Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Before coming to the ring, Peng Mingshang told Peng Hu, They must kill the warriors of Liuyu City and destroy their only hope. He liked to see the despair and disappointment on Liu Ruomei and the others' faces. Back then, he had proposed to Liuyu City. He wanted to marry Liu Ruomei, but who knew that he would be humiliated by Liu Ruomei in front of everyone. Because of this, his heart was filled with jealousy and hatred. This time, he had launched a sneak attack on the team of Liuyu City. He was the one who suggested this to the city lord of Pengjia City, Peng Yaohsing, and had personally led the sneak attack. Who would have thought that Liu Ruoyun would be mistaken for a maid? She was raped and killed.    

    

But Peng Mingshang did not have any regrets. He was already dead, what else could he do? The sky fell. His father was still there.    

    

Peng Hu thought about the young master's warning. After the referee raised his hand to signal the start, he jumped and pounced on Feng Yimo.    

    

Feng Yimo hated the people of Peng Family to the core. He wished he could kill Peng Hu and avenge Nangong Yim. However, he suppressed his anger and stepped back, dodging Peng Hu's palm.    

    

Peng Hu used the Flaming Palm. His Qi surged and his palms turned red as if they were covered by a layer of fire. He could feel the high temperature even without getting close.    

    

Chi!    

    

Feng Yimo used medicinal Blunt Slow Swords to replace the saber, and a cold light slashed at Peng Hu. It was the Heaven Breaking Blade Technique.    

    

The Heaven Breaking Blade Technique was divided into nine forms. Feng Yimo had long mastered it to perfection. However, at this moment, he only used three levels of his martial arts. His goal was to confuse all the Pengjia City martial artists. He would not admit defeat because he thought that his martial arts were too high. He wanted to kill all the Pengjia City martial artists he fought and not leave a single one alive!    

    

Dang!    

    

The Blunt Slow Sword struck Peng Hu's palm, but it was as if it had hit a piece of steel. The sound of metal clashing was heard. Obviously, Peng Hu Lian's hands were as hard as iron under the support of the Flaming Palm, and could not be broken.    

    

The two of them exchanged blows for more than ten moves. Feng Yimo was forced to retreat to the edge of the arena by Peng Hu. Once he landed, he would lose.    

    

Liu Ruomei was nervous, but Liu Shengfei and Liu Yuanbi who were beside her frowned, "Fourth Younger Sister, is this the Liu Duansheng that you think highly of? I think he is about to lose. Sigh, in this ranking competition, Liuyu City is going to be at the bottom." Liu Yuanbi said.    

    

Liu Ruomei did not seem to have heard what Second Brother said. She looked at the arena with all her attention and started to worry about Feng Yimo.    

    

On the other side, Peng Mingshang was beaming with joy. He said to Old Master Chu, "Elder Chu, you made a mistake. This kid is not even a match for Peng Hu. How could he be a Xiantian master? I think Peng Hu can kill him in less than ten moves!"    

    

Elder Chu frowned in doubt and stopped talking. Could it be that he had seen wrongly?    

    

Stomp!    

    

Feng Yimo took another step back. His right foot was already standing at the edge of the ring. As long as his left foot took another step back, he would definitely fall to the ground. Peng Hu, on the other hand, was anxious. Not only did he want to defeat Feng Yimo, but he also had to obey the orders of the Eldest Young Master and kill Feng Yimo. Therefore, he shouted loudly and jumped up three meters high. Both of his palms were shot out at the same time. His scarlet hands seemed to have doubled in size as he fiercely slapped towards Feng Yimo.    

    

Feng Yimo's face was filled with fear, as if he had forgotten that he was already at the edge of the ring. His left foot missed, and he fell backwards. However, the Blunt Slow Sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed upwards as if a silver snake had left a hole in Peng Hu's abdomen. It pierced into Peng Hu's abdomen, but he fell backwards. With a swoosh, Peng Hu's abdomen and head were split into two, and he fell under the ring.    

