195: finals!

Mahayana!

Saint Wuxu!!!

Even in Zhongzhou, where experts are as numerous as clouds and masters are as abundant as trees, Mahayana experts can serve as leaders of first-rate sects.

Not to mention a mere second-rate dynasty in a remote border region—here, Mahayana means God!

With a single thought, the life and death of billions are decided by the Mahayana alone!

What? You said the Emperor?

A mere Tribulation Transcending Stage cultivator, if he were to displease a Mahayana, even if he were to be cut down with a single sword, who would dare to intervene?

And who could intervene?!

Therefore, the moment Saint Wuxu arrived, the protagonist in the Tianjian Dynasty Imperial Palace was no longer the Emperor.

But this esteemed Second Saint Master of the Three Saints Palace!

But this had nothing to do with Meng Yun anymore.

After fumbling around inside the Imperial City and pressing a few array talismans, he swaggered out of the palace gate.

The most difficult parts to arrange had already been taken care of; the remaining areas were just a piece of cake.

When the array is completed, it might not be able to withstand countless Tribulation Transcending Mahayana cultivators for a long time like a immortal sect's grand array.

But at the very least, it could hold on for a few Kun minutes, which would be more than enough time for everyone to prepare.

...

"Saint Divine Supreme Art!" In the room, Meng Yun deactivated the Demon Seed Flesh he had previously plundered, then circulated his cultivation technique, refining it in an instant.

He had officially stepped into the Soul Transformation stage, allowing his strength to soar further.

"I've always said, going dark makes you three times stronger."

Meng Yun was immersed in this refining process, and two days passed in a blink of an eye.

His strength also officially progressed from the early Soul Transformation stage to the middle Soul Transformation stage.

And nourished by the deactivated Demon Seed Flesh, the Demon Seed chains that originally coiled around his right arm now became even more solid, winding like a snake, lifelike.

That sharp stance, even a Combination Power would have to temporarily avoid its edge!

"I can guarantee that I look even more like a Demon Seed now than a pure-blooded Demon Seed!"

Meng Yun clenched his fist, feeling the powerful force emanating from his arm, and even had an urge to sneak into the heartland of Xuanwu Heaven and sabotage it from within.

...

That night.

Tomorrow would be the final day of the Dynasty Ranking Battle.

In the magnificent Imperial Palace, it was not Southern Palace East resting, but... Saint Wuxu.

At this moment, a figure stood respectfully to the side, with downcast eyes, not daring to look directly at Saint Wuxu.

"You are... Senior Brother Qin YuanTong?"

Sharp, gloomy eyes, like those of a hawk, brazenly swept over Zhou Huang's body.

"Reporting to Saint Master, it is... but this body currently is named Zhou Huang," Zhou Huang bowed respectfully.

"Your strength is not bad, it's just... a bit foolish," Saint Wuxu commented unceremoniously.

Being played around by that junior Yu Jingshen, and losing the Demon Subduing Sword replica for nothing, almost dying himself, this lesson was not small.

"Should there be a next time, this junior will certainly eliminate him," Zhou Huang's eyes flickered with accumulated hatred, encompassing both individuals.

"The Tianjian Dynasty's fate is sealed. The Void Kun Whales have already carved holes in the world barrier, and this world will soon drift into the depths of the void.

At that time, without coordinates, this world will naturally be at your disposal."

Zhou Huang was stunned, then bowed to Saint Wuxu: "Thank you for your guidance, Saint Master..."

"Less talk, come to bed."

A majestic voice resounded, and Zhou Huang's eyes suddenly widened, his body drawn by the Mahayana expert, uncontrollably flying onto Saint Wuxu's bed.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed.

How was this not a different kind of threesome?

So the question is:

Which was more painful, Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's soul or Zhou Huang's body?

...

"Yawn~"

Meng Yun pushed open the window, raising a hand to block the outdoor sunlight: "That sleep was comfortable..."

It was just that he vaguely heard someone wailing in the middle of the night, which truly disturbed his peaceful sleep.

After listening for a while and not hearing any beautiful female voices, Meng Yun had no choice but to set up a soundproofing array, enveloping himself within it.

The Princess's Residence and the Imperial Palace were not far apart, so it was not strange for Meng Yun, with his current Soul Transformation stage hearing, to hear Zhou Huang's cries from the window.

"Cultivators' bodies are still durable," Meng Yun pouted, put on his flashy black and gold attire, and went straight out the door.

He still appeared in the weathered Heaven Sword Pavilion square.

Meng Yun sat in the waiting area, looking at Nangong Jing's dark circles, and couldn't help but tease, "What, didn't sleep last night?"

"Hmph!" Nangong Jing snorted, "I don't believe you didn't hear it!"

"What's so good about men grunting and groaning?" Meng Yun didn't care at all.

"I like to listen, alright?" Nangong Jing retorted.

Meng Yun ignored her, turning to look at Chen Jintong: "How's it going, Cicada Monkey, how's your injury recovery?"

That day, seeing him impaled by a sword on the square's stone monument, Meng Yun thought that guy was probably not going to make it.

It hadn't been long since they last met, and he was already bouncing around again.

As expected, he was worthy of being the one among the three Holy Sons who could survive to the very end.

A typical scoundrel who lives for a thousand years!

"More or less," Chen Jintong nodded faintly.

"If we don't win the championship, I'll hold you accountable."

"I'm invincible in the Soul Transformation stage," Chen Jintong said rather smugly.

"Then today I'll show you what a true Soul Transformation stage is!" Meng Yun rolled up his sleeves.

... Chen Jintong frowned and retreated behind Nangong Jing.

"The competition is about to begin, no infighting!" Nangong Jing stopped Meng Yun.

There was an unwritten rule in the Dynasty Ranking Battle: once a contestant was confirmed, if they broke through a realm afterward, they could continue to participate in their original group's battles.

In other words, although Meng Yun had already broken through to the Soul Transformation stage, he could still participate in the Nascent Soul level battles.

Of course, he wasn't the only one doing this.

Zhou Huang of the Xia Ya Dynasty had also broken through to the Soul Transformation stage, and Lan Zhiqing of the Shui Yue Dynasty had even suffered a severe injury, gained enlightenment, and risen from the ashes, stepping halfway into the Combination stage from the Soul Transformation stage!

This battle was undoubtedly very difficult!

As the three were talking, Zhou Huang walked past them with a strange gait.

Meng Yun's gaze couldn't help but linger on his buttocks for an extra moment.

"What are you looking at?!"

Zhou Huang's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been harshly rubbed with sandpaper, as he expressed his dissatisfaction with Meng Yun.

"Heh, grew up?" Meng Yun expressionlessly withdrew his gaze.

He decided to specifically backstab him later!

And aim for the chrysanthemum!

After the tense and exciting draw, due to the rebellion or total annihilation (physical) of certain dynasties, only four dynasties made it to the final round this time.

The first match: Tianjian Dynasty vs. Shui Yue Dynasty!

Nangong Jing ascended the arena with an expressionless face, and without a word, raised her hand and thrust.

However, the opponent's peak Core Formation stage strength was too great; after a struggle, Nangong Jing was defeated and regretfully withdrew.

The second match: Meng Yun vs. Lan Zhixi.

Speaking of which, there was no need for this match at all.

Meng Yun's own strength was already extremely overpowered, and now that he had broken through to the Soul Transformation stage, if they were to truly fight, he was afraid he might accidentally kill Lan Zhixi!

"Lan Zhixi, surrender," Meng Yun said indifferently.