Chapter 1221: Fierce Battle

On the circular stone platform, Zhao Yuanlai's mouth was slightly open, unable to speak for a long time, while Zhou Xianyang cast an uneasy glance at the center, fearing that Pure Essence True Man and the others sitting there might notice something.

Pure Essence and the others, who had been chatting, were indeed attracted by the strike from Han Li and the other man.

"Hehe, your Jinyuan Immortal Domain truly hides dragons and crouching tigers. These two are both quite impressive," said the Phoenix Heaven Immortal Envoy, who rarely spoke and even more rarely praised.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuanfeng, the Lord of Jinyuan Immortal Palace, smiled and nodded without speaking. It was Pure Essence True Man who suddenly spoke:

"One with gravity laws, the other a body cultivator—both have extraordinary combat power, worth watching."

Heavenly Star Venerable, who had been squinting and dozing, now opened his eyes wide, staring at Han Li and the other man, calculating whether to pull their respective sects into the Sun-Moon Alliance.

On the martial stage, black and white lights canceled each other out, and the momentum gradually subsided.

The moment Han Li and the other man's figures reappeared, they both flickered and became blurry.

The surrounding spectators, ignoring the battles on other stages, focused their eyes on this stage, their gazes moving rapidly, tracking the traces of Han Li and the other man.

With a loud "bang," Han Li's figure leaped high, then dove down, punching downward.

A mass of white light gathered on his fist, turning into a bright beam of light that shot straight toward Chu Zhong below.

The latter shrugged his shoulders, and the spine on his back bulged like a dragon's ridge, emitting a series of "crackling" sounds. Then his figure sprang up, charging straight toward the white beam.

A strange rune appeared on his forehead, and then a dark light with a metallic sheen lit up on its surface. Without dodging, he charged head-on like a battering ram, directly meeting the beam.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of explosions rang out continuously. Chu Zhong's figure rushed upward, and hundreds of light spots lit up around his body.

"Another body cultivator..." Han Li frowned, pressing his body downward with force.

The white beam between them grew shorter and shorter, and the distance between them closed rapidly, until they finally collided violently.

With a "boom" of an explosion.

Another intense surge of heaven and earth origin energy, and the two separated, stirring up countless dust clouds once more.

Before the dust settled, a black light curtain began to expand around them, covering the entire martial stage. In the void, a black mountain like an ink painting appeared, looming faintly in the high sky.

With a dull "hum," black light rays shot down from above the martial stage, making the entire void seem suddenly extremely heavy.

The dust that had not yet settled was instantly pressed down by gravity. Han Li, standing in the center of the stone platform, also felt his body suddenly sink, stumbling involuntarily.

The stone platform beneath him shattered with a crash, turning into a pile of rubble.

"This Elder Chu Zhong is not only a body cultivator but has also cultivated such a powerful Creation Domain. I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Chang won't be able to do anything even if he tries his best this time," Zhao Yuanlai said with some schadenfreude, watching the situation on the stage.

"Mountain Lord Zhao, don't jump to conclusions too early. Let's wait and see," Zhou Xianyang said.

He was not clear about Han Li's true cultivation level, only knowing that it was definitely not weak. But restricted by the need to conceal his identity and unable to use his own techniques, facing Chu Zhong was indeed somewhat difficult.

Cheers continued from around the square, and the fights on the other martial stages had also entered a white-hot stage, making the scene lively.

The eyes of the people on the circular stone platform were mostly focused on the "Ugly" character stage where Han Li and the other man were.

Under the heavy pressure, Han Li tried to lift his leg but found that the gravity in the surrounding void had been increased at least a hundredfold. Even such a small movement was extremely difficult.

"Fellow Daoist Chang, if you don't release your domain to counter me, you definitely have no chance of winning," Chu Zhong said calmly, hovering in midair with his hands hanging in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, it's not that I'm being arrogant, but I have focused on body refinement and have not delved into the path of domains," Han Li said, looking up at the sky.

"In that case, Fellow Daoist Chang might as well concede early," Chu Zhong said, forming hand seals.

As he spoke, the hand seal was completed. He raised his palm and slapped downward, and the ink-painted mountain suspended in the high sky sank, dropping more than ten zhang.

Han Li let out a muffled groan, feeling the gravitational pressure in the surrounding void suddenly increase tenfold. Even with his physique, he felt it was becoming difficult to hold on.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The sound of bones and joints rubbing under the heavy pressure continuously reached Han Li's ears.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly let out a fierce roar.

Then, he clenched his fists, and over nine hundred acupoints around his body lit up in succession. The True Extremity Membrane attached to his body surface also shone brightly.

Stellar force seeped out from the True Extremity Membrane, pushing open a gap of several inches around his body, as if opening a small domain space, repelling the black light rays pressing in from all sides.

Then, the acupoints on his legs blazed with light, and powerful stellar force surged out from them, exploding beneath him into a brilliant starry light, rushing out like a spring.

