“Tch, I wanna see it too… how long that creepy power that suddenly took over you can actually last.” Yuanhui threw his words back at him, sneering.

His strike missed. Murder flickered even stronger in Feng Zhen’s eyes. The blood mist gathered on his palm sliced straight through the air, and the raging Chi finally erupted.

In an instant, heaven and earth began to twist. That guy was actually forcing this place to the brink of destruction.

Feng Zhen’s attack speed was clearly on a whole different level from before. A flash of red light shot out, reaching for Yuanhui’s throat. Just as it was about to pierce through, Yuanhui’s body suddenly drifted back into the air.

“What?!”

Everyone stared. No one knew when it had happened, but a dense mass of Chi was now floating under Yuanhui’s feet, supporting his body.

“Hmph, that so‑called Immortal Ascension level of Feng Zhen’s is just for show. Compared to a real Immortal Ascension expert, that brat’s got a long way to go.”

With Boundless’s Chi as support, Yuanhui’s movement became unbelievably agile. He quickly retreated out of Feng Zhen’s attack range.

Right after speaking, Boundless poured a vast tide of Chi into Yuanhui’s star core. Waves of fierce energy rapidly gathered in front of him.

Invisible spiritual power condensed at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a tidal wave, surging toward the forces of the other three pavilions.

“What a powerful Chi! Could this be…”

Seeing Yuanhui release a Chi fluctuation that even Qingxian deeply feared, both Qingxian and Grand Elder Hanyu were slightly shocked. To let Chi explode in such a terrifying fashion— even a peak Boundless expert shouldn’t be able to pull that off.

“…”

Feng Zhen felt how terrifying the Chi Yuanhui had just gathered was. A solemn glint flashed through his blood‑red eyes. His steps stopped. He flipped his hand and slammed a palm into his own chest, and then the layer of blood mist wrapped around his body slowly receded.

As the blood mist faded, Feng Zhen’s hands turned a ghastly, crimson color, like Shura from hell.

Hell’s Blood?! Feng Zhen gave Yuanhui no time to prepare. His knees bent slightly, then he shot out like a hunting leopard, pouncing at Yuanhui in a vicious charge.

“Hell’s Blood— Blood Sea Burning Heaven Palm!”

His harsh shout rang out as blood‑light exploded over the mountaintop. The next moment, a blood cloud as vast as the sky itself shrouded Feng Zhen’s palm.

“Saint Dragon Overturning Emperor Seal!”

Staring at the blood‑reek rushing up from below, a sharp light flashed through Boundless’s eyes. At his low shout, the space before him quaked and split open into a massive black hole. In that instant, the blood‑mist palm looked tiny by comparison.

“These two… That kind of attack could blast an Immortal Ascension expert into dust,” Qingxian muttered.

“Impossible.” Grand Elder Hanyu was just as shocked. “This power’s at the very peak of the Void realm’s palm arts. There’s no way anyone on our continent should have it.”

Only then did Hanyu remember the young man behind Yuanhui. He’d looked familiar from the start…

“Don’t tell me… this kid really is from the other side?”

The thought made Grand Elder Hanyu suck in a cold breath. Sweat suddenly streamed down his forehead.

Under the weight of countless shocked gazes, the blood cloud and the golden‑crimson palm smashed together in midair.

“Boom—!”

With a deafening blast, a world‑shattering explosion roared over the mountaintop. The violent shockwaves swept out, and the surrounding peaks were forcibly leveled flat.

Seeing things turn bad, Qingxian and Grand Elder Hanyu had long since raised powerful barriers to shield everyone present. Even so, everyone still had to conjure their own Chi defenses to block those shockwaves. But their eyes never left the sky for even a second.

There, blood‑light and palm force detonated together.

“Rumble—!”

From within the explosion, a figure was blasted backward. A muffled groan slipped from his mouth. His face was deathly pale, a thread of blood hanging off the corner of his lips. He finally crashed into the ground with a heavy thud, shattering three mountain peaks along the way before he slid to a stop.

“Feng Zhen?!”

All eyes snapped toward that miserable figure on the ground. When they saw that pale, battered face clearly, they couldn’t help but shout in unison, their voices filled with disbelief.

Under those cries, a flush of red rose in Feng Zhen’s face. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

But when he tried to push himself up, he realized something— he’d already drained all his Chi dry.

The top of Immortal Emperor Ruler fell into brief silence. Su Rou and the others were all wearing stunned expressions. None of them had expected this outcome, not after Feng Zhen used Hell’s Blood to boost his strength all the way into Immortal Ascension.

Tap.

As the mountaintop went quiet, a figure slowly landed. Yuanhui turned his gaze toward the referee, who was just as dumbstruck, and frowned. “Ahem… the match… is it over?”

