Chapter 811: Furnace Immortal Form, Voice Transmission

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Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Liu Mei possessed a natural charm, augmented by her mastery of the Bewitching Technique. With just a few words, she seemed to exude an enchanting allure that beguiled many disciples present from the immortal sects.

Even the personal disciples who had recently claimed their platforms were momentarily transfixed. However, their resolute Dao hearts swiftly reclaimed their focus. These prodigies were of exceptional caliber and not easily swayed by mere words.

Li Hao, among the spectators, also found himself momentarily captivated before snapping back to attention.

Looking at Liu Mei, Li Hao’s eyes lit up. Liu Mei seemed to be filled with a strange power that made people want to take a few more glances.

However, she was indeed beautiful.

As Liu Mei walked out, there was only one of the ten battle platforms left. At this moment, a voice resonated, “I’ll take the last spot.”

This was followed by a graceful leap and a gentle landing within the fighting ring.

This newcomer was clad in the attire of a direct disciple, exuding an extraordinary presence.

“It’s Senior Sun from the Red Flame Peak.”

Recognition dawned as someone identified the young man as Sun Yang, the personal disciple of the Red Flame Peak.

As Sun Yang occupied the last platform, an impulse took hold of someone in the assembly.

Another individual stood up, gaze fixed on Sun Yang, who had just taken his place.

Someone stood up again and looked at Sun Yang, who had just stood up.

“Senior Sun Yang, may I request your spot? I, too, yearn for the Immortal

King’s Cave Abode…”

“Junior Han Liu of the Earth Spring Peak! If you want this spot, feel free to attack! ”

Sun Yang scrutinized the speaker and recognized him as another prodigy. Although not a direct disciple, Han Liu hailed from the core disciples and could not be underestimated. But he represented the Earth Spring Peak.

Immediately, the prodigy called Han Liu moved and jumped onto Sun Yang’s fighting ring.

“Senior Sun, please enlighten me.” Han Liu cupped his fists and said directly.

BOOM!

At Han Liu’s request, an intense surge of cultivation power radiated from his form, sweeping the surroundings with its potent aura.

Han Liu was actually a second-grade Golden Immortal.

“A second -grade Golden Immortal? You’re still a little lacking.”

When Sun Yang saw this scene, his expression did not change at all as he said in a low voice.

With those words, a powerful surge of cultivation energy flowed from Sun Yang’s being.

BOOM!

Immense immortal spiritual power enveloped him. His aura far surpassed Han Liu’s in magnitude.

“Oh my god..

“He is a third-grade Golden Immortal, right?”

“He’s definitely a third-grade Golden Immortal!”

The disciples in attendance erupted into a chorus of astonishment.

“A third-grade Golden Immortal…’

Upon sensing Sun Yang’s cultivation might, Han Liu’s countenance darkened. He acknowledged Sun Yang’s strength, but the magnitude of that strength took him by surprise.

Personal disciples were not ordinary; even if he exerted his utmost effort, he could not hope to match Sun Yang.

However, even so, he still had to give it a try. He would not give up this spot easily.

In the following moment, an astonishing surge of immortal spiritual power enveloped Han Liu’s body. With his body as the epicenter, raindrops cascaded from the heavens, veiling the space in a shroud of mist.

As a disciple of the Earth Spring Peak, Han Liu practiced a boundless water-element cultivation technique.

Without delay, Han Liu sprung into action, advancing directly toward Sun Yang. The surrounding raindrops converged, transforming into piercing arrows that converged and assailed Sun Yang in unison.

Meanwhile, Sun Yang maintained his composure upon witnessing this spectacle. His eyes, however, gleamed with determination.

Without hesitation, Sun Yang’s palms began weaving intricate seals. Subsequently, flames surged forth around him, causing the ambient temperature to soar.

As a personal disciple of the Red Flame Peak, Sun Yang was well-versed in the Fire Dao Technique.

In this moment, he resembled a Fire Sovereign, bathed in scorching flames that emitted an unparalleled aura.

Sun Yang raised his hand and pushed out a palm.

In an instant, the flames surrounding him coalesced into a colossal palm, surging forward with indomitable force.

Fire God’s Palm.

The scene was spectacular and shocking.

On one side stood water, on the other, the power of incendiaries. It was a clash of water and fire.

A dull sound resounded in the void.

As the massive fiery palm made contact, the raindrop arrows that had filled the sky instantly turned to steam and dispersed.

Bang!

Then, everyone saw a figure being sent flying.

It was Han Liu.

Pfft!

Han Liu managed to regain his balance but could not suppress a spurt of blood from escaping his lips. He now stood outside the fighting ring.

“I concede.” Han Liu’s complexion paled slightly as he uttered this admission in a subdued tone.

With that, he turned and departed without looking back. Despite his reluctance, he was powerless to alter the outcome, resigning himself to returning to his cultivation, determined to seize the next opportunity..