With a whirlwind, Nangong Xian'er flew eight zhang away to avoid Meng Ke'er's jade lotus petals. Her white dress fluttered and danced in the air. From afar, she truly looked like a celestial being, her posture incredibly graceful and beautiful to the extreme.
Meng Ke'er stopped abruptly, and after a dazzling flash of light, she rode the Taoist treasure and lotus platform, suddenly rushing into the sky, heading straight for the Hun Tian Little Demon King.
"Hehe..." High in the sky, Xiang Tian let out a chilling laugh, his eyes bloodshot.
Today, he was severely injured by Chen Dong in front of tens of thousands of people, which made him extremely ashamed and angry. He wanted to grind Chen Dong to dust. This is why he did not retreat after taking the holy medicine. He wanted to find an opportunity to regain his face.
Upon seeing Meng Ke'er arrive, the mischievous little devil seemed to have found an outlet for his anger. Without uttering a word, he charged forward like a madman.
Seeing that the two top young masters were about to fight, the mage in the air quickly retreated into the distance.
A crystal-clear jade lotus braid, radiating intense divine light, transformed into a beam of divine light and flew towards the sky. Meng Ke'er stopped fifteen feet away from Xiang Tian. She was deeply wary of the Martial Demon Movement Technique and did not want to get too close or engage in close combat until she found a way to break it.
Undeterred, Xiang Tian raised his palm and blasted away the jade lotus petals. Then, roaring, he charged forward with astonishing force. Meng Ke'er was shocked. She had been fighting below and hadn't noticed what was happening in the air, unaware that Xiang Tian had recovered. However, she remained calm. Five more lotus petals spun out, slashing towards the Chaotic Little Demon King.
The Little Demon King of Chaos continuously used his Martial Demon Body Technique, changing positions in the air one after another, leaving Xiang Tian's afterimages high in the sky. Meng Ke'er, on the other hand, kept urging her Jade Lotus Braid to maintain a certain distance from him.
However, Xiang Tian possessed the Divine Demon Wings, moving with lightning speed, no slower than Meng Ke'er. Combined with his Martial Demon Movement Technique, the distance between them closed rapidly.
Finally, Meng Ke'er seemed to have a plan and didn't want to keep dodging. She stopped, and her nine lotus braids moved in unison, five for protection and four for attack. A misty light flowed around her, and the colorful glow was dazzling.
Xiang Tian's eyes were bloodshot as he dodged the attacks of the four lotus braids while simultaneously using his Martial Demon Movement Technique to find an opportunity to strike Meng Ke'er. His body moved like a ghost, darting east and west, south and north, moving at incredible speed, his shadow seemingly everywhere in the sky.
The five lotus braids surrounding Meng Ke'er were exceptionally intelligent, fluttering up and down, radiating light. Like several shields of light, they protected her in the center. Although Xiang Tian rushed to Meng Ke'er's side several times, he was unable to break through the jade lotus braids, which were like divine shields from the heavens, and could not harm her in the slightest.
The two intertwined in mid-air like lightning, unleashing terrifying energy fluctuations that eclipsed even the sun.
This was a rare aerial battle, seldom seen among Eastern cultivators. It captivated tens of thousands of cultivators, with countless shouts echoing throughout the entire capital.
The Heartless Curse is a supreme martial art ranked among the top treasures of the cultivation world, passed down for thousands of years and renowned throughout the universe. Qi Teng truly deserves to be called a rare genius of the Heartless Path in hundreds of years. Without the guidance of a master, he managed to glimpse its mysteries, initially achieving the Heartless Body, and his profound skills are unfathomable.
Once the Heartless Technique was unleashed, countless afterimages appeared in the arena, each one identical to Qi Teng. These were not illusions, but Qi Teng's true form. Because of his incredible speed, it created the illusion that countless Qi Tengs were present in all directions.
This Heartless Movement Technique is a famously fast movement technique in the martial arts world. If it weren't for the simultaneous emergence of the Heavenly Demon Eight Steps and the Martial Demon Movement Technique today, there would probably be few movement techniques in the world that could compare to this Heartless Movement Technique.
Of course, the Heartless Curse is famous in the cultivation world not because of its Heartless Movement Technique, but mainly because of its mysterious and unpredictable mental cultivation method. Qi Teng's palm strike is like a tidal wave, not only incredibly powerful but also extremely peculiar. The vast palm force is sometimes as cold as ice and sometimes as hot as a furnace.
The powerful palm strike occasionally rippled across the ground, sending stones flying. If these stones encountered the icy palm force, they would be instantly enveloped in a layer of frost, then frozen into pieces in a flash. If the flying stones were to enter the fiery palm force, they would be instantly incinerated to ashes. One can imagine how terrifying the alternating hot and cold palm force was.
