The vortex of dimensional light spun their vision, and in the next blink of an eye, solid stone footing supported the soles of Fang Zhe and his entourage once more.Whoosh!Not long after... The hot air of the lava cave was replaced by a bone-chilling cold night wind in the middle of the Main Altar... It was the starting point where they had first entered the pocket world of the Tournament.However, before Su Yin and Lu Chen Xi could even let out a sigh of relief over successfully surviving the first round, the atmosphere around them suddenly turned unbearably heavy.BZZZZZZT!A massive wave of aura pressure—a combination from dozens of cultivators ranging from one-star to three-star King Fighters—suddenly surged violently from the VIP stage! That pressure felt like the collapse of a row of ancient mountains, instantly locking down and suppressing the bodies of Fang Zhe, Ling Yin, Su Yin, and Lu Chen Xi right in the center of the altar."Th-this murderous intent... Wh-why is it target

The lethal threat from Ancestor Gu swept forth like a verdict from the god of death. The one-star Emperor Fighter murderous pressure enveloping the entire Main Altar caused the quartz stone ground beneath their feet to continuously fracture. Cultivators from various clans watching from the sidelines could only hold their breath, convinced that Fei Yi had no other choice than to yield and sacrifice Fang Zhe in order to save her own life and her sect's.However, amidst the soul-crushing weight of that aura...TAP.Fei Yi stepped half an inch forward. The snow-patterned sword in her hand gripped tightly, then tapped lightly into the air.SHAAAAA!A wave of lotus-scented ice mist erupted from her body once more, coating Fang Zhe, Su Yin, Ling Yin, and Lu Chen Xi with a transparent ice protection dome that shielded them from the onslaught of Ancestor Gu's aura.Fei Yi's beautiful face indeed appeared pale, but not a shred of fear could be seen in her expression."Back down? Sacrifice my ow

One second after hearing that offer..."Hahahahaha! Insane! You're all completely out of your minds!"Ancestor Gu's laughter exploded thunderously, echoing harshly off every wall of the black energy prison until it caused the disciples' ears to bleed. His gray eyes radiated absolute contempt as he gazed at the Ice Peacock Sect Master as if she were an insect leaping into a blazing fire."An offer of forgiveness? Compensation?" Ancestor Gu floated down another meter, the oppressive aura of the Martial Emperor realm erupting violently enough to fracture the ground deeply around the Ice Peacock Sect Master. "This punk has killed the genius generation of my Gu Clan and humiliated this clan's great name across the entire Eastern region! Blood must be paid with blood! Exactly what does your Ice Peacock Sect have to offer to replace the life of our supreme genius?!"The Ice Peacock Sect Master moved her fingers, struggling to maintain her blue snow shield, which was beginning to crack under

Ancestor Gu hovered rigidly in mid-air, his chest heaving with wild, ragged breaths. His once arrogant old face had turned ashen, stricken with shock and an uncontrollable terror. The backlash from the forced destruction of his own Qi energy attack caused his internal organs to churn, prompting him to spit dark blood from the corner of his mouth.He stared at the fair-skinned woman in silvery battle armor down below. A single sweep of her spear... Just a single, casual sweep of her spear had shattered Ancestor Gu's One-Star Emperor Warrior-scale attack into nothingness, leaving not even a speck of ash!"W-Who are you?!" Ancestor Gu roared in a trembling voice, drowned out by the swirling silver tempests still spinning around the Main Altar."How can a cultivator like you exist in this eastern frontier?! Don't pretend to be a god! State your name before the Gu Clan shatters your bones!"Hearing Ancestor Gu's blustering taunts, the armored woman did not even blink. She turned completely

The atmosphere around the Main Altar suddenly fell into a silence so heavy it felt like a noose tightening around the neck. The twenty golden glowing names floating in the air—carrying the peak reputation of the Eastern Region's younger generation—became the focus of thousands of pairs of eyes.Yet, instead of stepping forward with full confidence, the young geniuses whose names appeared on the list exchanged glances with anxious expressions. Cold sweat trickled from the temples of several among them.This open battle system without draw restrictions was like a double-edged sword. If they blindly stepped forward and challenged the wrong person, a tragic failure awaited them right before their eyes. More than that, the presence of Fang Zhe—who had just slaughtered dozens of geniuses and was capable of triggering a clash on the Emperor Warrior level—made the power dynamic among the top twenty terrifyingly grim. Challenging Fang Zhe meant handing over one's life, but letting him stand at