119: In the martial arts competition, all the geniuses of the Eastern Wilderness were slapped in the face!

“I wonder how strong these Eastern Wasteland prodigies are, compared to our Immortal Tomb Disciples?”

“These people seem to possess extraordinary temperaments; they shouldn't be simple individuals.”

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Celestial Burial City was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The Mortals here heard that the Immortal Tomb Lord’s daughter was holding a martial arts competition to find a suitor, so they couldn't help but come to watch. Many Cultivators also secretly observed from the shadows.

A group of male Tianjiao had already returned from various mysterious Restricted Areas, as participating in the martial arts gathering and marriage recruitment was their true purpose.

“Yaoguang, do you know what the Immortal Tomb Lord’s daughter looks like?” Divine King Body Luo Chen asked with a smile.

Yaoguang Holy Son’s expression was indifferent, and he shook his head without speaking.

“Hehe, I heard from a few Holy Daughters that they saw a woman in Immortal Tomb who wasn't of this Mortal world, with a face like an immortal. Perhaps that is the Immortal Tomb Lord’s daughter,” Luo Chen said with some emotion.

“If one could marry the Immortal Tomb Lord’s daughter, that would probably be the greatest Opportunity!”

His words made the other Tianjiao around him nod in agreement, their hearts stirred.

Becoming the son-in-law of a Restricted Area, wouldn't that mean possessing an immense backing?

Even Ancient Families and the various Holy Lands wouldn't dare to disregard it!

Finally, when the time came, a grey-robed old man appeared. He was the Great Elder of Great Dream Immortal Mausoleum.

After the Immortal Tomb Grand Elder briefly introduced the rules, those mysterious Immortal Tomb Disciples walked out.

Upon seeing these individuals, most of the Eastern Wasteland prodigies had strange expressions.

A waiter?

A sweeping boy?

A blacksmith?

A scholar writing documents?

...

“Are they really Disciples of the Immortal Mausoleum Forbidden Zone? Why do I feel like these people are just the kind you can grab a handful of off the street?”

“I have that feeling too…”

Most of the Eastern Wasteland prodigies were bewildered, feeling as if they had been insulted.

Although they had come to Great Dream Immortal Mausoleum seeking opportunities, they were, after all, Eastern Wasteland prodigies, top-tier figures among the younger generation.

Everyone present was a Heaven's favored child, either about to open their Seven Cave Heavens, or already in Seven Cave Heavens and preparing to assault Eight Cave Heavens!

Was the Immortal Mausoleum Forbidden Zone just finding some random people to fob them off?

However, they soon realized they were greatly mistaken.

“Immortal Tomb, Shen Fan, please enlighten me!”

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“Immortal Tomb, Yang Ye, please enlighten me!”

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“Amitābha! Wu Xin, please enlighten me!”

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The Eastern Wasteland prodigies who were challenged initially paid no mind, even showing disdain, but when they were easily defeated by their opponents, they were horrified.

“How could he be so strong? He defeated me in one move?!”

“There’s something wrong with this monk! Is his Physical Body that terrifying?”

“Damn it! These people are not simple at all, I misjudged them!”

Eastern Wasteland prodigies, such as the Young Master of the Ziwei Sect, the successor of the Flying Sword Sect, and the senior Disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, were defeated upon their appearance.

They simply weren't enough to watch!

Although some of them were at the Seven Cave Heavens level, they were simply too weak.

Thus, Yaoguang Holy Son, Divine King Body Luo Chen, Thunder Punishment Holy Son Lei Aotian, and others, all perked up.

“Shen Fan, challenge Yaoguang Holy Son.”

Shen Fan, the waiter who had previously clashed with Jade Balance Holy Maiden, stepped out and specifically challenged Yaoguang Holy Son, as he was an Eastern Wasteland Prodigy who could bring a hundred years of freedom.

The others had also nearly finished their challenges and began challenging truly formidable opponents!

“Yang Ye, challenge Divine King Body Luo Chen!”

“Wu Xin, challenge Thunder Punishment Holy Son!”

“Zhang Junnian, challenge Yuheng Holy Son!”

“...”

On the vast martial arts arena, Yaoguang Holy Son and Shen Fan stood opposite each other.

“Are you an Immortal Tomb Disciple?” A hint of doubt appeared in Yaoguang Holy Son’s indifferent expression, because he always felt that the martial arts techniques the other party used bore some resemblance to the inheritance mastered by a certain force in Central Province.

