All transformed into a blood-red vortex, pouring into Luo Guanyun's chest!
New Temple glared at this scene with eyes almost splitting, spitting a large spurt of black blood from his throat, as his withered fingers clawed deeply into the cracks of the tiles.
Luo Guanyun let out a muffled groan, kneeling on one knee, countless golden lines bursting forth from beneath his black robe.
The next moment, the black robe shattered completely, and lightning beams shot out from every pore of his body.
His spine crackled inch by inch, the wandering thunder patterns snaking beneath his skin.
It was as if thousands of electric pythons were vying to break free, steaming the rain curtain within a hundred-foot radius into a white mist vortex.
In sync with the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, he instantly transformed into a beam of light.
The Thunder Seed within was greedily tearing apart the excessive nourishment, the violent "spirit" almost bursting through the meridians.
He glanced at New Temple using the opportunity to form a spell, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Boom!
The moment the thunder pulp precisely penetrated the elder's skull, all the statues in the venue simultaneously shattered into powder.
New Temple's hideous expression was frozen in the lightning, the charred carcass crumbling inch by inch.
Only half a piece remained, a tortoise shell engraved with some inexplicable characters fell to the ground, instantly drenched by the rain.
"No other choice, I have to kill him..."
Luo Guanyun wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, his fingertip pointing to the surface of the tortoise shell in the air, absorbing it into his pouch.
Outside the divine palace, the storm grew more violent, and amidst the sound of shattered copper bells, he sat cross-legged amidst the scattered wreckage.
The thunder patterns all over his body wandered like living creatures, and he forcefully suppressed the raging energy.
Heaven's thunder, enveloped in torrential rain, slammed into Luo Guanyun's forehead, and a bone-cracking sound suddenly came from his kneeling knee.
At the Spirit Platform, the Thunder Seed seemed to open its sharp teeth, beginning to wander all over, tearing and gnawing the meridians.
At this moment, the Thunder Seed utterly lost control.
"Damn it!"
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as he silently activated the "Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill".
Simultaneously, a massive flow of Qi Blood surged out from all his acupoints, attempting to suppress the Thunder Seed with a counter move.
The forcibly suppressed blood-colored torrent soared from the coccyx directly to the Celestial Court, driving the dormant Thunder Seed into sudden riots.
Countless twisted faces of "nourishment" walked between the meridians, every inch of bone marrow erupting with indescribable cries of wailing.
Boom!
The twenty-four vertebrae of the spine lit up with thunder patterns simultaneously, the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain collapsing into a blazing white light point amidst excruciating pain.
Golden liquid thunder streamed out of Luo Guanyun's right eye, while thick black blood seeped from his left eye.
The lingering fear at the Spirit Platform turned into bloody thorns, madly growing along all the meridians.
"I'm the Qianyuan Thunder Strike..."
He circulated his True Qi and found the seamless Qi Gang was actually operating on its own.
In the Spirit Platform, the Thunder Seed seemed to come alive, with countless sinister screams transforming into substantial sound waves shattering the rain curtain.
The memories of those devoured Divine Seeds, like a persistent disease, materialized inside into countless soul-stirring black shadow mists.
The Thunder Seed suddenly exploded into a myriad of electric arcs, pinning all the shadows into the void.
Luo Guanyun, with a stroke of insight, formed his fingers into a sword, and the Thunder Seed in his chest leaped out along with his sword-like fingers.
The next moment, the scattered lightning in the world gathered into nine Thunder Dragons as if in pilgrimage.
As the last trace of black blood was forced out of his left ear, he suddenly heard a fragile glass-like shattering sound around him.
This was the sound of breaking through shackles.
The rain stopped.
The floating Thunder Seed in mid-air was breathing in resonating thunder, and all the acupoints involuntarily attracted the True Qi of heaven and earth.
Luo Guanyun stood in a daze.
"I've become a Grandmaster..."
But this result wasn't what he wanted.
This way of breaking the limit contained countless hidden problems.
He came here today just to find a way to completely suppress the Thunder Seed.
Regaining his senses, feeling the raging power.
When he drew the Thunder Seed back into his body, it suddenly burst into a sharp cry.
The black blood that was just expelled had unknowingly seeped into the acupoints again, now violently counterattacking along the meridians.
Luo Guanyun shouted with a rageful voice, with thunder surrounding him, only to find that the Martial Arts True Gang of the Grandmaster Realm was being corroded by some kind of chilling coldness.
Those consumed nourishments finally revealed their true fangs at this moment.
The Grandmaster has been born, yet the Heart Demon was also unleashed.
...
Great Chu, Yong'an.
Gangzi Club, No. 18 Yanta Road, Qindu District.
"Xiaomeng, when you become a Martial Arts Family member, could you help me practice the 'Doma Iron Crotch'?"
Li Weigang just finished helping Meng Chuan practice and discovered the miraculousness of this Hard Skill.
Unlike the formless shield of the Shaolin Iron Crotch Skill, this method emphasizes one word: Hard!
"No problem!"
Without the support of True Qi, Meng Chuan couldn't quite hit Li Weigang's acupoints yet.
Once he becomes a Martial Arts Family member, he plans to continue practicing boxing under the guise of punching, wondering if Brother Gang can withstand it...
...
Today's skies were clear, with the blazing sun.
On the back mountain of United University Preparatory High School, several pavilions and towers were temporarily erected.
Teachers and students gathered, today was the day of the New Year Tournament.
Looking down from above, sixteen large red lacquer wood stages were set up at the waist of the mountain, which had been leveled by some great force.
This was the venue specifically built for the New Year Tournament.
