Bang! Bang! Bang!
Terrifying shockwaves rippled across the arena.
The gathered immortals watched intently.
Since the bald immortal only reached the second stage, Yuan Qing’s battle offered a chance to gauge the third stage’s opponents’ strength.
“The two opponents in the third stage, individually, are probably about as strong as the second stage’s, but there are two of them.”
“And their coordination is flawless, making them incredibly tough!”
The crowd couldn’t help but sigh as they watched.
As they spoke, Yuan Qing, facing the pincer attack, was struck hard by a massive hammer, forcing him to retreat!
The opponents didn’t relent, pressing their fierce assault.
“Damn it! Damn it!”
Yuan Qing cursed, struggling to defend, but he was overwhelmed and forced to retreat from the third arena back to the starting point.
“Even Yuan Qing couldn’t pass?” Many immortals looked disheartened.
Though Yuan Qing’s temperament wasn’t well-liked, his strength was undeniable, ranking above average among the fifteen.
“If even Yuan Qing can’t pass, only a handful of us will make it through,” Gong Yi from Xiaoyao Tower said.
“The difficulty is immense,” Lin Yun said, his expression growing serious.
Though he hadn’t tried yet, Lin Yun could sense the challenge’s intensity and pressure.
“It seems the three of us—me, you, and Mo Qing—may struggle to pass this stage,” Dongguo Wuji said with a wry smile.
Yuan Qing, back at the starting point, couldn’t hold back his curses, “What kind of old relic master set this up? It’s so tough even I can’t pass. How many in the human race could?”
After all, only about forty humans surpassed him in strength.
“If you’re not satisfied, leave. No one’s forcing you to take this trial. Don’t be ungrateful!” the tree spirit’s cold voice snapped.
“You…” Yuan Qing’s face shifted, but he didn’t dare say more, as this was the relic master’s domain.
“Yuan Qing, stop embarrassing yourself. If you can’t pass, it’s just your lack of skill!” Xin Yu from the Heavenly God Palace said coldly.
“If you’re so great, you try!” Yuan Qing retorted bitterly.
“Hmph, I will!”
With a cold snort, Xin Yu stomped and soared toward the first arena!
“Xin Yu ranks twenty-ninth on the Heavenly God List, the strongest among us. He should make it, right?”
“If he can’t, none of us stand a chance!”
The immortals turned their eyes to the arena.
Lin Yun held back, wanting to observe the situation first.
As Xin Yu charged to the first arena, Lin Yun’s gaze locked on, curious if he could succeed.
Xin Yu reached the first arena, brandishing a long spear with a ferocious assault on the axe-wielding man, his peak triple Mahayana realm aura fully unleashed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Xin Yu’s spear gleamed like starlight, each strike unleashing terrifying spatial vortices, their power heart-stopping!
The spear’s force and penetration were formidable!
Even within the triple Mahayana realm, strength varied, and Xin Yu stood out as exceptional.
His fierce attacks forced the axe-wielding man back, and with a spear thrust transforming into a terrifying dragon, he sent the opponent flying, easily advancing to the second arena.
“Xin Yu passed the first stage like that!”
The crowd was astonished.
Unlike the bald immortal and Yuan Qing, who fought their way to the second stage, Xin Yu defeated the first opponent outright, advancing with ease.
“Xin Yu is truly formidable,” Lin Yun remarked.
Lin Yun privately wondered if he could match Xin Yu in a fight.
Though Lin Yun had defeated a dragon comparable to a human triple Mahayana realm in the Dragon Clan, that dragon’s actual realm was lower, relying on powerful techniques and physique to match that level.
Defeating it had been extremely difficult for Lin Yun, and he only managed to knock it off the arena without causing real harm.
A dragon merely comparable to the triple Mahayana realm was far from Xin Yu, a peak performer in that realm.
On the second arena, Xin Yu’s battle resumed, but with little suspense, he broke through to the third.
“The final arena. Let’s see if Xin Yu can pass,” the immortals said, tensing up.
As Xin Yu reached the third arena, the two hammer-wielding men swung their massive weapons at him from both sides.
Xin Yu’s arms shook, his body glowing as he thrust his spear, sparking another fierce battle.
On the third arena, he held nothing back, unleashing all his techniques, ultimately breaking through the two men’s blockade to reach the other side of the passage.
“Xin Yu made it!”
The immortals exclaimed in excitement.
Someone passing proved the stage was surmountable, lifting their spirits.
The tree spirit’s voice rang out, “Those who pass, proceed. Rewards and new trials await.”
“Everyone, I’ll move forward. Good luck,” Xin Yu said, clasping his fists toward the group before heading onward.
The immortals envied him.
Meanwhile, more immortals eagerly rushed to the arena.
One, two, three…
After four consecutive failures, another succeeded—the leader from Taixu Tavern.
“I’ll give it a try!” Dongguo Wuji, unable to hold back, charged to the arena.
Sadly, he failed to break through the third arena and returned defeated.
Now, only six remained who hadn’t tried.
Among them were Lin Yun, Mo Qing, and the two from Xiaoyao Tower.
“Lin Yun, are you going to try?” Gong Yi from Xiaoyao Tower asked, looking at him.