    

He used sixty percent of his power in his last sword strike, and with the sharpness of the Blunt Slow Sword, it was unstoppable.    

    

The referee was expressionless, and he frowned. One was dead, and the other fell off the arena. How should the winner be counted? Just as he was hesitating, the audience below exclaimed, "That kid hasn't fallen off the arena yet!"    

    

The referee focused his gaze and saw a hand hanging on the edge of the arena. Then, a figure scuttled up and cupped his fists at him. "Sir, can we announce the winner?"    

    

The referee glared at Feng Yimo and said, "Liu Duansheng wins!"    

    

When they returned to the waiting area, Liu Ruomei had already taken back the Spirit Crystal that she had won. She handed it to Feng Yimo with a smile. "You gave me a shock just now."    

    

Feng Yimo cupped his fists and thanked her. He took the Spirit Crystal and wanted to return a thousand Spirit Crystals, but Liu Ruomei refused. "Consider it as a reward. As long as you win one match, this miss will reward you with a thousand Spirit Crystals!"    

    

Feng Yimo was not pretentious. He took the Spirit Crystal, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate the Mixed Origin Arts.    

    

...    

    

"Damn it! What's wrong with Peng Hu? Why is he dead? Didn't he get the upper hand?" Peng Mingshang saw that the situation had turned around. He was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. His hope had been destroyed. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.    

    

Elder Chu was also puzzled. From the beginning of the battle, Peng Hu had the upper hand. As long as he used the last palm strike, Liu Duansheng would be forced under the arena. It could be considered a win, but Peng Hu used a killing move. Clearly, he was thinking of the young master's request to eliminate Liu Duansheng.    

    

The sword in Liu Duansheng's hand was not the same blade technique as before. It was messy and disorderly. Could it be that he had stabbed Peng Hu and killed him by relying on the sharpness of the sword?    

    

Because he was unable to confirm, Elder Chu did not dare to say anything. He could only remain silent.    

    

"Elder Chu, during the second round, can you think of a way to let Lei Meng choose that kid?" Peng Mingshang whispered to Elder Peng.    

    

Lei Meng was a Xian Tian warrior that Pengjia City had spent a lot of money to recruit. He was already at the middle level of the Xian Tian realm and was very powerful. Peng Mingshang's intention was very obvious. He didn't want to see Liu Duansheng walk down the stage alive again.    

    

Elder Chu shook his head. "It's very difficult, almost impossible. The blood in the drawing ball is drifting. It's impossible to see the information inside clearly. It's all based on luck. There are more than 5000 people. After the first round, there are still more than 3000 people left. It's impossible for them to run into each other."    

    

"Oh, then forget it. Let that kid live a few more days."    

    

...    

    

Out of the 24 contestants in the second round, 15 survived. As long as a martial artist survived, their Essence Bloods would remain floating in the draw ball, waiting for the next match. As for the martial artist who died, the Essence Bloods would automatically disappear.    

    

Because there were casualties in the competition, the first to win the competition would be the first to enter the second round. This would give the martial artist who entered after the first round more time to rest and recover from their injuries.    

    

In the first round, there were over 5,800 people participating. Feng Yimo was lucky to enter the second round and win. Hence, in the afternoon, he stayed in his room and cultivated hard, not watching other people's matches.    

    

The second and third days were the same. Liu Ruomei did not understand. Was it not good to watch other people's competitions?    

    

She did not know that Feng Yimo had reached a critical point in cultivating the Mixed Origin Arts in the past two days.    

    

The Xingyi City was full of spiritual energy, which was twice as abundant as outside. Although Feng Yimo could not absorb the spiritual energy to cultivate, the innate true energy produced by the Mixed Origin Arts was also doubled here. It sped up the recovery of his meridians after he swallowed it.    

    

If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to completely repair his damaged meridians tomorrow.