173: Push it flat, and see my grandma.

"Boom!"

The light of the isolation Formation in the Void Realm battlefield flashed and then dissipated, as eight Prodigies leaped fiercely from their respective arenas.

They landed in unison on Arena One, surrounding Qin Wushang in the center.

Three Heavenly Gods and five True Gods, united in their hatred, exuded an astonishing Aura.

Murong De stepped forward, his body wreathed in fiery red Divine Power like burning flames, staring at Qin Wushang with a low voice.

"Qin Wushang! I admit, you are strong!"

"The Double-Pupil Holy Physique lives up to its reputation!"

"However..."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly rose, carrying the pride and displeasure belonging to a Heavenly God.

"One against eight! Do you really think you are invincible? If we join forces, we might just have a chance of winning!"

Wang Jing stood on the other side, his long sword ringing clear in his hand, the blade pointing directly at Qin Wushang, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

"Brother Murong is absolutely right! Everyone, there is no need to talk about the rules of one-on-one combat!"

"This brat is arrogant, looking down on us as if we were nothing. Today, let him know what it means to provoke the collective wrath!"

"Attack together, hold nothing back, use your full strength!"

"Attack together, kill him!" someone roared.

The eight of them shared a single mind in an instant, and as they moved, they sealed off all of Qin Wushang's escape routes.

The arena Formation closed, the grand competition began, and without any wasted words, they attacked immediately.

"Attack!"

"Roar! Divine Physique, activate!"

"Eight Gods Savage Strength!"

"Geng Metal Killing Sword!"

"Netherworld Nine Claws!"

...

The eight roared in unison, holding nothing back, as their Physique visions soared into the sky and their innate Divine Abilities erupted fiercely!

Behind Wang Jing appeared the phantom of a towering sword mountain, with ten thousand swords ringing in unison!

Around Murong De, nine burning, brilliant suns manifested, their heat scorching the heavens!

The other five either transformed into giant apes, summoned mysterious ice, or called forth ghosts...

Eight completely different, terrifying Divine Abilities intertwined into a destructive energy storm, colorful and breathtakingly brilliant.

The entire arena shook violently, as if about to explode!

"Boom!"

Runes on the surface of Arena One flashed madly, emitting a buzzing sound, as turbulent Divine Power constantly slammed against the Formation.

Divine light completely swallowed the spot where Qin Wushang stood, covering him entirely.

"Did it work?" an observer exclaimed.

"So arrogant? Not dodging?" someone said in surprise.

"A full-force strike from eight people? Even a Half-step God King would have to dodge, right? He actually didn't move!" someone said tremulously.

However, right in the center of that destructive tide of light!

A cyan radiance, like the opening of Chaos, leisurely lit up.

Immediately after, the phantom of a Chaos Dao Lotus, seemingly carrying all the Daos of the heavens, slowly grew out from the energy storm!

The lotus leaves unfurled, scattering billions of strands of Chaos dao light, actually isolating the Divine Ability attacks—which were powerful enough to tear apart a Heavenly God—and annihilating them into nothingness!

Qin Wushang's calm voice followed.

"Too weak."

"Some time ago, facing a Heavenly God, I still felt it was somewhat interesting. Now it seems... what is called a Heavenly God, before me, is no different from an ant?"

"How dare you! Impudent!" Murong De's expression twisted as he roared.

The opponent before him already had a grudge against the Murong Family, and this time, he actually harbored a thought of revenge.

He held nothing back, the Void Realm behind him shook violently, and nine brilliant grotto-heavens, like real Small Worlds, opened with a boom!

Inside each grotto-heaven, the phantom of a fiery divine bird was roaring!

"Nine Suns Heaven-Burning Palm!"

He pressed his palms together, and endless true solar fire gushed out from the nine grotto-heavens behind him, gathering in his palms to form a crimson-gold flame giant palm that covered half the arena!

The textures on the giant palm were clear, with nine suns appearing upon it!

The nine suns descended along with the massive palm print, as if to annihilate the entire arena.

"This is somewhat decent." Qin Wushang's voice remained calm.

Facing the giant palm that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, he didn't even move a step, remaining proudly in place.

Only, at his chest, a faint glimmer, indescribable in color and rhythm, quietly lit up.

reincarnation immortal bone!

"Hum!"

immortal light shone, and a gray-white phantom disk appeared behind him, slowly rotating.

On the disk, six blurred portals were vaguely visible: birth, old age, sickness, death, glory, and decay...

Endless phantoms of sentient beings floated within it, demonstrating the most fundamental Law of Reincarnation in heaven and earth!

reincarnation immortal disk!

