237: On the arena, there was a monster.

Qin Wangchuan’s words echoed like a tangible shockwave, and the entire Cloud Misty Sky City fell into an eerie silence.

“Twelfth Realm… Half-Supreme?”

The expressions on Chu Wujiu and the others’ faces instantly turned solemn.

“Twelfth Realm?! This isn’t what we agreed upon!” Yan Wujin roared first.

Yun Zexuan lightly tapped his chin, “Under twenty and already in the Twelfth Realm, he’s truly a monster… But if it’s him, it’s also normal.”

“It’s still under control.”

“Exactly!” Chu Wujiu interrupted in a deep voice, his Battle Intent growing even stronger, “I’m currently in the Thirteenth Realm, so it won’t be easy for him to win. Don’t forget we still have trump cards.”

At these words, everyone nodded.

The plan remained unchanged.

Only Zhou Yunyi.

He was already thinking about how to save his life later.

‘And I can’t even run away. What responsibility of the First Feather, what not having to go on missions, all those promises were bullshit!’

Aboard the flying boat, Feng Qingjue stood leaning against the railing.

Her pale white fingers trembled slightly from exertion. This graceful empress, who once ruled over vast lands and subdued many Prodigies, now had her delicate jaw unconsciously tightened, and in her Phoenix eyes, which always looked down on all beings, there was nothing but shock!

She felt the pressure emanating from Wang Qiming, a genuine Twelfth Realm.

And coupled with that soaring Imperial Fate Purple Qi—with such Purple Qi, even a Thirteenth Realm, a Supreme Realm, might find him extremely troublesome.

However… all of this was as fragile as glass before Qin Wangchuan.

“Same Realm, just one Move and…?”

Her red lips parted, letting out a nearly inaudible murmur.

The Profound Ice Jade Bone Sacred Body allowed her to enter the Tenth Realm before the age of twenty, a talent that once made her look down on her peers.

However, all of this was insignificant before Qin Wangchuan.

Jiang Yan, beside her, was also dumbfounded.

‘This is… his power… his Dao.’

Feng Qingjue slightly turned her head, a few strands of dark hair falling to her neck, outlining a graceful curve.

She looked at the figure on the arena, looking down on the world, and couldn't help but wonder, ‘After displaying such strength, no one should dare to challenge him, right?’

This thought shouldn't have appeared in the mind of a Prodigy like her, but if it were her, she would most likely not go on stage.

Knowing you would lose and still going on stage, that was foolishness.

But the scene below was beyond Feng Qingjue’s expectation.

When everyone saw that although Wang Qiming was spitting blood and his aura was weak, he could stand steadily with the support of his companions.

A strange, fervent atmosphere instantly replaced the fear!

“He’s not dead! He held back!”

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“I’ll go!”

“Count me in!”

Qin Wangchuan, the Qin Family Divine Son from Heaven Above Heavens, his strength was unfathomable.

At first, everyone was afraid to go on stage, fearing that such an existence would act ruthlessly, and their lives would be in danger at any moment.

But seeing that Wang Qiming, though defeated, was still alive, everyone suddenly realized—this was merely a sparring match where they stopped before causing serious harm!

This realization was like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly igniting everyone’s fighting spirit!

That’s right.

From the beginning, no one had hoped for victory.

That was a Divine Son from the Immortal Court, to defeat him?

By what right?

Just by the so-called Prodigy titles of these Upper Thousand Provinces?

It was precisely because they were close that they knew what the words Heaven Above Heavens represented.

What everyone desired in their hearts was merely to preserve their lives in a confrontation with him; if they could gain something, it would already be an immense stroke of Luck!

More than ten figures radiating powerful auras, their eyes burning with a flame mixed with awe, longing, and determination, almost simultaneously leaped onto the huge arena from different directions, surrounding Qin Wangchuan in the center!

Battle Intent soared into the sky, but the scene was unexpectedly orderly.

No one wanted to rush forward all at once, because everyone clearly understood—

This was not a life-and-death struggle, but a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seek the Dao.

