“Group Four: Xia Jingzhi, Fan Yiqian, Cang Xuan!” Venerable Fengchen announced with a smile.
“Watch me!” Fan Yiqian’s battle intent surged, lightning crackling across his body.
Xia Jingzhi was a beautiful woman with an amiable aura, one that naturally drew goodwill from anyone who saw her.
Cang Xuan… was none other than General Xuan.
Dongbo Xueying sat calmly, his focus fixed on General Xuan. *”Back when we resisted the soul-will techniques, he, Xia Fayang, and I fell almost one after another. I wonder if he specializes in soul attacks.”*
An immensely strong willpower might indicate some proficiency in soul-related arts—perhaps defensive techniques—but it didn’t necessarily mean mastery in offensive soul attacks. A formidable will could stem from many paths, yet those truly skilled in soul assaults always possessed an indomitable will.
**BOOM—**
The battle erupted instantly.
The spectators were soon astonished. The combat level of this group nearly rivaled that of *”Yingshan Xueying and Xia Fayang’s”* group! Far surpassing the first and second groups in both spectacle and ferocity.
“Die! All of you, DIE!” Fan Yiqian had gone utterly berserk, his eyes blazing with lightning. He had clearly activated a forbidden technique.
A bronze staff swept across the battlefield with overwhelming force, his entire body wreathed in thunder. Each strike tore through the air with terrifying speed—hundreds, even thousands of blows unleashed in an instant. Not only were they swift, but their power was monstrous.
*”Damn,”* Dongbo Xueying thought, inwardly shocked. *”Such terrifying strength. The Five-Phase Sealing Technique alone might not withstand such a frenzied assault.”*
Xia Jingzhi wielded her sword with grace, her techniques embodying the pinnacle of softness and yin. Even under Fan Yiqian’s onslaught, she held her ground.
But the one who truly stunned Dongbo Xueying was General Xuan.
**BANG! BANG! BANG!**
Purple radiance erupted around General Xuan, flooding the entire arena and enveloping both Xia Jingzhi and Fan Yiqian. Casually gripping a massive hammer, he directly engaged Fan Yiqian.
Hammer against bronze staff.
Though the hammer seemed light and effortless, General Xuan stood his ground without faltering, meeting each staff strike head-on. As time passed, the purple radiance coiled tighter, ensnaring Fan Yiqian like quicksand. Despite his furious roars, his strength waned relentlessly. Finally, with a single, almost lazy swing—
**THUD!**
Fan Yiqian, his power drastically diminished, was hurled out of the arena.
General Xuan then turned to Xia Jingzhi.
Already weaker in physical cultivation, she struggled under the increasing weight of the purple radiance. Any ordinary tenth-level Chaos Realm expert could have defeated her now. With a mere step forward, General Xuan casually swung his hammer—
**BOOM!**
Xia Jingzhi was sent flying.
*”His domain, the moment it manifests, already rivals the peak of the tenth level—and it only grows stronger with time. By the battle’s end, its limit still hadn’t been reached. What kind of technique is this?”* Dongbo Xueying marveled. Even with his knowledge, he couldn’t identify it. But one thing was certain: it was terrifying.
…
**Group Four: General Xuan’s victory.** The Cang Clan had finally secured a win.
**Group Five…**
*”Huh?”*
Dongbo Xueying stared in surprise at the lone figure remaining on the circular battlefield—a young woman in green.
*”Fan Mozhu? She won?”* Though her opponents had been weaker, her strength was undeniable. *”Fan Sanyuan, Fan Mozhu, Fan Yiqian… these three are on the same level, with only minor differences. Fan Yiqian is more frenzied and brutal, Fan Sanyuan more balanced, but Fan Mozhu… her swordsmanship is terrifying, almost on par with Xia Wuhua!”*
The hall buzzed with murmurs.
The second round had concluded: the Xia Clan won two groups, the Fan Clan two, and the Cang Clan one.
“Haha! The Xia and Fan Clans each claim two victories, while the Cang Clan takes one. Currently, the Xia Clan holds five golden cauldrons, the Fan Clan four, and the Cang Clan two,” Venerable Fengchen proclaimed.
