klisemfg Chapter 2345
Chapter 2345
Entrusted with the crucial task of securing the first victory by Chi Mang, Han Yu is clearly no ordinary person.
Seeing Xuan Yi multitasking and unleashing a sword formation, the golden divine wings on his back suddenly unfurled. The feathers were like gilded forgings, with sharp Daoist charms emanating from their edges. They swirled and rotated, completely enveloping his true form and transforming into an indestructible golden shield.
Ding! !
Boom boom boom——
The jade sword, imbued with immense sword power, struck the golden divine wings several times, yet only produced deafening metallic clangs and sparks flying. The solar Dao patterns flowing on the divine wings completely neutralized the jade sword's power, causing its radiance to gradually dim and eventually dissipate into the void.
Xuan Yi watched this scene and cursed inwardly, "This guy is really something! If I didn't need to put on an act, I would have been forced to move an inch by his arrows if I had fully unleashed the power of the Bronze God-Demon Puppet."
“However, this is not realistic enough.” Xuan Yi suppressed his resentment and unleashed several ranged secret techniques in succession, but they were all blocked by Han Yu’s divine wing shield and could not harm his body in the slightest.
"Hahaha! Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve! Otherwise, you won't have another chance later!" Seeing that Xuan Yi could only defend passively and could not threaten him at all, Han Yu immediately burst into laughter, drew his divine bow more fully, and fired arrows at an increasingly rapid pace.
To outsiders, this was a completely unequal contest—the Winged Race's divine archery and innate divine wings gave them a clear advantage.
After a full cup of tea's time, Xuan Yi's aura grew increasingly weak, and the bronze puppet's armor was riddled with dents and cracks.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered, and the bronze puppet let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, rapidly shrinking to half a person's height: "I... surrender..."
The moment the words fell, the subsequent arrows fired by Han Yu were instantly shredded by an invisible, terrifying power on the arena.
"First match, Nine Springs Realm, Han Yu wins!" The True Immortal Puppet's voice, cold as a bell, resounded throughout the entire arena. "Both sides will rest. After ten breaths, the second match will begin!"
Xuan Ye leaped into the arena, helped Xuan Yi up who had collapsed and was coughing up blood, and quickly flew back to his own team.
The people of the Nine Springs Realm cheered instantly, and Princess Mengdie and the holy sons of the demon race from the Heavenly Demon Realm were overjoyed.
Above the sky, a large number of chaotic unit treasures from the Flame Dragon Realm were transferred to the Nine Springs Realm.
On the sidelines, the cultivators who had bet on the winner were overjoyed. Many of them turned to look at Jue Wuqing and the white-robed immortal king who liked to gamble big with small stakes, their eyes filled with a hint of mockery—as if to say, the way of heaven cannot be reversed, and going against the trend will only result in a more miserable defeat, but I just don't believe it.
Zi Chen stroked his beard, unable to hide the smile on his lips: "Although the odds are only 0.5 times, the principal is so generous that this bet is a great win!" He glanced at Chen Xuan in the arena and thought to himself: I never thought that such an expensive bet was actually put together by a group of juniors in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
"Ruthless, don't worry, I'll share half of the treasures I win with you?" Zi Chen looked at Jue Wuqing, whose face was gloomy, and saw that he was trembling slightly, obviously very angry.
"It's just two hundred Chaos Unit treasures, why are you so flustered?" Zi Chen teased tentatively.
Ruthless glared at him fiercely, cursing, "Don't talk to me, I don't want to see your old face right now!"
"Hmph, ignorance is bliss." With the second round of betting open, Zi Chen placed another bet on the Nine Springs Realm without hesitation.
This scene was witnessed by everyone, who immediately felt much more at ease—Zi Chen and Jue Wuqing were still each betting on one side, and the suspense of the betting game did not seem to have disappeared.
"Heh, what gambler loses every day?" The white-robed immortal king, under the gaze of everyone, chuckled and whispered, placing another fifty Chaos Units in the Flame Dragon Realm.
Soon, the second match began.