“…”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Uh, it’s over, it’s over!” Startled by Yuanhui’s impatient tone, the referee jerked his head in a frantic nod.

“Round Three, Xizhou Prefecture— Yuanhui wins.”

When the referee’s voice echoed over the mountaintop, the people of Qingxian Pavilion fell into silence, while the Xizhou Prefecture side erupted in joyful cheers.

Not a single person present had seen this coming. Yes, this outcome blindsided everyone.

No one had thought that even after Feng Zhen forcibly boosted himself into the Immortal Ascension realm, he’d still lose to that mysterious young man. Talent like this… heh. With her experience, Hanyu had already sensed something was off.

“Looks like there’s no way this kid’s background is simple. His master has to be at least Refining Immortal level.”

“Su Rou, your eye for people is as sharp as ever. The kid’s own realm isn’t actually that high, but whoever stands behind him is terrifying. Just from that peak‑Void palm technique he used earlier, I’d say he’s at least the descendant of some elder from a super domain,” Hanyu said to Su Rou with a bitter smile.

Hearing that, Su Rou smiled slightly. Her pretty face stayed calm, but in her heart, waves were crashing.

According to what Lord Han said back then, Yuanhui hadn’t been out training for very long. Before that, he’d just stepped into the Nine Hearts realm… and now, he was already strong enough to rival Immortal Ascension. That speed was flat‑out monstrous.

“This kid’s talent has probably already far surpassed what your master ever imagined. His future achievements will be frightening.”

A heavy look flashed through Grand Elder Hanyu’s eyes. With Yuanhui’s current strength, he might not count as anything too crazy on this continent just yet. But with that kind of cultivation talent, even if you looked across an entire flow domain, he’d still be one of the very few.

“Someone like that— even if we can’t pull him to our side, we absolutely can’t afford to offend him.” Hanyu’s voice trembled slightly.

When it came to unknown figures from the Six Great Domains, none of the four pavilions dared to provoke them lightly. Qingxian Pavilion should be grateful they hadn’t managed to kill that kid today, or else…

“Grandma, I don’t get it.” Su Rou pouted a little and rubbed her fragrant shoulder, then cut Hanyu off. “Is that guy really as scary as you say?”

“Hmph. It’s a good thing that bastard didn’t manage to kill him. If he had, Qingxian Pavilion might’ve vanished from the continent by tomorrow.”

“Vanished?!”

At that, sweat beaded over Su Rou’s delicate face. Wipe out Qingxian Pavilion? Even if the other three pavilions joined forces, they probably couldn’t pull that off.

“Just listen to me and don’t ask too much. It’s better for both of us… and for all of Xizhou Prefecture.”

“Uh… okay.”

Su Rou had always had a lot of faith in Grandma Hanyu’s judgment.

“This guy was hiding way too deep.” Su Rou glanced at the bedraggled Feng Zhen, then at Yuanhui standing in the arena radiating a sharp aura. Her pretty cheeks flushed a little.

Of course, she already had a little plan forming in her heart… No, wait! Su Rou suddenly remembered what she’d said to Yuanhui before— the whole ‘best of three’, ‘you’re just here to go through the motions’ talk… Put that next to the scene before her now, and her face burned. It was to the point she didn’t even know where to put her pride anymore.

“We lost…”

Compared to Xizhou Prefecture’s cheers, the Qingxian Pavilion side had gone completely quiet. Qingxian and the others looked especially grim.

What they’d thought was a guaranteed win had turned into this.

“So that kid was Xizhou Prefecture’s hidden card. No wonder they dared to act so bold and accept the challenge,” Qingxian said with a dark face and a bitter laugh.

“Who exactly is he?” Feng Jingtian asked coldly, brows furrowed. “Among the younger generation of the four pavilions, he’s basically at the very top… no, above it.”

Facing this freak, he knew he had zero chance of winning. And the fact that Yuanhui could defeat an Immortal Ascension expert made a sharp jealousy flare up in his chest.

“Not necessarily. He’s extremely unfamiliar. He might not even be from our continent.” Hearing Feng Jingtian’s words, Qingxian narrowed his eyes at Yuanhui, a trace of fear flickering in his gaze.

“Lord Qingxian, we’ve already taken two out of three. The result’s decided,” the fat man said with a light smile and a polite cupped‑fist salute.

“Heh, Xizhou Prefecture really found themselves a good helper. No… more like you found yourselves a solid backer, huh?” Qingxian sneered.

“Right back at you. But now that Xizhou Prefecture’s taken two wins out of three, this Immortal Emperor Ruler belongs to us. You three pavilions don’t have any objections, do you?” Grand Elder Hanyu stepped forward with a cold smile.

At those words, Qingxian and the others couldn’t help clenching their fists. Feng Jingtian and the rest wore faces full of unwillingness. Why should those ants from Xizhou get to enjoy that treasure?