As soon as it appeared, it did not attack actively, but merely trembled slightly according to Qin Wushang's will.

An invisible, intangible, yet eerie power that could strip away time and make all things fear, quietly spread out.

"Boom!" In the eyes of countless people filled with terror, the crimson-gold flame giant palm, after approaching the phantom of the reincarnation immortal disk, seemed to have experienced millions of years of time, its intense light dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then dissipating.

And this Reincarnation power did not stop, continuing to spread, instantly enveloping the entire arena!

"Ah! My power! My Lifespan!"

"No! My hair! My skin!"

"This Reincarnation power... He has mastered the Law of Reincarnation!!!!"

The five True God Realm Prodigies were the first to feel the terror.

They realized with horror that the surging Divine Power within them was uncontrollably and rapidly draining away, as if swallowed by an invisible black hole!

What terrified them even more was that their appearances began to show signs of aging, and their skin lost its luster.

Entering Reincarnation, Lifespan is stripped away!

This was not an injury, but the passive loss of life Origin and aging!

"I surrender! I won't fight! I won't fight!"

The True God Peak Prodigy who had first questioned Qin Wushang roared in terror.

He used all his strength to rush towards the edge of the arena, frantically slapping the protective light screen, wanting to escape the arena.

"I also surrender!"

"I surrender! Let me out quickly!"

The other four True God Realm Prodigies also scrambled to shout their surrender, no longer having any Battle Intent.

Reincarnation power is not something that beings of their Realm can contend with.

In the blink of an eye, only Murong De and Wang Jing, the two Heavenly Gods, remained on the arena, struggling to hold on.

Their cultivation was stronger; at the Heavenly God Realm, one can touch the power of Law, so their resistance to Reincarnation power was slightly stronger.

But they could also clearly feel their own Divine Power and vitality slowly but firmly draining away.

Both of their faces were pale, veins bulging on their foreheads, their eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.

And Qin Wushang moved too!

"Too slow."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. The next moment, he formed his fingers into a sword shape and tapped lightly towards the void.

"Boom!" An ocean composed of destructive thunder poured out from his fingertips!

That was no ordinary heavenly thunder; the thunder was a noble purple-gold color, each bolt as thick as a Dragon, jumping with ancient and primitive Thunder Dao runes, numbering more than thousands.

This is Thunderous Force! A killing technique from the Thunder Emperor Sutra!

The purple-gold ocean of thunder instantly engulfed the still-struggling Murong De and Wang Jing.

"Ah!" The two screamed, were sent flying by the terrifying thunder Dragons, and slammed heavily into the protective light screen at the edge of the arena!

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Two dull, drum-like loud noises.

The light screen swayed, and as it shook, Murong De and Wang Jing slid down against it, collapsing on the ground, blood spraying continuously from their mouths.

Their Auras instantly withered to the extreme, their bodies charred black, emitting black smoke.

"Who else?" Qin Wushang shouted, but no one dared to answer.

Inside and outside the arena, there was dead silence.

"I... I... surrender!" Wang Jing used the last of his Divine Power to project his voice, fearing the Elder referee wouldn't hear him, and he would be finished off by Qin Wushang.

Murong De did the same!

"Surrendered? It's over already?"

"This guy is this terrifying?"

"Damn it! It's Reincarnation power! That is the legendary power that touches the Origin of time and life! A Divine Fire Realm, actually able to use a Divine Ability to release this kind of power!"

"Eight against one! Three Heavenly Gods! Actually... actually crushed in a sweep!"

"What kind of thunder technique is that! So terrifying! Even more overbearing than the Murong Family's Nine Suns True Fire!"

"Double-Pupil... Holy Physique... immortal bone... and these endless terrifying Divine Abilities... what kind of monster is this Qin Wushang?"

"He didn't even move much just now! Is this the crushing of absolute strength?"

"Murong De and Wang Jing were seeds with hopes of reaching the top sixteen or even top eight!"

"Actually lost so thoroughly?"

"Is there any opponent left among his generation for this child?"

"Damn! What's the point of fighting! Just let him be the champion! How can anyone else have any experience!"

The waves of shocked and disbelieving discussion almost overturned the Void Realm battlefield, and everyone focused their gaze on that one figure.

This battle of Qin Wushang's was completely a steamroll!

On the high platform, the expressions of the many heads of Noble Families were colorful, some gloomy as water, some uncertain.

Chu Yuehua sat in the center, her expression still cold and aloof, only her slightly curled and then relaxed slender fingers revealed a trace of an unsettled mood.

