Wang Jue’s Conviction

Wang Jue's Conviction...

The spectators watched in shock as Yao Jun met his end at the hands of the enigmatic black-robed figure. This terrifying presence, previously ranked 13th in the Heavenly Fate Rankings, had been effortlessly dispatched.

Curiosity and uncertainty still shrouded the black-robed figure's identity. No one knew if this mysterious figure was male or female, although the spectators leaned toward a male identity due to the cultivation of such an overbearing art.

With Yao Jun's defeat, the contenders behind him moved up a rank. Ouyang Kuangsheng, who had been temporarily ranked 17th, was now in the spotlight.

"Ouyang Zheng, once a top-ten contender, has fallen to 12th place due to his slow progress. Meanwhile, Ouyang Kuangsheng has remarkably risen from obscurity to secure the 17th rank. If you don't improve, you'll be overtaken. Ouyang Kuangsheng is now the undeniable leader of his generation within his clan, surpassing even Ouyang Zheng."

Ouyang Kuangsheng challenged the dark horse Leng Hong and emerged victorious. He then faced Li Yu from the Thousand Jue Alliance but was defeated, ultimately securing the 16th rank. Leng Hong, defeated and unable to challenge further, remained at 17th place. The two dark horses had reached their limits.

Next, it was the black-robed figure's turn. All eyes fixed on this enigmatic contender. Could they advance further?

The black-robed figure ascended the platform, capturing everyone's attention. The choice of opponent stunned the crowd.

"You," the black-robed figure's voice, deeply husky, pointed to Mo Qingcheng.

Challenging the number-one beauty of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, Mo Qingcheng, was unprecedented. Most challengers held back against her, fearing the wrath of Grand Xia's countless admirers. This was the first direct challenge Mo Qingcheng had received, and it came from someone cultivating the path of the devil.

Qin Wentian's expression shifted to bewilderment. He hadn't anticipated this challenge from the black-robed figure. His feelings toward the figure were filled with gratitude for the help he had received. So, why target Mo Qingcheng?

Mo Qingcheng, like a celestial maiden gracing the mortal realm, gracefully flickered across the arena platform, leaving spectators in awe of her mesmerizing beauty. Her presence radiated a saintly aura, casting a dazzling light upon the onlookers and enchanting them with her mere existence.

The black-robed figure, without uttering a word, surged with devilish might. Overhead, a swirling mass of devilish energy gathered in the heavens, stirring violently. Qin Wentian couldn't help but furrow his brows, his concern for Mo Qingcheng growing.

Unfazed, Mo Qingcheng began performing intricate incantations. Her radiant presence transformed her into an ethereal being, akin to an immortal fairy gracing the mortal realm.

Her breathtaking beauty left the spectators speechless. Her beauty was so profound that merely looking at her felt almost sacrilegious.

"Look at that divine corona of light and her Astral Soul, the Immortal Fairy. It's an extremely rare sight."

Mo Qingcheng's strength left a profound impact on the crowd. Her beauty seemed otherworldly, stirring feelings of awe and reverence.

Before her, a nine-colored flame appeared as she summoned another Astral Soul. Astonishingly, the nine-colored flame and the Immortal Fairy Astral Soul merged, bathing Mo Qingcheng in resplendent, nine-colored flames. Qin Wentian sighed softly, reminiscing about the naive, beautiful lady who once watched the snowfall with him.

He seemed to forget that Mo Qingcheng was now one of the chosen contenders from the Pill Emperor Hall, a figure as unreachable as the moon to others, and her strength was anything but weak. She had also inherited a legacy, earning her place among the chosen ten.

The contrast between the devil and the fairy was striking. The black-robed figure made his move, flying toward Mo Qingcheng. A devilish palm imprint materialized amid thunderous roars, hurtling toward her.

Mo Qingcheng's palm trembled as the nine-colored flames transformed into nine exquisite flowers, releasing scorching heat to counter the attack.

Remarkably, the menacing devilish art was gradually pushed back, as if the devil itself feared the nine-colored flames. Mo Qingcheng's footwork was intricate, allowing her to float gracefully through the air as she closed in on the black-robed figure.

With his hands clasped together, the black-robed figure generated tremors in the surrounding space and then thrust his palms forward. A colossal devil's palm imprint carried a destructive aura capable of obliterating everything in its path.

"Shatter!" Mo Qingcheng's voice rang out coldly, and her nine-colored flames pierced through the devilish palm, surging toward the black-robed figure. His eyes widened in disbelief as he swiftly wrapped himself in his robes, using them to absorb the nine-colored flames.

"Be careful!" Qin Wentian's unease surged. Though the black robes burned, the figure was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he reappeared behind Mo Qingcheng, clad in a menacing devilish armor. A fearsome Grand Devil Palm Imprint, black and malevolent, materialized from the devil-might and descended with ruthless speed, targeting Mo Qingcheng.

In response, Mo Qingcheng's form turned transparent, leaving spectators with the illusion of a mirage.

"Grand Destruction!" A chilling, hoarse voice rang out, and the black-robed figure also disappeared.

The Vermilion Bird arena platform quaked as the two collided head-on. When the dust settled, the black-robed figure was shrouded in thick demonic qi, while Mo Qingcheng was injured. Gasping for breath, she allowed the saintly light around her to mend her wounds, taking a moment to recover.