The Prodigies took turns like a revolving lantern, always maintaining more than ten people on stage at the same time.

Qin Wangchuan stood in the center, not suppressing them with Dao Laws, but rather specifically restraining them.

If others threw a punch, he would also throw a punch to counter it; if others drew a sword, he would also draw a sword.

With a hint of restraint, he won honorably.

He even occasionally offered a few comments.

“Your Fist Intent is decent, but your waist and stance are loose.” Qin Wangchuan repelled a Body Cultivator with a palm, his voice calm.

The Body Cultivator staggered back, subconsciously looking at his legs.

“Too many superfluous movements.” Facing a sky full of Sword Intent, Qin Wangchuan merely struck down with a single sword, and the Sword Intent shattered.

The young girl wielding the sword stood frozen, as if she had gained some insight.

What was even more astonishing was that he could learn and apply techniques on the fly during battle.

A Prodigy demonstrated his family’s unique skill, “Flowing Cloud Hand,” and after only two appearances, Qin Wangchuan surprisingly countered with the same Move, but with the technique of a sword strike.

“Flowing Cloud Hand is inherently soft, yet it can be infused with Sword Intent?” The person murmured, as if savoring something.

Of course, Qin Wangchuan was not unscathed throughout.

On one hand, it was due to his deliberate suppression, and on the other hand, it was because not only young Prodigies were making their Moves.

In the Upper Thousand Provinces, most young Prodigies under thirty were in the Eleventh Realm, with the most outstanding reaching the Twelfth Realm.

As for some older ones, they could be in the Thirteenth Realm.

As for those of the same age as Qin Wangchuan?

Sorry, their Realm was too low, they simply weren't qualified to participate in this sparring session.

“Heaven and Earth Law!”

A hundred-zhang golden body rose from the ground, and the Heaven and Earth Law appeared with a mighty pressure.

There were also differences between Heaven and Earth Laws.

Though this golden body was a hundred zhang tall and seemed majestic, it didn't even deserve a true name.

Compared to his elder brother’s Law Incarnation, which was recognized by Heaven and Earth, it was far inferior.

“Myriad Tribulation Thunder Furnace • Third Gear.”

“Heavenly Ruin Tribulation Finger.”

Without even activating 'When Tribulations End, I Appear', just with the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Furnace's enhancement, a finger shot out with lightning, and the hundred-zhang golden body was instantly pierced before it could even make a Move, finally collapsing with a roar.

After more than ten days of intense battle, the scars on Qin Wangchuan’s body gradually increased, but his eyes grew sharper.

What was even more alarming was that the force of his strikes was steadily increasing.

A Body Cultivator who could withstand three of his punches on the first day was sent flying with one punch on the seventh day; a Sword Cultivator who could exchange sword Moves with him on the third day couldn't even block a single sword on the tenth day.

“He’s getting stronger…” A Prodigy who had just been knocked off the arena lay on the ground, muttering as he looked at the figure who grew stronger with each battle, “Each clash is more terrifying than the last…”

As the number of defeated increased, wisps of Luck gathered from all directions towards Qin Wangchuan.

This newly acquired Luck, combined with what he had previously gained from Feng Qingjue, converged and ultimately transformed into a magnificent golden pillar of light that shot into the sky, enveloping the entire arena in a brilliant glow.

Dao rhythm flowed around Qin Wangchuan, 'When Tribulations End, I Appear' was automatically triggered, and his immortal bone was undergoing a transformation.

Every injury, every confrontation, accelerated this transformation.

On the thirteenth day, when yet another Prodigy was effortlessly repelled, everyone clearly perceived the truth:

Qin Wangchuan, far from weakening in this prolonged battle, was evolving at an astonishing speed.

The current him was incomparable to who he was thirteen days ago.

Even with his deliberate suppression, many were still defeated in a single Move.

Gradually, a silent fear began to spread through the crowd.

Even though their bodies were completely unharmed, and the rules still allowed them to re-enter the arena, many found their steps as heavy as lead.

They looked at the figure on the arena who grew stronger with each battle, their lips trembling as they uttered two words:

“Monster…”