Around the stage, the preparatory students stood and watched.
A silhouette flashed across the sky, landing right in the middle of the judges' seats.
The newcomer was none other than Principal Yang, he didn't need a microphone, his voice naturally reached the ears of everyone present.
"United University Preparatory High School, New Year Tournament, officially begins."
After speaking, he sat down, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing, secretly circulating the True Gang inside his body.
As a noble person, time was extremely precious. To personally oversee the event was quite an effort already.
Next, the other processes of the competition were naturally handed over to others.
The next moment, An Jing, the advisor, floated out from the crowd and walked up to the podium beside the judges' panel.
"I will be hosting this grand competition. Please all students maintain discipline and silence, and listen to the explanation of the competition rules."
She glanced down around the crowd before continuing:
"For this competition, we specially expanded to 16 arenas, with elimination rounds in the morning and the finals in the afternoon.
Also, seed players of seven levels or higher will automatically enter the finals…"
Finally, she introduced the guest judges of this competition.
Principal Yang, the Minister of the Preparatory High School Department, the Deputy Director of the Education Bureau, etc., all the way to the end.
Looking at the list in her hand, she felt absurd.
Helplessly, she said with difficulty:
"Meng... Chuan?"
The crowd below was first bewildered, then applause arose.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan embarrassingly stood up and greeted everyone.
Among the crowd, it was the lower-level students of five or six levels who applauded the most vigorously.
They often sought Meng Chuan's advice while he practiced boxing, learning many useful things.
Zong Ping led the commotion on the side:
"Brother Chuan's realm has long surpassed us mere mortals, no need to compete, just be a judge."
Some students echoed:
"That's right, if Brother Chuan came down to compete, what would be left for us?"
This was Xiaoliu, a freshman who practiced Eagle Claw Skill. After secretly learning many skills from Meng Chuan, he became a complete fanatic.
"Wow, this is awesome, I also want to be a judge..."
The experts above seven levels also applauded, without much thought.
Despite being slightly absurd for Meng Chuan, a non-student, to be a judge, his strong skills made it acceptable.
Recalling how he took down opponents with one punch on the Martial Arts Dojo arena...
"It's a good thing he wasn't called down to compete, or United University Preparatory High's reputation would be tarnished..."
Looking at Meng Chuan on the judges' panel, composed and unfazed.
Xu Qingfeng's joy in breaking through the eighth level was much lessened, feeling conflicted inside.
Sitting as a judge in the United University arena carried much prestige.
"What a beast..."
Yet, his suspended heart could finally relax as he had now progressed to the eighth level.
Not facing Meng Chuan, he should be able to sweep the field.
Unconsciously, even at the same level, he placed Meng Chuan above himself.
Meng had been intimidating long enough at Preparatory High, without surpassing him by a major level, there was no thought of challenge.
Turning to the youthful figure on the judges' panel, Meng Jiaolong shook his head to clear his mind.
On the podium.
An Jing finally snapped back to reality, interrupting the noise of the crowd.
She hadn't anticipated Meng Chuan sitting on the judges' panel...
Seeing Principal Yang lightly tapping, sixteen arenas simultaneously rose with a pale golden aura.
An Jing also felt a movement in her spirit as hundreds of students' name tags began to shuffle randomly.
"The first round of elimination, random matching begins!"
As the light screen froze, shocking exclamations erupted from the third arena.
Zong Ping was matched with Xiaoliu!
Zong Ping secretly rejoiced, it seemed like a good start.
Due to the large gap in cultivation, he basically had no hope of reaching the finals.
Zong Ping only wished to win one match and make an impression on the school leaders.
"You've only learned from Brother Chuan for a short time, still far behind me..."
A friend took the stage, and Meng Chuan turned his interested gaze towards them.
Zong Ping felt an unknown gaze from the judges' panel, his back suddenly straightened.
He wanted to win decisively, without dragging it out!
While the fight raged below, Meng Chuan too was filled with emotion in the judges' panel.
Once at Ping'an Middle School, Zong Ping was a Martial Artist on the same tier as him.
Now, he was only one level away from a Martial Arts Family, while Zong Ping struggled at level five.
Not that Zong Ping lacked talent, just that Meng Chuan was too abnormal.
After dozens of moves, the tiger still fought the falcon.
With the explosion of Tiger Form Dark Strength, Zong Ping's tiger claws rang sharply, striking the opponent's waist.
Xiaoliu's body suddenly wobbled, unable to bear the weight and fell out of the arena.
Meanwhile, other arenas were also erupting in various levels of battles.
Below, fights raged while the "big names" in the judges' panel chatted freely.
With intention or not, Meng Chuan heard many so-called secrets.
"Some Demon Path Martial Artists of Black Water Company have fled to the Demon Nest outside Yong'an City?
The Jiao Demon Nest has been completely cleared, now it's one of Great Chu's resource areas.
This group running there is waiting to be caught like turtles in a jar, aren't they?"
Meng Chuan couldn't quite grasp it, overhearing discussions about nodes, vaguely understanding the situation.
The Demon Nest is a part of land separated from the world's dark side.
Some nearby places can connect through 'nodes' to another Demon Nest.
So the connecting distance of nodes is the passage between Demon Nests.
Recently, Yong'an City has applied high pressure on the Demon Path situation, this group couldn't withstand it, leading to their desperate decision.
Meng Chuan continued listening enthusiastically.
Suddenly, a short-haired woman arrived late, descending from the air.
Smoothing the pale cyan tight dress behind her, she sat in the empty seat beside Meng Chuan.
Sensing Meng Chuan's Martial Artist Level Qi Blood, a look of surprise appeared on her face.