Chapter 595: Big Brother Cheng’s Domain

“It looks like I’ll have to use that it…”

Xuanyuan Cheng heaved a resigned sigh as he struggled to hold on.

He had progressed to Half-Step Soul Formation Stage, but he had never actually used his domain in a legitimate battle. It was simply because his domain was far too volatile and uncontrollable.

However, he was only one step away from the Hall of Fame.

He had been forced to the brink of defeat by his opponent, and he was very likely going to lose soon if he didn’t use his domain…

The Celestial Immortal broke through Xuanyuan Cheng’s defense before launching a thunderous punch.

The fist compressed the air, which then shot forth like an air-cannon blast.

The projection of a yin-yang image suddenly appeared underfoot as Xuanyuan Cheng’s eyes became as calm as still water. A mystical energy began to exude from his body.

Boom!

The power of the fist was diverted.

Xuanyuan Cheng’s expression suddenly shifted as he yelled to warn everyone, “Be careful!”

His voice had only just faded when a resounding boom erupted!

A devastating explosion engulfed the entirety of the eightieth level as the fearsome shockwaves and destructive power swept outward at once while creating a horrendous scene akin to Armageddon!

An Lin had made preparations in advance, but he was still knocked flying by the fearsome explosion.

Xu Xiaolan was quite sensitive to flames, and she was able to activate a suit of flaming armor to protect herself in a split second, thereby allowing her to sustain the least damage as she was only knocked back a few steps.

The flames slowly dissipated.

Xuanyuan Cheng coughed incessantly as he doubled over in a disheveled state. His white robe was in tatters, his elegant long hair had been charred and curled, and his handsome face looked more like a piece of charcoal.

As for his divine-intent opponent?

They had been blasted into oblivion…

“Wah…”

An aggrieved cry sounded in the distance.

Everyone turned to find that Su Qianyun’s blue dress was tattered and charred, her skin had been scorched a bright red, and her face was also as black as coal while a white plume of smoke escaped from her mouth.

“Xuan! Yuan! Cheng!” Liu Qianhuan had also been swept up in the explosion earlier, and she glowered at Xuanyuan Cheng with a thunderous expression.

Xuanyuan Cheng hung his head in shame. “I… I lost control. It’s all my fault; I’m sorry.”

He was quite surprised that he had lost control so quickly. When he was sparring with An Lin, he hadn’t lost control so quickly… He was able to use his Dao Myriad Spirit Taichi in order to divert most of the power from the explosion, but the others were unable to do the same…

Xuanyuan Cheng was quite depressed. He didn’t know how he ended up with a domain like this.

The combination of myriad spirit and explosion represented the juxtaposition of vitality and destruction, which was quite a fitting balance for the Dao of Taichi.

However, the explosive element of his domain often overwhelmed the myriad spirit aspect, thereby creating an undesirable imbalance…

Hopefully, this would address itself when he progressed to Soul Formation Stage.

After the explosion, Su Qianyun activated a spell technique to conceal her body as she silently cleaned herself up and put on a new set of clothes before landing the killing blow on her divine-intent opponent, who had been blasted into a quadriplegic by Big Brother Cheng’s explosion.

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Thus, all of them progressed through the trial of the eightieth level!

The students outside the Immortal Spirit Tower had exploded into raucous chatter as everyone discussed among themselves with animated expressions.

Some of the female students had dreamy expressions on their faces. “Xuanyuan Cheng is so handsome. Especially after the explosion revealed his muscular body; my heart is thumping uncontrollably…”

However, there were some female students who thought otherwise. “How did my Prince Charming become an explosive maniac from the handsome, graceful man he once was? I refuse to accept this!”

Some of the male students were quite disappointed. “Why are Liu Qianhuan and Su Qianyun’s clothes so durable…”

Of course, there were also some who were actually talking about cultivation.

“After observing that melee Celestial Immortal’s fist techniques, I feel like I can incorporate a lot of that into my own fist techniques.”

“The third-year students sure are freaks. Not only has An Lin entered the Hall of Fame, Xu Xiaolan, Xuanyuan Cheng, and Su Qianyun have also followed in his footsteps. For God’s sake, they’re only third-year students…”

“That’s a very scary notion. Even the likes of Wang Xuanzhan was only able to make it into the Hall of Fame during his fourth-year.”

“Thank God Liu Qianhuan is still there. Otherwise, the junior students would’ve stolen the entire show; that would be nothing short of a tragedy.”

“What level do you guys think Liu Qianhuan is going to get to?”

…

Within the Immortal Spirit Tower, Bai Zhong glowered down at the five students with a weary expression. He couldn’t even be bothered to scold them anymore.

Loss of control… loss of control again…

How can these students be so powerful yet completely unable to control their own strength?!

Bai Zhong was about to explode from rage. He issued warnings to not let it happen again, but they switched perpetrators every time.

Seeing as Su Qianyun already had the clear upper hand in her battle, Bai Zhong couldn’t be bothered to say anything. After all, he was going to be exhausted if he went about scolding everyone one by one!

Besides, after the eightieth level, there was no chance of them being able to interfere with one another’s battles.

Bai Zhong did not waste any more words as he pulled out eighteen numbered badges. “Firstly, congratulations on entering the Hall of Fame.”

“Now then, these are the entry passes to the eighty-first to the ninety-eighth levels. As there is only one divine-intent warrior on each level, you can only choose three levels each, and you can’t choose a level another person has chosen. Please pick out a level first, and once you pass through the trial there, I will reappear so that you can choose another level.”

An Lin asked with a curious expression, “Aren’t there ninety-nine levels? Where is the badge for the ninety-ninth level?”

Bai Xian harrumphed coldly. “You have to pass the trial on the ninety-eighth level first before you can access the ninety-ninth level! Ever since the inception of the Immortal Spirit Tower, no one has been able to pass the ninety-eighth level. Don’t try to aim too high, young man. Make sure to correctly gauge your own strength before making your decision!”

Bai Zhong couldn’t help but preach.

Everyone knew that there were only three chances left, and each level had rich rewards to be reaped. There was even a chance that they would be able to receive the inheritances of the divine-intent warriors they battled.

If they chose a level that was too difficult for them on their first turn and failed as a result, they would be disqualified from further participation. That would be a waste of two opportunities.

Su Qianyun played it extremely safe by picking level eighty-one. Xuanyuan Cheng was also planning to test the waters, and he chose level eighty-two.

Liu Qianhuan wanted to pick herself up from where she had fallen last time, and so, she chose level eighty-seven.

After a short pause, Xu Xiaolan chose level eighty-six.

An Lin didn’t even think and immediately picked level ninety-two.

Bai Zhong pursed his lips upon seeing An Lin’s confident expression. “Alright, then I wish you all the best of luck!”

As he spoke, he waved his arm to teleport each person to the level they had chosen.