However, Qi Teng's opponent, Wang Qun, a successor of the Zixiao Palace, showed no fear in the face of this powerful palm strike. The profound skill passed down by the Zixiao Palace is called "Righteous Qi," originally a profound and unique martial art, but after being modified by a genius martial artist hundreds of years ago, it has gradually become more like a kingly martial art.
A cultivator must possess an aura of self-assurance and dominance to cultivate this modified Righteous Qi to its ultimate level. Wang Hui was clearly such a person; at this moment, he exuded an aura of dominance over the world. Facing Qi Teng, who had just achieved the Heartless Body, he showed no fear. Wisps of purple energy swirled around him, and with each palm strike he unleashed, the entire world seemed to tremble.
He and Qi Teng were evenly matched, and each clash produced a deafening roar. The two moved seven or eight zhang apart with lightning speed, sometimes on the ground and sometimes flying to a height of nearly ten zhang in the air to fight each other, intertwined like two streaks of light.
Several martial artists who had been surrounding these sacred sites were brutally murdered because they couldn't dodge in time. One was instantly frozen in ice by Qi Teng's chilling palm strike, then torn to pieces, becoming a pile of shattered corpses. Another was instantly incinerated by Qi Teng's fiery palm strike, leaving not a trace. And yet another was turned into minced meat by the purple energy surging forth from Wang Hui.
The others were terrified, their faces turning ashen. Although these people were assassins from the holy lands of good and evil, they were still terrified at the sight before them, and they all retreated quickly.
On the other side, Nangong Yin, the successor of the Way of Passion, and Xuan Fan, the young holy monk of Xiaolin Temple, are locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Nangong Yin, dressed in flowing white, looked like a celestial being, his movements as graceful as flowing water. Upon closer inspection, one could observe a faint red mist surrounding him; this was the most potent form of the Path of Passion, a mist that, if it touched one, would instantly ignite a burning desire within.
Xuanfan of Xiaolin Temple was well aware of the powerful methods of the Dao of Love and Desire. A yellow light surged around him, blocking the red mist of love from his body. At the same time, he used all the Buddhist demon-subduing supernatural powers. At this moment, he looked solemn and dignified, with a hint of transcendence.
Unlike Qi Teng and Wang Hui, who fought fiercely and relentlessly, the two men usually separated after a brief exchange, retreating far away with a single blow. It seemed more like they were sparring. However, those with high cultivation levels knew that such seemingly peaceful battles contained greater dangers. They could either remain calm or suddenly become as fierce as thunder, turning the situation into a brutal and devastating conflict.
Despite her unparalleled beauty, Nangong Xian'er did not make a move, remaining an observer and seemingly using her numerical advantage to suppress the righteous holy land. She spent most of her time watching the battle between Meng Ke'er and the mischievous Xiang Tian in the air, her eyes occasionally flashing with a strange light.
Two pairs on the ground and one pair in the air, six young powerhouses fought fiercely and evenly. All six were exceptionally strong, not only the strongest young masters in the holy lands of the righteous and evil paths, but also the pinnacle of young powerhouses in the Eastern Continent. This was a battle of the best.
Today's battle is of immense significance, marking the first major clash between the holy lands of good and evil in this generation. The tens of thousands of spectators cheered wildly; such a battle between the pinnacle of youth is rare in recent years. Without a doubt, these six individuals are all qualified to be among the "Top Ten Youths" of the Eastern Continent. This battle will likely rewrite the existing top ten.
But just then, a long laugh pierced the air, shaking the entire central square.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
A dark shadow flew swiftly over the central square, and everyone couldn't help but look up. They saw a young man dressed in black riding on a bird, circling continuously in the sky.
The man in black had eyes that shone brightly like cold lightning, clearly indicating a person of exceptional skill. However, he exuded an evil aura, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.
The bird beneath his feet was quite peculiar; it was covered in a layer of iron armor, with only its eyes emitting a deathly gray light, the rest of its body encased within the armor. This strange bird was only a little over two meters long, but despite being armored, it was able to steadily hold the man in black aloft, which was truly astonishing.
A strong sense of unease welled up in Chen Dong's heart, because he sensed a dense aura of death, and the source of this death aura was actually the strange bird. He knew that something strange was about to happen.
The black-clad youth in the air chuckled, "Today is truly lively! The strongest youths from both the righteous and evil holy lands have gathered here. Such a grand event is truly exciting! I'm afraid today's battle will become the Saint-conferring ceremony for the top young powerhouses of the East. How could I, Gu Xi, be absent? I, Gu Xi, will also strive for a Sainthood in this Saint-conferring ceremony!"