"Roar --"
Unlike a human howl that made the gong hum, Zhao Tianlei's eyes were red, and the blood vessels under his skin were bulging, strangely dark red, like twisted fiery snakes. The power of the explosive elixir was fully unleashed, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy soared wildly --
The peak of the ninth level of Qi Refinement... At the beginning of the tenth level... Mid-level 10!
The heat wave swept around him, the ring bricks crackled by the heat, the edge disciples' hair curled and they backed away in terror.
"Damn it, bursting the elixir? No life!"
"Ten levels of Qi Refinement? What the hell!"
"Chu Xuan is in danger!"
High platform, Elder Li's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his voice pretended to be worried: "The Unrestricted Pill of Combat, disciple's private affairs, consequences at your own risk."
The keeper of the outer gate frowned and was about to speak when Ling Qingxue's fingertips flashed with a cold light, and frost quietly covered the railing. Her voice was so soft that only two could hear: "If he dares to be partial, I will dare to draw my sword."
...
In the center of the heat wave, Chu Xuan squints his eyes, his primordial spirit senses fully open --
Zhao Tianlei's spiritual energy was like boiling lava, wild and unrivaled, but disordered, with tiny cracks in his meridians, it wouldn't last long.
"Burn it. The more vigorously it burns, the faster it will go out." The young man whispered, tiptoe lightly, and moved three feet sideways like a skater to avoid the waves of fire.
"Chu Xuan, die!" Zhao Tianlei roared, breaking the sword to recondense the fire blade, the temperature so high that the air was distorted, he slashed down with the sword, the fire waves like waterfalls hanging upside down.
"Cold Star · Frost's Descent." Chu Xuan pointed together, the sword qi came forward like a ribbon, ice and fire collided, "sizzle", white mist rose, the fire wave was frozen into half an ice wall, and before it touched the ground, it was steamed into water vapor by the subsequent heat wave, the arena instantly turned into a misty steamer.
"Hide?" Can you hide?" Zhao Tianlei laughed wildly, his figure like a whirlwind of flames, chasing the shadows in the mist and slashing wildly, and as the fire blade passed, the bluestone was cut into charred pieces.
Chu Xuan did not take it hard. He was like a ghostly figure, weaving through the crevices of the fire waves. With each step he took, a thin circle of ice spread under his feet. He used the power to slide, move sideways, and leap backward, like an ice dancer, so elegant that it was suffocating.
"So fast! I can't see the figure at all!"
"Is this skating or fighting?"
"Zhao Tianlei's fire is being played around!"
Off the stage, Lin Hao jumped excitedly: "Brother Chu is so handsome! Skating in flames, one of a kind!"
Zhang Asheng whispered, "But... But hiding all the time is not a solution."
Wang Tiezhu: "Don't worry, Brother Chu is looking for an opportunity."
...
Opportunities are fleeting.
Zhao Tianlei, unable to break through for a long time, has intensified the countereffect of the medicine in his body, with a tearing pain in his meridians and a momentary delay in his movements.
It's right now!
A flash of cold light in Chu Xuan's eyes, his figure suddenly stopped, his toes touched the ground, and he charged in the opposite direction towards the center of the fire wave --
"Cold Star · Ninghui!" "
The tip of the sword qi condensed into an ice-blue light ball, and the cold star inside spun rapidly like a miniature nebula, silently sticking to Zhao Tianlei's chest.
"Boom!" The boy groaned.
Boom!
The ice-blue ball exploded, sending cold stars flying, instantly piercing through the fire waves and bursting into an ice flower on Zhao Tianlei's chest, before the blood could spurt out, it had frozen into crimson ice crystals.
"Ah --" Zhao Tianlei cried, his body being blown back five steps, his chest opening shattered, revealing skin eroded by the cold, blue and purple interlaced, shocking to behold.
"Admit defeat?" Chu Xuan asked, his voice as soft as snow.
"I admit defeat, your mother --" Zhao Tianlei roared, his eyes red, completely lost his mind, his hands raised high, the fire blade condensed wildly, forming a blazing eagle about ten feet long, "the flame eagle fell!"
The eagle roared, and with the scorching wind, it swooped down, so hot that even the copper pillars at the edge of the ring gave off a "crackling" burnt smell.
"Stubbornness." Chu Xuan's eyes turned cold. With his right hand pointing together, he drew the Cold Moon sword an inch from its scabbard, and the icy blue light on the blade burst
"Cold Star · starfall."
The tip of the finger turned into an ice-blue meteor, dragging a long tail of flames, crashing head-on into the Flame Eagle.
Boom!
Ice and fire intertwined, water mist rising, the entire ring shrouded in white mist, pitch-dark.
In the mist came Zhao Tianlei's heart-rending scream: "Ah --"
Then, with a bang, the heavy object fell to the ground.
The white mist dissipated, and everyone saw Zhao Tianlei lying on the ground. His limbs were frozen cold, and his skin was a mixture of red and purple. The power of the blood-burning Pill counteracted, causing his meridians to crack inch by inch. The pain made his face twist, but he was no longer able to move.
"Admit defeat?" Chu Xuan asked, as if asking a stone.
Zhao Tianlei's lips quivered, but he couldn't make a complete sound.
On the high platform, Elder Li could no longer sit still, rose and coldly shouted: "Chu Xuan, he is powerless to fight any more, stop!"
Chu Xuan turned back, grinning with sharp teeth: "Elder, rest assured, I won't kill him -- I'll just let him lie down and reflect."