“Yes, and no.”

Shen Fan’s gaze was calm. He knew that Yaoguang Holy Son was already considered extremely top-tier among these Eastern Wasteland prodigies and should not be underestimated, but he didn't care.

In the past, he was also a Disciple of a colossal power in Central Province.

Although he had been lost in Great Dream Immortal Mausoleum for seven years, coming here was a unique form of cultivation for him!

When he returned, opening his Eighth Cave Heaven and then integrating a hundred years of Great Dream Reincarnation cultivation to directly bypass the Soul Palace Realm and enter the Nether Void Realm, would not be difficult.

As he spoke, Shen Fan had already unleashed streaks of glowing light. His martial arts were overbearing, and his attacks were terrifying.

Yaoguang Holy Son frowned deeply but calmly parried the attacks.

In the first round, the two were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

In the second round, Shen Fan became serious, and Yaoguang Holy Son’s expression changed.

In the third round, Yaoguang Holy Son fell into a disadvantage.

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On the arena, the autumn wind was bleak, making it seem desolate.

Yaoguang Holy Son had a terrifying, bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, which made his face as pale as paper.

“Your strength is not bad, but is this all of your strength?

Shen Fan held a broad, heavy sword in his hand and asked curiously, “Or are you holding back, afraid to reveal all your trump cards?”

“I can feel that you pose a considerable threat to me.”

Yaoguang Holy Son remained silent, and finally chose to concede: “I lost.”

Some things he could not easily display.

Once displayed, he feared there would be no place for him in the Eastern Wilderness, because revealing his trump card would mean becoming an enemy of the world.

“Boring.” Shen Fan sneered with disdain.

Though he didn't understand, he looked down upon it.

When Yaoguang Holy Son conceded, there was an uproar all around, and the Eastern Wasteland prodigies were all shocked.

“Yaoguang Holy Son actually lost to that Shen Fan?”

“Is this what a Disciple of the Immortal Mausoleum Forbidden Zone is like? Truly extraordinary!”

Yaoguang Holy Son was as famous as Divine King Body Luo Chen, and his displayed strength was no less, yet he still lost!

This naturally astonished the Cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness.

And immediately after Yaoguang Holy Son, Yuheng Holy Son, Kaiyang Holy Son, and Celestial Balance Holy Son, these three Holy Sons from the Beidou Three Holy Lands of Eastern Linjieshi, also successively fell in battle against their respective opponents!

Their strength seemed not much weaker than Yaoguang Holy Son, which also greatly broadened the horizons of the Eastern Wasteland prodigies, as they had relatively little contact with Cultivators from Eastern Linjieshi.

But they still lost!

“Hmph! All trash! You still need to see me, Thunder Arrogant Heaven!”

Thunder Punishment Holy Son was full of arrogance. Facing this ascetic-like fellow, he showed no fear.

Could a stinking monk possibly beat him?

He cultivated Tian Fai Lightning and possessed a powerful lightning-type Physique, wielding the power of Tian Fai. How could a mere Buddhist monk be his opponent?

Wu Xin, opposite him, had a face as calm as still water. He smiled slightly: “Donor Lei, please go first.”

“Putting on an act!”

Thunder Arrogant Heaven coldly snorted, immediately manifesting a terrifyingly majestic lightning Qilin. Streaks of lightning gales suddenly appeared in the void, enhancing its momentum.

As the lightning Qilin charged, even the space on the arena seemed to tremble.

Wu Xin stood as unmoving as a mountain, with a layer of golden Buddha light seemingly emanating from his body. He merely threw a punch, yet it seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth, like a golden dragon-elephant roaring forth!

When they heard the faint roar of the dragon-elephant, the Eastern Wasteland prodigies present all changed their expressions.

“Could this be… Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill?”

“It is rumored that the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the Western Desert possesses such a fierce and overbearing Buddhist cultivation method, but how does this monk know it?”

Although the Eastern Wilderness and the Western Desert are separated by an infinitely vast distance, there is still communication between them, and some ancient forces have had Disciples travel to the Western Desert for training.

“Could it be that this young monk is from the Western Desert? But why would he be in Great Dream Immortal Mausoleum?”

For a moment, many Cultivators secretly speculated, their eyes flickering.