The Cang Clan’s two cauldrons were both earned by General Xuan.
The Fan Clan’s tally was bolstered by Dongbo Xueying’s contributions.
As for the Xia Clan… their overall strength was simply overwhelming.
“Take this time to rest. Once all have recovered, we shall commence the third and final round,” Venerable Fengchen declared. Many had sustained heavy injuries or exhausted their mental reserves—they needed time to recuperate.
…
In the grand hall.
Emperor Xia smirked at Patriarch Fan beside him. “Brother Fan, as per the rules of the Three-Clan Contest, the third round will let these youngsters fight with all they’ve got. My Xia Clan has not only produced two prodigies—Xia Fayang and Xia Wuhua—but even I was unaware that Chengyuan had mastered the *Song of the Great Dao*. Though your Fan Clan’s Yingshan Xueying and the Cang Clan’s Cang Xuan are formidable, they stand alone. My Xia Clan’s three juniors are all exceptional. Combined with our lead from the first two rounds, victory is all but assured.”
For the usually humble Emperor Xia to say *”all but assured”* meant it was practically set in stone.
“Brother Fan, your Fan Clan has lost five times in a row. This sixth defeat is inevitable,” Emperor Cang laughed.
“Hmph. Six times… This time, the Xia Clan has three prodigies, stronger than ever before,” Patriarch Fan muttered, frowning.
He had full confidence in Yingshan Xueying—one-on-one, he could sweep the field.
But one man alone wasn’t enough. Fan Sanyuan and the others were talented, but compared to monsters like Xia Fayang and Xia Chengyuan, they fell short.
“Regardless, a loss is a loss. Six consecutive defeats,” Emperor Xia teased.
To them, victory or defeat wasn’t truly significant.
But for beings of their stature, few things brought amusement. Watching an old rival *”break records”* again was simply too entertaining.
“Don’t celebrate yet. It’s not over!” Patriarch Fan said coolly, though inwardly, he knew the odds were bleak.
…
During the break, rare and exquisite wines were served—each sip rejuvenating the spirit and body. Within an hour, all participants had returned to peak condition.
“The Three-Clan Contest now enters its final round,” Venerable Fengchen announced. “The first round tested willpower. The second assessed the overall strength of each clan’s disciples. But for us cultivators, individual prowess is paramount! A single supreme expert can dominate an entire group. Thus, this final round will allow all fifteen Chaos Realm experts to fight with everything they possess.”
**Whoosh.**
With a wave of his hand, fifteen faintly visible pocket worlds materialized in the hall’s center. “Each of you will enter one. Emperor Xia himself will summon waves of enemies for you to face.”
“Defeat the first wave, earn one golden cauldron. The second wave, two… and so on. Overcoming the ninth wave grants nine cauldrons!” Venerable Fengchen explained. “The total cauldrons earned by each clan’s representatives will be tallied, combined with the previous rounds, and the highest total wins.”
“In the last contest, only six cleared the first wave. Just two made it past the second,” he added.
Most participants already knew—this trial was brutally difficult.
Even those selected for the Three-Clan Contest often failed at the first hurdle. The second? Only the most monstrous talents ever succeeded.
As for clearing **nine waves**?
Unprecedented in history.
The best record to date was four.
“Fight with everything you have,” Lord Kuichen urged via mental transmission. “The rest of you must at least clear the first wave. As for Lord Feixue… we hope you can conquer **three**.”
Fan Yiqian, Fan Sanyuan, and Salong King all tensed.
None had contributed a single cauldron yet. Proud as they were, their pride now burned as fuel.
*”I dominated the Icefield Tribes. How can I fail here, in the Summerflame Kingdom, in all three rounds? No!”* Salong King seethed. Fan Yiqian and Fan Sanyuan blazed with battle intent. Fan Mozhu remained silent. Dongbo Xueying sat as calmly as ever.
“Very well. All fifteen of you, enter your pocket worlds,” Venerable Fengchen commanded.
In unison, the fifteen Chaos Realm experts rose. Without haste, they stepped forward—the Xia Clan at the center, the Fan and Cang Clans flanking—each vanishing into their respective pocket worlds.
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