
"I lost." Soul looked at Ling Xian with complex emotions. His face was white and his eyes were dim.
His wounds weren't light. Or else he wouldn't have been unable to hold on.
"Unfortunately, I lost. If it weren't for that one move, I might not have won."
Ling Xian shook his head. Soul was the strongest person he's ever met. If he didn't trigger the Battle Immortal Bone, he would be the one puking out blood.
"A loss is a loss. It doesn't matter if it's one move or a thousand." Soul sighed. He knew that his foundation was weaker than Ling Xian's and there was no way he could win.
Meng Lang thought so as well.
He and Soul were evenly matched. Now that Soul had lost, he wasn't his opponent.
"Tsk, tsk, my decision was wise."
Meng Lang chuckled, "How about it? Are you regretting not listening to me?"
"Why would I regret? Only by failing can I improve. "
Soul glared at Meng Lang and then shifted his gaze to Ling Xian, "When my foundation is complete, I will fight against you."
"I will be waiting." Ling Xian spoke and dissipated his Qi.
From the perspective of the universe, he and Soul were enemies. He should kill this person, but he couldn't.
Soul was a top Heaven's Favorite. Though Ling Xian could win against him, he couldn't keep his life.
Plus, there was someone like Meng Lang who did not pale next to Soul.
"What's the point of fighting and killing?" Meng Lang pouted, "Isn't it good to look at the scenery?"
"We walk different paths, so we cannot work together." Soul glared at Meng Lang. Then, his silhouette faded and disappeared.
"We walk different paths, so we cannot work together. Did you forget how we played in the mud together?"
Meng Lang mumbled and shifted his gaze towards Ling Xian. He exclaimed, "Honestly, I really didn't think you could defeat Soul."
"I was lucky." Ling Xian's expression was calm, "Do you want to fight against me?"
"I don't want to be tortured." Meng Lang smiled.
"Then leave. You and I are on different sides. I have nothing to say." Ling Xian spoke coldly, not wanting to interact with Meng Lang.
"You are asking me to leave just like that."
Meng Lang smiled, "Let me tell you something. Do you want to hear it?"
"Speak." Ling Xian frowned.
"Including me and Soul, there are five Heaven's Favorites who came to the universe."
"The strongest is from the Immortal Kind."
"This person is the great-grandson of the You Chen Ancestor. You should be able to imagine his capabilities."
Meng Lang continued to speak, making Ling Xian frown. He didn't think You Chen's great-grandson would come to the universe.
The Holy Ancestors were undefeatable cultivators with extremely powerful bloodlines. They were no weaker than the nine sage bodies of the humankind.
Take Ji Huang for example. She was the descendant of a real immortal and her bloodline was very thin. Despite this, she could still be called a Heaven's Favorite.
From this, it became obvious how powerful You Chen's great-grandson was.
"Feeling troubled?" Meng Lang grinned, "Don't blame me for not warning you. If you run into him, you better turn around and run."
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