Xuan Ye leaped into the arena, facing off against Long Zhan, the dragon-shaped holy son of the Heavenly Demon Realm. Compared to Xuan Yi, Xuan Ye's acting was far more convincing, revealing not a single flaw from beginning to end. After a fierce battle, he ultimately succumbed to Long Zhan's dragon might and gritted his teeth in defeat.
"The winner of the second match is Long Zhan from the Heavenly Demon Realm!"
"The third match, in the Nine Springs Realm, is won!"
"The fourth match, in the Celestial Realm, is won!"
In the short span of an incense stick's time, the Flame Dragon Realm lost four matches in a row.
Above the sky, Chen Xuan's side had lost two-thirds of their chips, which was an astronomical sum that even Immortal Kings took seriously.
Zixia clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes reddening, clearly extremely anxious; Xuan Yi, Xuan Ye, Huang Quan, and the others were listless, like deflated balloons, their faces full of dejection.
In contrast, in the Nine Springs Realm, Chi Mang and his group were riding high, becoming increasingly arrogant and smug.
Those cultivators who made their fortunes through shady methods were overjoyed, having won four rounds in a row and each of them had made a fortune.
"Awesome! This is so awesome! This is much more fun than Zi Chen's black disk!"
"Earning four or five hundred Chaos Units with just one stick of incense, it would be great to have this kind of gamble every day!"
"Haha, my friends, tonight I'm treating at Lou Wai Lou, let's drink until we drop!"
From the second round onwards, Jue Wuqing only bet ten Chaos Units each time. When the crowd saw this, they did not laugh at him—they just took it as the last bit of face the "madman" had to save.
"Xueqi, you're up for the next match," Chen Xuan instructed telepathically. "The opponent has won four matches in a row, so they will definitely send out their core experts, most likely Mengdie or Chimang. You need to act more convincingly, make sure the opponent suffers some minor injuries and pays some price, so as not to arouse suspicion."
"Don't worry, I know my limits and will never reveal my true strength." Lu Xueqi nodded, raised her hand, and a buzzing sound rang out—
A divine sword radiating seven-colored light suddenly appeared from its sheath. Imperial patterns flowed across its blade, and the dazzling luster of seven-colored immortal gold could be faintly seen. The sword's cry was clear and stirring, causing ripples to spread through the void.
The appearance of such a divine weapon immediately caught the attention of the True Immortals and Immortal Kings present:
"It's an imperial weapon sword embryo that has been fused with seven-colored immortal gold!"
"Is the true pride of the Flame Dragon Realm finally about to make her appearance?"
"Hmph, so what if there is an imperial weapon sword embryo? The difference in the life level between the two sides cannot be made up by a divine weapon."
"As long as Dream Butterfly or Winged Brilliance enter the fray, this battle will remain a foregone conclusion!"
The cultivators who had placed bets were abuzz with discussion. Although a few were swayed by Lu Xueqi's divine weapon, most chose to continue betting on the Nine Springs Realm. Their four consecutive wins had spurred them into a frenzy of confidence.
Interestingly, the number of people betting on the Flame Dragon Realm in the fifth round increased from the initial two to six – clearly, some speculators wanted to make a big profit with a small investment, betting that the Flame Dragon Realm would bottom out and rebound.
On the Nine Springs Realm side, Princess Mengdie saw Lu Xueqi reveal her divine weapon. With a flutter of her butterfly wings, she summoned a small and exquisite divine bow. The bow was dark red, its body engraved with intricate ancient immortal runes, exuding an ancient and majestic imperial aura: "This time, I'll take the lead!"
"It's a replica of the Dream Butterfly Clan's Imperial Weapon—the Fusang Soaring Cloud Bow!" someone exclaimed in shock. "Although it's only a replica at the Pure Yang level, it can still unleash a trace of the Imperial Weapon's power, which ordinary Celestial Immortals simply cannot withstand!"
"Hahaha, with Princess Mengdie taking action, this girl from the Flame Dragon Realm is bound to lose!"
As the protective array of the core battle area slowly rose, isolating the inside from the outside, the voice of the True Immortal Puppet rang out again, carrying an unquestionable majesty: "The fifth match begins!"