Crush

Emperor Capital and Qiu Li were still staring at each other, only now they were lying in holes in the ground.

Before the two could even figure out what had happened, Emperor Capital, enduring the pain in his body, blurted out inexplicably, "What a coincidence."

Qiu Li, gritting his teeth, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, unsure whether Emperor Capital was mocking him or genuinely greeting him.

But he had no time to think about it now.

Because Chen Xia was crouching right in front of him, his expression still calm, and asked, "Still wanna fight?"

He seemed somewhat nonchalant, as if Emperor Capital and Qiu Li had not posed any threat to him at all.

Qiu Li gritted his teeth, immediately flipped up from the ground, and roared, "Fight!"

His divine eyes flashed radiantly, the externally-manifested immortal body blossoming with brilliance for the first time, combining with his divine eyes for an exceptionally powerful mystic art of wrestling!

"Immortal Gate!"

Qiu Li made incantation gestures with both hands, opening and closing them from top to bottom. Then suddenly a huge gate descended from heaven and earth, murky and chaotic inside, yet also seemingly an expansive cave when viewed from afar!

This was Qiu Li's trump card mystic art!

The Immortal Gate manifested behind Qiu Li, and he seemed to walk out of it, becoming an immortal!

But before this immortal could steady himself, a gust of howling wind blasted forth.

The fluttering green figure rushed forward so quickly it was as if he had jumped through time itself. The air pressure collapsed and space shuddered.

What filled Qiu Li's divine eyes was a punch hurtling straight at him!

The ground shook, and it seemed even the horizon tilted.

Qiu Li gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the punch, relying on the Immortal Gate behind him. Trickles of blood already seeped from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, he only had one thought in mind:

So powerful!

A smile appeared on Chen Xia's calm face. His left fist, which was blocked, did not move, while his right hand suddenly grabbed and clutched Qiu Li's head, then fiercely flung it outward.

Qiu Li's figure flew out like a meteor, blasting open the ground and carving out a long gully that stretched for kilometers before lightly bumping against a mountain range.

The mountain range suddenly split apart, shattered into two halves, like a chasm from the heavens.

Chen Xia stood atop the Immortal Gate, tilting his head back slightly. His green robes fluttered in the gentle breeze, and he lightly stamped his foot.

The entire suspended Immortal Gate abruptly dropped down, smashing into the ground and sending soil flying, colliding with the giant sword below it.

Clang!

Just this one ring spread out uncontrollably, echoing throughout the entire probation disciple area.

So much so that Little Elder and the probation disciples swarmed over, wanting to see what big incident had occurred.

At one look, they were scared to death, never expecting it to be this kind of situation.

Among them, Little Elder was even more horrified, eyes bulging as he stared at the fighting scene, mouth agape but unable to utter a word.

Only Little Elder knew what concept this battle represented.

It was the official melee between the three top disciples of the previous term!

This was no joke. The three of them, no matter where they went, could be considered formidable powers at the Falling Sea Realm. What's more, they were top disciples at the level of emperor bloodlines!

Chen Xia could even be considered above an emperor bloodline!

"What do you say, should we notify the elders?" one little elder worriedly asked, afraid something would happen from their fight.

Mostly, he was afraid Chen Xia would accidentally decapitate someone again like last time.

"The elders should already know. We don't need to worry too much, just watch peacefully. This kind of fight isn't easy to see! They're all fierce ones."

Little Elder sighed in admiration as he watched the fighting scene in anticipation.

Would it be Emperor Capital and Qiu Li joining forces to pull Chen Xia down from his pedestal, or would it be Chen Xia alone defeating his two fellow top disciples of the same term to continue his legend?

Everything was still up in the air!

Qiu Li flipped up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He glared fiercely at Emperor Capital.

Emperor Capital, who had his hands in his sleeves, turned his head, originally wanting to pretend he didn't see. But unable to withstand Qiu Li's constant meaningful glances, he flicked his wide sleeves and loudly proclaimed,

"Since Qiu Li is no match for you, then I'll have to try!"

With a stomp of his foot, his body was suddenly shrouded in black smoke, exuding an aura of lifelessness that instantly spread out, coating his robes.

The mystic art of the Demonic Heart, Evil Bones displayed its complete majesty at this moment, possessing a formidable momentum.

Unfortunately, Chen Xia was unaffected by such tricks. He tilted his head and casually beckoned with one hand.

"Come on then."

Emperor Capital also did not hesitate any longer. After all, he too was a top disciple. When it came to fighting, he would not coward out. Right then, he grabbed at the void with one hand and forcefully pulled.

A long spear formed from black smoke emerged with a whoosh, gripped steady in his hand.

The black smoke spear radiated a heavy lifeless aura, as if from time immemorial, full of destructive intent.

Emperor Capital raised the long spear high, spat out a mouthful of black smoke, and his arm suddenly bulged. With a tilt of his body and a swing of his arm,

Whoosh!

Like a streak of black smoke, it tore through the void along its path, hurtling forth!

Before Chen Xia's eyes was an extremely fast flashing black dot. He lightly tilted his head and the black smoke streak brushed past his hair before landing behind him.

Boom!

The ground hundreds of meters behind Chen Xia exploded, the lifeless black smoke frantically pulling and swirling, like a ravenous beast seeking humans to devour, before quickly fading away into silence.

Chen Xia stood atop the Immortal Gate, expression tranquil. He reached out and twirled the singed strands of hair, lightly plucked them out, casually rubbed them between his fingers, and they vanished into thin air.

"Too slow."

He stood atop the Immortal Gate, slightly tilting his head back, and smiled lightly as he spoke.

Sweat beaded on Emperor Capital's forehead as he felt the pressure. Spitting out another mouthful of black smoke, he reached into the void and pulled out another black smoke spear.

"Wanna try again?" Chen Xia raised a brow and asked.

Emperor Capital raised the spear, eyes fierce, and shouted back, "What if it hits this time?"

"It will indeed hit."

The calm voice and human figure seemed to arrive at the same time. When Emperor Capital heard those words, Chen Xia's hand had already grabbed the tip of the black smoke spear.

The two faced each other.

The black smoke spear was like a tiger without fangs or claws, rendered completely powerless.

Emperor Capital's pupils dilated, somewhat incredulous.

Next, an enormous force transmitted from the black smoke spear. The spear in Emperor Capital's hands actually turned against him, stabbing toward him from Chen Xia's hand!

Boom!

A frightening loud noise echoed out hundreds of meters as the ground sunk, completely corroded away until only a giant crater remained.

At the lowest point of the crater, Emperor Capital gasped for breath nonstop, pupils dilated as he stared straight at the green-clothed figure before him.

He could not understand at all how this result came about.

Dust rose in the gentle breeze, hesitant to settle.

Chen Xia's fluttering green robes were imbued with a rich aura of the sword, as if he had donned a robe of swords. He stood steadily in place, stretching out a hand and smiling slightly as he tilted his head.

"That's it?"

Emperor Capital spat out a mouthful of blood as he slowly crawled up from within the crater, gritting his teeth as he asked,

"You look down on us?"

"Mm, purely in terms of fighting, yes indeed." Chen Xia nodded in reply.

"Good, you've got guts!" Emperor Capital only shouted this much before limping away from the crater without looking back.

He was afraid if he walked too slowly, he might end up on a stretcher instead of just limping.

Qiu Li was left on the side, at a complete loss.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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