Saying this, he pointed and the cold sealed Zhao Tianlei's mute point, and the world fell silent in an instant.
"You --" Elder Li glared, but could not attack in public, he could only shrug his sleeve and snort: "The battle is over, Chu Xuan wins! Advance to the inner gate!"
The crowd erupted instantly.
"Win! "Overstepping, no suspense!"
"Even the Blood-burning Pill can't defeat Chu Xuan, he's awesome!"
"No. 1 of the outer sect, well-deserved!"
...
Chu Xuan turned around, clasped his hands in all directions, and laughed nonchalantly: "Yielding, next."
As he finished speaking, he looked through the crowd and met Elder Li. A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, as if saying --
"Rule favoritism? I'll still win for you."
Elder Li, with a sullen look on his face, stormed off.
Below the stage, Ling Qingxue let out a quiet sigh of relief, the cold light on her fingertips dissipated, and the corner of her lips lifted under her veil: "Little rascals, let him pretend again."
The disciple in the grey robe was hidden in the shadow, raising his cup from afar and offering silent congratulations.
Chu Xuan jumped off the ring and Lin Hao's trio pounced on him, jumping excitedly: "Brother, you are so handsome!"
"Brother Chu, teach me that move!"
"Can we enter the inner door? Ha ha ha!"
The young man, surrounded by his companions, laughed loudly like a freshly drawn sword.
The white mist has dissipated, and in the center of the ring there is only an "ice sculpture" wrapped in ice - Zhao Tianlei.
His eyelids could move, but he couldn't open them; His lips quivered but he couldn't shout; The remaining fire of the blood-burning pill surged beneath the skin, but was forced back into the meridians inch by inch by the cold, like a mad dog locked in an ice cage, making the blood vessels crackle.
"Admit defeat?"
Chu Xuan asked for the third time, his voice not high, but through the mist, it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Zhao Tianlei made a strange "ho ho" sound in his throat, and for the first time fear emerged in his pupils.
On the high platform, Elder Li's face was bluer than the arena, and he jumped up from the table: "Chu Xuan, you have won, and you still won!"
"Unsealed?" Chu Xuan turned back, smiling innocily, "Elder, please calm down. My spiritual power is shallow. I'm afraid he will pounced and bite again when I lift the seal. It's better to freeze for now. It's safe."
The word "safe" was very hard, like slapping Elder Li in the face in public.
The audience burst into laughter --
"Ha ha ha safe! "Brother Chu is so bad!"
"It's better to stay cold and avoid being bitten by mad dogs!"
"Old Master Li's face turned green. So cool!" "
The keeper of the outer gate coughed lightly, suppressed his smile, and said solemnly, "Chu Xuan, lift the seal. In full view of the public, he is powerless to fight again."
"Yes, I do." The young man shrugged his shoulders, and with a flick of his finger, the cracks in the ice spread instantly, and with a "crack", the ice shells shattered all over the ground.
Zhao Tianlei slumped to the ground, his skin a mixture of crimson and bluish purple, his meridians as if pierced by a thousand needles, his body twitching in pain but unable to make a sound - the mute point was still sealed by the cold.
Chu Xuan bent down, picked up the severed sword, threw it casually, and thrust it in front of Zhao Tianlei, the blade swaying like a flag of failure.
"Next time you want to bite someone, weigh your teeth first."
The boy's voice was faint but clear, and applause and whistling broke out again from the audience.
...
"The battle is over, Chu Xuan wins! Advance to the inside!"
The disciple of the deacon declared loudly, with uncontainable excitement in his voice.
The crowd erupted and cheers rose and fell --
"First outside! It's well-deserved!"
"Who else can do the tenth level of Qi Refinement?"
"Brother Chu, take me to fly!"
Lin Hao's trio rushed onto the stage, jumping excitedly --
"Brother, you're so handsome! I'm going to write a biography of you!"
"Brother Chu, teach me that move of starfall!"
"Inner Door!" We can get into the inner gate! Ha ha ha!"
Chu Xuan, surrounded by his companions, laughed his teeth out of sight, but his gaze pierced through the crowd and met Elder Li.
In the old man's eyes, murderous intent and wariness interwove like two venomous snakes intertwined.
The young man raised his eyebrows and spoke in silence --
"Old man, rule favoritism? I'll still win."
Elder Li left in a huff, his back somewhat disheveled.
...
Below the stage, Ling Qingxue turned quietly, her lips slightly raised under her veil: "Little rascal, let him pretend again."
The keeper of the outer gate stroked his beard, laughing until his teeth were out of his eyes: "Good talent, good talent! Born in the mortal world, yet with the ninth level of qi refining, he crushed the tenth level, breaking the record and bringing shame to our outer gate!"
Beside him, several elders nodded their heads, their eyes burning -
"This child can be given special attention."
"The essence of the Cold Star Sword Technique has been mastered. It's rare."
"Born in the mortal world, yet superior to the second generation of immortals, interesting."
...
As the crowd dispersed, Chu Xuan had just jumped off the ring, and the grey-robed disciple passed by again, with a note between his fingertips --
"The blood-burning pill is just an appetizer. The main course is inside the door. Be careful of kitchen knives."
Chu Xuan crushed the paper strips, a cold air welled up in his palm, and the paper scraps turned into ice powder and drifted away with the wind.
He looked up at the distant mountain gate, where the setting sun dyed the sky blood red, like a battle flag spread out.
"Inner door?" Kitchen knife? Come on, let's go together."