611: God-Breaking Pill!

At the edge of the deep pit, a tall figure panted heavily, half-kneeling on the ground!

His red hair was in disarray, and the incredibly tough Fire Beast Hide shorts on his upper body were mostly shredded,

exposing his bronze skin covered in burn marks, as a streak of striking golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and a hint of... unspeakable frustration! It was Kuang Wutian!

On the other side of the deep pit, a figure in mysterious black stood quietly.

His Daoist robe remained spotless, with Dark Stars circulating and Yin and Yang Dao Marks appearing as usual; even his hairstyle wasn't the least bit messy!

His Aura was steady and long, as if the world-destroying clash just now had been nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust to him!

Yao Delong slowly withdrew his palm and stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Holy Son Kuang, who was half-kneeling opposite him.

The winner had been decided!

The entire God of War Stage area fell into a dead silence!

Mo Qingxian's cold voice rang out at the right time, breaking the suffocating silence: "The sparring session is over! Yao Delong wins."

"Thud!" Among the crowd watching from afar, Xiao Chen's face turned ashen; his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.

Yao Delong's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, pierced through the noisy crowd,

pinning precisely onto the cold and obscure figure in the crowd who was trying to quietly retreat.

His attention returned to the arena. At this moment, though the aftershocks of the world-destroying clash on the God of War Stage had subsided,

the scorching energy permeating the air and the massive charred pit still silently spoke of the crushing victory that had just occurred.

Kuang Wutian half-knelt at the edge of the pit, panting heavily, his bronze skin covered in burns,

the golden blood at the corner of his mouth striking, and his eyes surging with unprecedented shock, bewilderment, and a bone-deep frustration.

The Nine Yang Sacred Body he was so proud of, his trump card Destruction Sun Wheel... in the face of that seemingly casual,

yet profoundly simple palm that contained the essence of the Dao, they were actually so fragile! A gap! A chasm-like gap!

However, the blood of "madness" and "battle" flowing in the veins of this Moyang Saint was not completely extinguished by this crushing defeat.

He suddenly looked up, and the confusion and frustration in his eyes were replaced by a purer, more fervent light in just a few breaths!

It was an ultimate desire for power itself and for a higher Realm!

He struggled to stand up; though his figure was somewhat shaky, his eyes were incredibly bright,

facing the mysterious-robed figure standing with hands behind his back and an Aura as steady as an abyss, he gave a deep cupped-fist salute, his voice panting,

yet exceptionally clear, echoing across the silent God of War Stage: "Yao... Fellow Daoist Yao! In this battle, Without Limit is thoroughly convinced!

Your combat power is heaven-shaking, surpassing all of your generation. Without Limit... is defeated!"

After a brief silence, there was an even more surging uproar! The Saint had personally admitted defeat! And so decisively!

But Kuang Wutian's words were not over.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his churning blood, and stared intently at Yao Delong, his tone suddenly shifting,

carrying an almost obsessive sense of challenge: "However! Without Limit just heard that Fellow Daoist Yao is not only unparalleled in combat power but also has world-startling achievements in the path of Alchemy?

That nine revolutions spirit nurturing pill that helped Xiao Chen repair his Divine Soul actually came from your hands?!"

"Without Limit has also had some small success in Alchemy. If Fellow Daoist Yao wins, I will directly acknowledge you as my big brother!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a giant stone being thrown into a calm lake!

"What? The nine revolutions spirit nurturing pill was refined by True Disciple Yao?!"

"A seventh-grade Peak-tier Medicinal Pill! And it's the spirit nurturing type, which is the hardest to refine! Back then, Hall Master Mo..."

"Heavens! His combat power is Heaven-Defying, and he can also perform Alchemy?!"

"It's fake, right? How old is he? How could he have the energy to cultivate both paths and be so terrifying in both?"

"How is it impossible? Did you forget someone just said he's skilled in the way of the sword? This... this is simply..."

The spectator stands instantly erupted! Countless incredulous gazes focused on Yao Delong!

