Chapter 1580: Immortal Arena
Chapter 1580: Immortal Arena
"You're not aware of this, fifth brother, but third sister has been accepted as a disciple of an elder from the Immortal Road Chamber. So long as she can enter the top 10,000 in the competition, she will be accepted as the last disciple," said Liu Qinghong.
Meanwhile, Liu Jiaohong stood there with a look of pride covering her face. Her head was lifted so high she was practically looking at Liu Qingchen with her nose, as though Liu Qingchen was no longer worthy of her respect.
As one of the oldest organizations in existence, the Immortal Road Chamber was extremely strict when recruiting. Liu Jiaohong was extremely lucky to be able to attract their attention before the competition. Of course, there were also some other unknown reasons for her to be accepted early.
"No wonder," Liu Qingchen sneered. He then berated, "So what if you've joined the Immortal Road Chamber? If you dare meddle in my affairs, don't blame me for being rude to my own elder sister."
A pseudo-God aura erupted from his body, sweeping toward Liu Jiaohong. She was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood flowing out of her lips.
"Y-you're already a pseudo-God?" Liu Jiaohong was overwhelmed with shock.
Liu Qinghong and the others were similarly shocked. Evidently, none of them had expected Liu Qingchen to grow so fast. One ought to know that the pseudo-God Realm might be only a level higher than the Great Saint Realm, but there were many cultivators who would be stuck in the Great Saint Realm for the rest of their lives.
Liu Qingchen was known as the number one genius of the Great Han Dynasty. Thus, he had always been growing at an unbelievable speed. However, he had just reached the Great Saint Realm several years ago. Thus, they found it very hard to believe that he had advanced yet again.
"My dearest third sister, the Immortal Road Chamber might be powerful, but our roots are still with the Great Han," said Liu Qingchen coldly. He then turned to face Xiang Shaoyun and said, "Boss, I'll bring you to your rooms. Don't let this spoil your mood."
He then ignored everyone else and brought Xiang Shaoyun's group inside. The Great Han Dynasty people were stunned when they saw how respectful Liu Qingchen was toward Xiang Shaoyun. Was that still the same pseudo-God fifth prince?
One ought to know that the fifth prince had always been an incredibly arrogant individual. He showed no respect even toward their imperial uncles. However, he was behaving so politely before Xiang Shaoyun. He was simply not the same fifth prince they knew.
"This won't end here!" threatened Liu Jioahong with indignance.
After Xiang Shaoyun's group received their accommodations, they started resting. They still had some time before the Heaven Battling Ranking Competition, so they were feeling rather relaxed. After a day of rest, they decided to walk around the Immortal Capital and personally witness the grace of the number one city in the world.
The Immortal Capital was incredibly prosperous. The entire city was filled with people. Recently, a large number of powerful cultivators had arrived in the city as well. During this period of time, it wouldn't even be weird to see the experts of some non-human races in the city as well.
In the Immortal Capital, the most famous location among cultivators was the Immortal Arena. The Immortal Arena was constructed by the Immortal God. The immortal power was sealed in the ring. Those capable of winning 100 matches in a row would be rewarded with a strand of immortal power. With the immortal saint energy, one would gain a great boost in one's cultivation. It was rumored that if one could win 500 matches in a row, one would even obtain the immortal god energy.
After listening to Liu Qingchen's introduction, Xiang Shaoyun couldn't hold in his curiosity and decided to pay the Immortal Arena a visit. When he arrived at a massive public square in the city, he was greeted with the sight of eight enormous rings. Each ring was surrounded by saint-grade iron. The rings were also supported by a formation that gave off an indescribable aura, making the rings look incredibly conspicuous.
The rings were constructed of rare saint-grade materials. Ordinary attacks wouldn't even be able to leave a mark on them. The combination of saint-grade materials and a god-grade formation made it so that even pseudo-Gods would not be able to destroy the rings in combat.
A decent number of people were fighting in the rings, and they were all peak Sovereigns aiming to reach the Heaven Battling Realm as quickly as possible. If they could win 100 consecutive matches and obtain the immortal saint energy, they would be able to take that step into the next realm.
Many people would decide to take a risk out of desperation and try their luck on the rings. If they could survive 100 matches, they would obtain both strength and fame. Thanks to the Immortal Arena, the Immortal Dynasty had been able to cultivate many experts, allowing them to remain flourishing even after all these years.
"If the Heaven Battling Ranking Competition wasn't near, I truly want to give this arena a try as well," said Liu Qingchen with a burning look in his eyes.
"I wonder how long it will take for 500 victories," said Xiang Shaoyun.
As he spoke, he studied the arena with his divine dao eyes, trying to find out the arena's intricacies. Sure enough, he found that eight rings were connected through the god-grade formation and that some unique energy was sealed beneath them. The energy was most likely the pure God Realm energy left behind by a God. Layer upon layer of protection surrounded the energy, making it so that not even Gods would be able to penetrate the seal around the eight clumps of energy.
How wealthy, gasped Xiang Shaoyun inwardly.
He had thought that his Nine Star Pagodas had been constructed at a decent location. However, the power sealed in the Immortal Arena was also quite peculiar. It was obvious how powerful the Immortal Dynasty was. Just as the group was about to leave, Xiang Shaoyun stopped his steps when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure fighting on one of the rings.
"Big Brother Tang?" Xiang Shaoyun muttered in astonishment.
He hurriedly approached the ring. Sure enough, Tang Longfei was fighting someone else on that ring. He seemed to be in a bad position, as he was coughing up blood and could only helplessly receive a beating from his opponent. Around the ring were Overlord Legion members who looked indignant. But since all fights in the area were fair fights, they had no way of interrupting.
"Why is someone as trashy as you embarrassing yourself up here? How useless," derided Tang Longfei's opponent as he landed a slap across Tang Longfei's face, sending Tang Longfie flying while coughing blood.
"Deputy commander!" shouted the Overlord Legion members anxiously.
Next, Tang Longfei had all four of his limbs broken before he was tossed off the ring.
"Which among you bugs dare to come up here and avenge him?" asked Tang Longfei's opponent smugly.
Just as the Overlord Legion people were about to charge onto the ring, a voice rang out coldly, "I'll do it."