Driven by this immense force, Han Li's figure shot upward, straight toward Chu Zhong.

Although his power was formidable, under the oppression of Chu Zhong's gravity laws, his speed was greatly reduced, appearing somewhat laughable in the latter's eyes.

"Still not giving up?" Chu Zhong grinned, turned his body around, and swooped downward.

His two long ape-like arms suddenly shook, producing a crackling sound.

He rapidly formed hand seals with both hands and simultaneously punched downward.

The ink-wash mountain in the void behind him trembled violently, and massive black rocks peeled off from the mountain, turning into a black meteor shower that whistled down.

"Boom, rumble..."

The void churned violently as countless black rocks fell, engulfing Han Li's figure.

Amid the continuous explosive roars, Han Li's body did not fall under the heavy blows of the black rocks; instead, he pulverized them with his fists, shooting upward like a white arrow against the current.

With a thunderous explosion,

another massive black rock shattered, and Han Li shot through it, only to find a figure suddenly appearing before him.

The figure raised a fist, its arm's acupoints radiating black light, and smashed it down toward Han Li's chest with such force that the void beneath the fist tore open with cracks.

Caught off guard, Han Li could only cross his arms in front of his chest to block.

Just as Chu Zhong's fist, shrouded in dark light, was about to land on Han Li's arms, the latter's Xuanwu bloodline was instantly activated, and black tortoise-shell-like patterns cracked open on his arms.

A thunderous roar like a clap of thunder resounded.

Han Li's figure, like a meteor, plummeted from the high sky, crashing through countless black rocks and slamming into the ground.

The already ruined martial arts platform collapsed further, splitting into a massive black hole hundreds of feet deep, with shocking cracks spreading to other platforms.

Seeing this, several Nine Yuan Temple cultivators immediately flew up to prevent the force from spreading further, lest it affect the other platforms.

"Good!" A cheer suddenly rang out.

Then, cheers erupted one after another, as the crowd grew excited by the intensity of the battle.

On the circular stone platform, Zhou Xianyang looked nervous, constantly gazing toward the black hole.

"Now, Sect Leader Zhou, don't you think I spoke too soon?" Zhao Yuanlai couldn't help but laugh from the side.

At the center of the stone platform, Golden Source Immortal Palace Master Lu Chuanfeng frowned and said with some doubt, "I wonder if you all noticed that the elder from Xianshan Sect seems to have the bloodline of the true spirit Xuanwu?"

"It doesn't seem very pure, otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to withstand that blow," said the Heavenly Star Venerable, sounding somewhat regretful.

"Indeed," Pure Jun True Person nodded in agreement.

Fengtian Immortal Envoy, however, had already shifted his gaze to other platforms.

In his view, the outcome of this battle was already decided, and there was no need to focus any more attention on it.

Just as his gaze moved away, the ink-wash mountain suspended in the high sky suddenly contracted and rapidly crashed downward, embedding itself directly into the huge hole and sinking all the way down.

With a loud rumble, the entire square shook violently.

On the 'Ugly' platform, as the dust settled, Elder Chu Zhong stood atop the ink-wash mountain, still hunched with hands hanging down, like an old hunchbacked ape.

Seeing this, the crowd knew the outcome was decided and cheered for Chu Zhong.

The presiding Nine Yuan Temple elder waited for a moment, and seeing no further movement, flew up to announce Elder Chu Zhong of the Wushang Sect as the victor.

But just then, a sudden change occurred.

The ink-wash mountain embedded in the ground suddenly shook violently, and a dazzling white light burst through the gaps between the mountain and the hole, illuminating the sky.

Then, the entire square trembled violently, and the seemingly immensely heavy ink-wash mountain began to rise slowly, gradually lifting out of the hole.

Everyone stared intently and saw Han Li holding up the heavy mountain with both hands, rising into the air, with over a thousand acupoints glowing on his body.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yuanlai's mouth hung open, utterly shocked.

Zhou Xianyang, suppressing his own shock, forced a calm expression, as if he had expected this all along.

The square erupted in cheers, like a tidal wave.

Elder Chu Zhong, standing on the peak, changed expression, crouched down, pressed his hands on the ink-wash mountain, and infused it with his immortal spiritual power and law power simultaneously.

The already immensely heavy mountain glowed even darker, its gravity skyrocketing, and it began to sink downward again.

However, Han Li, beneath the giant peak, seemed to have anticipated this and had already activated the Vajra Strength Art, throwing a punch horizontally into the void to his left.

The powerful star power and bloodline power within the punch merged, instantly piercing through the void and creating a vacuum channel that even Chu Zhong's law power could not interfere with.

He shot through it, twisted in midair, and punched toward Chu Zhong again.

In the span of a breath, he flashed to the top of the mountain, brought his fingers together, and stabbed fiercely at Chu Zhong.