The Elder referee Qin Yulian took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in her heart, and announced loudly.

"Arena One, Qin Wushang, wins!"

"According to the agreement, Qin Wushang directly advances to the top sixteen, no need to participate in the subsequent matches of this round!"

With a flash of light, Qin Wushang was teleported out of the Void Realm battlefield and landed back on the Chu Clan Ancestral Land plaza.

His figure had just appeared when a purple silhouette, carrying a fragrant breeze, pounced over like a happy lark.

It was Lin Ziyao!

"Brother Wushang! You are too amazing!"

Lin Ziyao's eyes sparkled with undisguised admiration and excitement.

"One against eight, and you won so beautifully! That Reincarnation disk and thunder technique just now were simply cool!"

Qin Wushang glanced at her, seeing her Aura was stable, obviously she had also finished her match, and said casually: "You're not bad either, off the arena so quickly."

Lin Ziyao heard this and proudly puffed out her chest, which was a bit large, not at all what a young girl should have.

She raised her little face and said smugly: "That's for sure!"

"I only used one punch to suppress that self-righteous guy on the other side!"

"Oh?" Qin Wushang looked at her with a half-smile.

"Can't tell, our Ziyao is so violent now?"

Lin Ziyao's face changed instantly!

The little smugness she had just now vanished instantly, and she waved her hands hurriedly, revealing a weak expression.

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

"It was he who was too weak, couldn't take a hit! Really! I actually didn't use much strength..."

Her words made the corners of the mouths of many Prodigies around her who had been robbed by her twitch, and they complained wildly in their hearts.

"Violent girl! Who doesn't know that you, Lin Ziyao, chased and pummeled people from the Murong Family for tens of thousands of miles in the Cang Realm?"

"When you punched me away, damn it, you were so irritable, and here you are pretending to be a good girl, what the f*ck!"

"Qin Wushang! Don't be fooled by her! She also has a huge hammer, super scary! When she swings it, she beats me so hard that even my grandmother wouldn't recognize me!!"

At this moment, a young man couldn't help but roar.

Lin Ziyao's face changed drastically!

"Li Wuque! Stop talking nonsense here!"

"If you dare to nag again, this girl will dismantle your two legs and let you lie down for the rest of your life!"

Qin Wushang heard this, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"How could they be weak? I think they were quite strong... Look at those eight just now, they at least lasted for three full breaths under my Divine Ability."

"Pfft—!" Everyone heard this and couldn't help but roll their eyes!

Three breaths? With your mixed doubles of Reincarnation power and thunder technique, lasting three breaths is already ancestral graves smoking, okay? What else do you want?

Lin Ziyao tugged at Qin Wushang's sleeve, lowered her voice, carrying a bit of mystery.

"Brother Wushang, ignore them."

"Come with me, I found a special place, I'll take you to meet someone!"

"Meet someone?" Qin Wushang raised his eyebrows, somewhat puzzled.

"What person?"

Lin Ziyao blinked, her smile becoming somewhat subtle.

"Go to meet... my grandmother."

"She wants to see you."

Grandmother? Lin Ziyao's grandmother? The old madam of the Town South General's Mansion?

An old Senior, at this critical juncture, wants to see him, what is this for? Qin Wushang couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart.

"Lead the way."

The two avoided the crowd still immersed in shock and discussion, and left the bustling Chu Clan Ancestral Land plaza.

Led by Lin Ziyao, they passed through several busy streets and finally arrived at a seemingly quite luxurious inn.

Lin Ziyao familiarly led Qin Wushang up to the third floor, arriving in front of a room at the end of the corridor.

She looked left and right, ensuring no one was paying attention, then took out a key to open the door and quickly slipped inside.

"Come in quickly!"

Qin Wushang stepped inside. The room was elegantly furnished, with calming sandalwood incense burning, but it was empty.

He was about to speak, when he heard behind him... "Click." A soft sound, the door was neatly locked from the inside.

Qin Wushang turned around! He saw Lin Ziyao leaning against the door, arms crossed over her chest, the pure and kind smile on her face had long since disappeared.

With a mischievous grin, and even carrying a trace of a blush!

Qin Wushang: "..."

He looked at the tightly closed door, then at Lin Ziyao who was clearly harboring ulterior motives, was silent for two seconds, and slowly opened his mouth.

"Why lock the door? Where is your grandmother?"

"Right here!" As the words fell, Lin Ziyao lifted her clothes!

"Holy crap!"

"You're actually running a scam!"