“Impossible! I don’t believe you can catch it!” Zhu Jian teetered on the edge of collapse, frantically grabbing the golden arrow, biting his palm, and nocking it again.
Blinding golden light and a sky-shaking aura erupted. Blood from Zhu Jian’s hand flowed into the arrow, turning it crimson, the golden glow shifting to blood-red.
“Whoosh!”
A deep, mysterious light bloomed from Zhu Jian’s dantian, an arrow phantom forming behind him. A terrifying aura ravaged all directions.
Fearsome fluctuations radiated from him and the bow, winds surging, the sky darkening. A devastating strike was brewing.
The crowd paled at the sight. This attack was too powerful—Zhu Jian had not only infused Arrow Intent but unleashed a high-grade Mysterious phenomenon, the Golden Arrow Phenomenon.
Combined with the fearsome God-Slaying Three Arrows technique.
This arrow had reached an unparalleled peak.
Even Lin Xiao’s expression grew grave. Spiritual power surged from his mind, his tempered physical strength fully mobilized. A berserk martial intent enveloped his arms, an unmatched aura exploding from him.
Facing this terrifying arrow, Lin Xiao prepared to catch it with his utmost strength.
“Die!!!”
With Zhu Jian’s roar, the devastating arrow pierced the sky, moving at invisible speed toward Lin Xiao, shrieking ominously.
“Whoosh!”
Spiritual power coated the arrow, berserk martial intent infused his arms, and thunder-tempered strength surged into them. Lin Xiao’s hands reached for the arrow.
Clang!
A resounding clang shook the heavens, terrifying fluctuations erupting from Lin Xiao’s hands, radiating outward.
His hands gripped the arrow tightly, wild winds swirling, his hair whipping.
Everything moved, but he didn’t—Lin Xiao stood firm, stopping the earth-shaking arrow dead.
The third God-Slaying arrow was caught, and he hadn’t moved an inch.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed from Zhu Jian’s mouth, and he collapsed, unconscious.
Not only was he mentally shattered by the sight, but casting the third arrow had drained his strength and half his blood, leaving him unable to stand.
Looking at the fallen Zhu Jian, Lin Xiao was slightly surprised. Zhu Jian had forcibly used the third arrow, suffering backlash. No need for Lin Xiao’s three strikes—he was already out.
He’d eliminated another strong foe for Hu Yue.
With Wei Yanjie and Zhu Jian down, Hu Yue’s chances of advancing soared.
“He must have succeeded in thunder tempering, or his physical strength couldn’t be this strong!” On the main platform, Baili He was certain Lin Xiao had completed thunder tempering.
“After so many years, someone finally took this step…” Baili He was inwardly thrilled.
Even Gu Xuanyuan and Xiahou Jing showed serious expressions, now listing Lin Xiao as an opponent—though just an ordinary one.
Mo Jiutian’s eyes grew colder, like an abyss, as if making a decision.
Gu Juejin and the Shura Butcher’s eyes blazed with stronger fighting spirit.
In contrast, Wu Ke and others wore self-mocking expressions. To think they’d dreamed of challenging Lin Xiao?
How laughable!
Gu Han felt cold sweat down his spine but found comfort in his brother Gu Juejin, who could match Lin Xiao’s brilliance.
Yu Xiang, Jia Chao, and Xiahou Lan trembled, abandoning any thoughts of opposition, left with only fear—utter fear.
With Lin Xiao’s talent, how could they afford to provoke him?
Without Xiahou Jing’s protection, any slight trouble could spell their doom, even outside the Holy City.
Of course, they were overthinking—Lin Xiao didn’t even consider them worth his attention.
“Boss is mighty!”
“Boss is invincible!”
The Tianmen disciples roared wildly, their excitement boundless.
The arena erupted, ignited by this battle.
Subsequent fights saw disciples brimming with fighting spirit, making battles fiercer and the atmosphere electric.
Roar!
At Arena Two, facing a strong opponent, the unassuming Niu Bi suddenly glowed golden, a radiant golden armor forming on him. A heroic, divine aura burst forth, transforming the homely Niu Bi into a war god, his presence awe-inspiring, his fighting spirit soaring.
Above him, clouds roiled, and a golden bull seemed to step from the heavens, merging into his body.
His spiked club glowed with blinding golden light, radiating fearsome fluctuations. With one swing, carrying immense force, it seemed to shake the void.
Boom!
A thunderous crash, and Niu Bi’s formidable opponent was blasted out of the arena in utter shock.
“Golden Divine Bull Physique!” Lin Xiao was stunned.
The Golden Divine Bull, an ancient beast, was debatably a divine beast due to its overwhelming power.
Legend held that in ancient times, it stepped from the heavens, its golden light boundless, shaking the earth with each step, its might vast.
Whether the tales were true, one thing was certain: the Golden Divine Bull was immensely powerful.
Niu Bi’s golden bull stepping from the heavens matched the legend, merging into him without dantian light, indicating it wasn’t a phenomenon but a physique.
A physique strong enough could trigger phenomena.
Niu Bi’s Golden Divine Bull shocked everyone—truly, everyone.
“Damn, how’d this ugly fatty get so epic?”
At Arena One, Ma Bi, battling another, paused, stunned by the sight.
His opponent was equally shocked.
With Niu Bi’s fight over, their battle resumed.
And Ma Bi’s opponent was no slouch—a third-level Martial King veteran, ranked in the top thirty.
“Damn it, if that ugly fatty’s so heroic, how can I, Master Ma Bi, lag behind?”
Ma Bi’s curses echoed, his body glowing emerald green, an intimidating aura bursting forth.
At that moment, Ma Bi seemed transformed, his aura like a flood about to burst, exuding immense pressure, almost suffocating.