The black-robed figure raised his gaze to the sky. A thunderous roar, akin to an ancient devil, echoed from beneath the earth, causing his devil-might to surge immensely.

The Chaotic Art of the Heavenly Devil upheaved the heavens, altering the color of the skies. Spectators marveled at the cultivation of this devil art, but they knew the greater the power, the heavier the backlash. Devil path cultivators risked their very beings with each advance, and even if they succeeded, they couldn't escape the birth of devilish characteristics.

Mo Qingcheng's expression grew grim. Forming a lotus-shaped hand sign, her radiant halo intensified, creating numerous mirages, obscuring her true form.

"BOOM!" The black-robed figure advanced, summoning devilish lightning bolts that struck the platform. With each step, his devil-might intensified.

Qin Wentian's heart raced, a cold determination in his eyes. No matter the black-robed figure's identity, no one would harm Mo Qingcheng.

Spectators were riveted to the platform, witnessing one of the most brutal battles they had ever seen. The overwhelming devil-might cloaked the sky as Mo Qingcheng's mirages multiplied.

"BOOOOOOM!" The black-robed figure unleashed a devastating attack, condensing devil-might into a rain of spear-like droplets that covered the platform. Mo Qingcheng's nine-colored flames burst forth, casting a dazzling, radiant cover.

"Peng..."

They clashed once more, with Mo Qingcheng sent flying through the air while the black-robed figure remained on the stage.

Coughing blood, Mo Qingcheng's face turned ashen. She consumed a medicinal pill, her body enveloped in Astral Light, swiftly healing her injuries. The black-robed figure stood unmoving, blood seeping from beneath his robes. His identity remained a well-guarded secret.

"You've won," Mo Qingcheng said in a low voice as she glanced at the black-robed figure. The figure simply nodded before turning and descending from the platform.

This battle left a heavy silence hanging in the air, etching a deep impression on the spectators. Both the black-robed figure and Mo Qingcheng had displayed exceptional power.

The black-robed figure chose not to issue any more challenges. By defeating Mo Qingcheng and entering the top ten, Mo Qingcheng's rank was pushed back to #11.

Fifteen contenders remained who hadn't yet issued their challenges. Ranked from #11 to #15, they were: Mo Qingcheng, Wang Jie, Hua Shaoqing, Yan Cheng, and Li Yu.

With no other options, Li Yu from the Thousand-Jue Alliance challenged Yan Cheng, ranked just ahead of him. He was defeated, securing his position at #15.

Yan Cheng went on to challenge Hua Shaoqing and lost, becoming #14.

Hua Shaoqing then challenged Wang Jue and met the same fate, ranking at #13.

For those trailing behind, the challenge became increasingly difficult. Few could overcome those ranked ahead of them.

Now, it was Wang Jue's turn. Although he was ranked #12, the contenders ahead of him were all formidable opponents.

Mo Qingcheng's battle with the black-robed figure had left a lasting impression on the spectators. Wang Jue knew that if he challenged either of them, defeat was almost certain.

He stood on the arena platform, his sharp gaze scanning the eleven contenders ranked above him. He, Wang Jue, had to secure a spot in the top ten; there was no other option. If he couldn't maintain his position this time, his reputation would be in shambles.

Wang Jue was originally ranked #6 in the past rankings. If he couldn't secure a spot in the top ten now, where would he put his face?

Out of consideration, he excluded Chen Wang, Shi Potian, Si Qiong, Zhan Chen, and Emperor Azure. Qin Zheng and Yun Mengyi were shrouded in mystery. Mu Feng's expertise in poison made Wang Jue unwilling to tangle with him.

That left Qin Wentian as his last option.

Wang Jue's gaze held a sharpness akin to divine weaponry as it landed on Qin Wentian.

Sensing the intensity of Wang Jue's stare, Qin Wentian lifted his head, meeting it head-on.

"Come on up," Wang Jue said calmly, and Qin Wentian's form flickered as he landed on the platform.

In Wang Jue's calculations, Qin Wentian appeared to be the contender with the highest likelihood of defeat. So, Wang Jue chose to challenge him.

"You will serve as my stepping stone to reach the top ten. There's no hope for you to win against me," Wang Jue declared confidently. His Astral Souls burst into existence, enveloping his body in a radiant light. It resembled an armor-type Divine Weapon, though not made of real materials, more like a mimicry of one.

Even his palms gleamed as sharp as divine weapons.

Hailing from the War Continent's Wang Clan, Wang Jue exuded an aura that seemed to turn him into a living Divine Weapon. His attack and defense were bound to be extraordinarily formidable.

"I picked you because, in both offense and defense, you don't stand a chance against me. I'll demonstrate what 'total suppression' truly means. Don't blink," Wang Jue declared as he advanced, his radiating sharpness intensifying. Battle intent flickered openly in his eyes.

Defeat was not an option; it couldn't be. He had to secure victory in this battle; it was his unwavering determination!

Spectators watched with bated breath as they observed Wang Jue. Perhaps his choice was indeed a wise one. Although Qin Wentian possessed overwhelming strength and formidable defenses, Wang Jue, like a peerless divine weapon with armor, seemed poised to rival him. Wang Jue aimed to triumph over Qin Wentian, using him as the stepping stone to break into the top ten!