NOVPUBThe dark yellow sand twirled around Lin Hang’s palm, and when someone stared at this sand for a long time, they would even start to see hallucinations.
The lost godly wind was very rare. As far as Xu Zimei knew, the most common place to find it was in one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands, the City of the Lost.
In the City of the Lost, lost godly wind could be seen everywhere.
The greatest effect of this wind was to induce hallucinations. People of low cultivation would go insane if touched by this wind.
And even those with high cultivation would temporarily have their five senses shielded within the lost godly wind, including touch, taste, sight, hearing, and smell.
After martial artists reached the Empty Vein Realm and condensed their True Fate, although they still could not make their True Fate emerge and exert a hundred percent of their strength,
they could still make use of some of the power of their True Fate. Lin Hang’s True Fate was precisely the lost godly wind.
When he waved his hands, the howling divine wind enveloped the entire arena.
It seemed to have no substantial effect, but it kept attacking Xu Zimei’s spiritual layers.
Unfortunately, what Lin Hang didn’t know was that Xu Zimei’s divine soul strength was from being reborn from the Divine Vein Realm in a previous life, and such a scale of divine wind had no effect on him at all.
When the divine wind covered the arena, Lin Hang’s figure also gradually disappeared within it.
The spectators from outside could only see a flurry of flying sand and stones as the fierce yellow wind howled past before their eyes.
Xu Zimei slowly closed his eyes, just as he had in the Painting Palace, where he had to find the most real maple leaf among thousands of maple trees. 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
At this moment, his mind was unprecedentedly calm; the surrounding lost godly wind seemed to have no effect on him at all.
A sharp sword Qi attacked from behind him, and Xu Zimei quickly swung Tyrant Shadow, colliding heavily with the longsword.
A dull grunt was heard amidst the yellow wind, and then everything returned to calm.
The lost godly wind still howled around, and Lin Hang, hiding inside it, seemed somewhat anxious. It must be known that the power consumed by using his True Fate was enormous, and he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
He quietly moved to Xu Zimei’s side and stabbed out with another sword, the golden Spiritual Energy filling the sword, but unfortunately, it was once again blocked by Xu Zimei.
Lin Hang’s expression changed slightly. He didn’t know whether Xu Zimei had a way to detect his position, but otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to block every attack.
Just as Lin Hang was becoming anxious, Xu Zimei, who was originally closing his eyes in front, suddenly opened them and rose abruptly, slashing his blade towards Lin Hang.
The blade flashed with thunderbolt light, and Lin Hang was shocked. "This guy isn’t affected by the divine wind and can see me."
However, he couldn’t avoid the attack now, as Xu Zimei’s speed was just too fast.
When Tyrant Shadow broke through the divine wind, charging forward relentlessly towards him, Lin Hang instinctively raised his sword to meet it.
Blood scattered into the air, and an arm flew out from the sky.
The lost godly wind gradually dissipated, and as the scene on the arena became clear, everyone could only see Lin Hang half-kneeling on the ground, holding his left shoulder with blood streaming down, his expression one of pain.
His left arm had disappeared without a trace, while Xu Zimei stood tall, looking down at him with a light chuckle, "It seems your luck isn’t so good."
"You did it on purpose," Lin Hang shouted angrily at Xu Zimei.
Without his arm, it would be very difficult for him to return to his prime in this life. Unless there was some high-level Spiritual Medicine, his combat strength would be seriously reduced.
"What happened?" The Third Elder stepped onto the arena, beginning to check the situation.
"Brother Lin, are you okay? It doesn’t matter, right?" Xu Zimei quickly walked up and grabbed Lin Hang’s shoulder, asking with concern, "Dammit, it’s all my fault for not controlling my strength well."
"Can you not touch my wound," Lin Hang’s face nearly twisted in pain.
"Alright, accidents happen in matches; just be more careful next time," the Third Elder looked deeply at Xu Zimei before saying to Lin Hang, "You should go down and heal your injuries."
...…
After stepping down from the arena, Xu Zimei discovered that someone had finished even faster than himself.
Baili Xiao had already defeated Jiang Heng and was standing on the side, watching Chu Yang’s match.
From the surrounding discussions, Baili Xiao seemed to have used only one move, so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye, directly knocking Jiang Heng off the stage.
Based on Xu Zimei’s judgment, Baili Xiao’s strength shouldn’t have been strong enough for that, so it seemed she must have used the power of the Flying Immortal Body.
Of course, Xu Zimei could guess the reason why Baili Xiao did that.
On the arena at that moment, Chu Yang and the Heavenly Demon Heir were fighting intensely.
Chu Yang, wielding the Wandering Dragon Sword and shrouded in Yin and Yang Qi, was attacking with wide, sweeping moves, almost overpowering the Heavenly Demon Heir.
The Heavenly Demon Heir was also using a black longsword. Despite being at a disadvantage, he remained calm and collected.
On the other side, Xian Linger’s battle with Xuanyuan Xuantian was somewhat more brutal. Xuanyuan Xuantian, armed with a huge axe, created rifts in space with every chop, his Jing Qi surging powerfully.
No matter how clever Xian Linger’s swordsmanship was, he overwhelmed her with sheer brute force, his aura raging and keeping her firmly suppressed.
...
The Heavenly Demon Heir took a slight step back. His True Fate was the Sword of Slaughter, and as the power of his True Fate merged with him, his eyes turned blood-red, and he charged at Chu Yang as if he was throwing his life away.
He was completely trading wound for wound, life for life.
Seeing the Heavenly Demon Heir’s frenzied attack, a Yin-Yang Diagram phantom appeared above Chu Yang’s head. He too fought recklessly against the Heavenly Demon Heir.
The two exchanged blows, their bodies already drenched in blood, yet they fought as if they were immune to pain.
Xu Zimei watched their crazy fighting and couldn’t help but smile, "It seems that the Yin-Yang Sect opened the Yin-Yang Diagram back then just to help Chu Yang condense his True Fate."
After all, with the protection of "Eternal Resentment," Chu Yang couldn’t feel any pain.
But after self-mutilating for a long time with Chu Yang, the Heavenly Demon Heir’s pain finally pulled him out of his frenzy.
Even he hadn’t expected to meet someone even more ruthless than himself.
His body ached unbearably, and even the slightest movement felt as if his body was being torn apart. This hesitation allowed Chu Yang to catch a flaw and forcefully cut him down from the arena.
After Chu Yang’s match ended, the Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, Wu Shaoqing, personally tended to his injuries.
After all, the matches that followed were going to be even more brutal.
With the full-powered treatment from a Saint Vein Realm strong, Chu Yang’s wounds were slowly healing.
...…
Elsewhere, Xian Linger was growing impatient with being suppressed by Xuanyuan Xuantian. Suddenly, a crisp bird call echoed around her, and an imposing aura spread throughout the vicinity.
Everyone looked toward the sound, only to see a gigantic peacock, like a shadow eclipsing the sun, standing behind Xian Linger.
The peacock, several meters tall, had a crown of blue feathers that looked sharp and emerald green on top.