Mo Qingxian frowned slightly on the high platform. This Kuang Wutian... was truly an undying cockroach!

Just after being beaten down, he immediately launched a challenge in another field?

She was about to speak and stop this "farce" that might be even more damaging to their reputation. After all, Alchemy was different from fighting,

and if he lost and word got out that the Moyang Sect Saint had become someone else's little brother, what would that look like?

Yao Delong was also slightly stunned. He hadn't expected that his casual mention of the pill's origin to annoy Xiao Chen,

combined with his mercy just now, would instead arouse an even stronger competitive spirit in this Holy Son Kuang.

He glanced somewhat helplessly at Mo Qingxian on the high platform.

Just as Mo Qingxian's red lips parted, about to speak, Yao Delong spoke first, his voice remaining calm:

"Holy Son Kuang overpraises me. The path of Alchemy is broad and profound; "This Yao" has only scratched the surface."

He shifted the topic, his gaze sweeping over some Disciples and Elders in the stands whose eyes were flickering, clearly still coveting Linger,

his tone turning slightly cold: "As for the competition... there's no need for you to be my little brother.

If "This Yao" is lucky enough to win another round, I only hope the Saint can help me achieve one thing—"

"From today onwards, within the Moyang Sect, whether they be Disciples or Elders, no one shall have any more criticism or obstruction regarding the marriage contract between me and Linger!"

This request was much more in line with Yao Delong's core interests than having Kuang Wutian as a little brother!

Hearing this, Kuang Wutian was first stunned, then he slapped his chest, making thumping sounds, and laughed heartily (or rather, single-mindedly):

"Hahaha! Brother Yao, rest assured! Leave this matter to me!

Not to mention if you win, even if I'm lucky enough to win this round, I will definitely make those guys who dare to wag their tongues shut up one by one!"

His burning gaze was like two searchlights, suddenly sweeping toward the stands,

carrying an unquestionable dominance and the anger from his recent defeat that urgently needed a release,

as he glared fiercely at the faces of those who had previously criticized the relationship between Yao Delong and Li Linger!

The Disciples and Elders swept by his gaze all felt a chill in their hearts, their backs dripping with cold sweat.

Many people complained bitterly in their hearts: Lord Saint, you were the one who wanted to challenge him, so why does it seem like we've offended you now?

But under Kuang Wutian's terrifying Perfected Spirit Transformation Stage Peak Aura and his status as Saint, no one dared to make a sound, and for a moment, everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter.

"Good!" Yao Delong nodded. "Since Holy Son Kuang is in high spirits, "This Yao" will accompany you for another round. How does the Saint wish to compete?"

A sharp light exploded in Kuang Wutian's eyes as his Battle Intent burned once more:

"Alchemy! Right here on this square, refine in public! I'll provide the Materials, and we'll each provide our own Pill Furnace!

We'll compare the quality and speed of the formed pills!" He paused, a hint of arrogance and confidence appearing on his face: "We'll refine—the god-shattering pill!"

"The god-shattering pill?!"

"Hiss... Isn't that what the Sect just got from that ancient ruin..."

"Is the Saint crazy?! That's a seventh-grade Peak-tier Pill Formula! A treasure of the Sect!"

"Shut up! Do you want to die?"

A wave of suppressed exclamations instantly rang out from the spectator stands! The faces of many Elders changed!

The Pill Formula for this god-shattering pill was something the Moyang Sect had paid a high price to obtain from a forbidden ruin, and it was regarded as one of the Foundations for the Sect's future rise!

Its effect could be called Heaven-Defying—it could help a Spirit Transformation Cultivator forcibly Breakthrough a minor Realm!

Although the requirements for one's Foundation were harsh, for those Geniuses who had been stuck at a Bottleneck for years with a solid Foundation, it was undoubtedly a shortcut to a higher Peak!

Its value even far exceeded that of the nine revolutions spirit nurturing pill!

Kuang Wutian's action was no different from throwing out the Sect's core secrets in public!