"The fifth level of Nirvana... is enough." Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning passing through them, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.
He stood up, dusted off his robes, and his spiritual energy subsided, returning to calm. Only the sharpness deep in his eyes revealed the results of his two months of arduous training.
Turning to look outside the valley, Xiao Chen moved, transforming into a streak of lightning, and sped towards the exit of the secret realm.
It's time to end the life-or-death battle at Xianke Mountain.
Meanwhile, Mount Xianke in the Moze Starfield was already packed with people and bustling with activity.
After two months of anticipation, the life-or-death battle between Xiao Chen and Mo Shuo has spread to every corner of the star field, becoming a highly anticipated drama for all cultivators.
Cultivators from various factions arrived early to secure the best viewing spots.
The peaks, open spaces, and even the air around Xianke Mountain were crowded with people, as densely packed as ants.
"It's finally starting! I want to see just how much Xiao Chen has improved in the last two months!"
How much more can it be improved?
"He rushed from the third Nirvana Realm to the fourth realm in just two months, but Mo Shuo is at the eighth Nirvana Realm. There are four minor realms between them, which is an insurmountable gap!"
"I think he just wants to live two more months. Does he really think he can defy fate by delaying? How naive!"
"It's hard to say. Xiao Chen has previously defeated a Nirvana Peak expert, so maybe he has some trump cards up his sleeve this time?"
"A trump card? As the young master of the Mo Ze Sect, how could Mo Shuo not have a trump card? I bet Mo Shuo can finish the battle in three moves!"
Discussions and arguments rose and fell, with most cultivators still not optimistic about Xiao Chen.
After all, the difference in cultivation level is undeniable. In the cultivation world, cultivation level often signifies absolute dominance.
A few people, due to Xiao Chen's past record, still held a sliver of hope, wanting to see if any surprises would occur in this seemingly one-sided battle.
Even more rumors were circulating that "the Four Directions Sect and the Moze Sect will engage in a full-scale war today," further intensifying the atmosphere at the scene.
Everyone wanted to witness firsthand how this life-or-death battle, which involved two top powers, would ultimately end.
The Dragon-Slaying Platform in the center of Xianke Mountain has long been cleaned up, but traces of the last battle remain on the platform, as if telling the story of the past tragedy.
On either side of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, the banners of the two major factions stand respectively.
The blue banners of the Four Directions Sect fluttered in the wind, while the black banners of the Moze Sect exuded a sinister and menacing aura.
As time went by, more and more cultivators gathered, and the air was filled with a tense yet excited atmosphere.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating the appearance of the two main characters.
"Buzz—!"
A terrifying aura suddenly swept across Immortal Mountain, causing the hearts of the cultivators present to sink like dark clouds pressing down.
Everyone quickly turned to look, and saw a dark mass of figures rushing towards them from the horizon—it was Mo Zezong's team!
Mo Shuo walked at the front, dressed in a black python robe, arms crossed, a cold smile on his face that he made no attempt to hide.
The aura of the peak Nirvana realm spread out as if it were a tangible force, forcing the surrounding cultivators to retreat.
"Where are the people from the Four Directions Sect?"
Mo Shuo's gaze swept over the Dragon-Slaying Platform, his tone filled with deep sarcasm.
"Could it be that they knew they were doomed to lose and packed up and ran away?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cool, clear voice came from the other side: "With victory assured, why run away?"
Immediately afterwards, another powerful aura emerged, rivaling Mo Zezong's murderous aura.
The members of the Four Directions Sect walked in slowly, with Elder Huang standing at the very back, his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
Rui Zhang and Ling Xue stood on either side, their auras calm and composed; at the very front were Xiao Chen and Shi Tou.
Xiao Chen, dressed in pristine white, held the Dragon Spear in his hand, his posture upright and his eyes calm and undisturbed.
Stone stood beside him, his burly body as solid as an iron tower, his blood surging, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
"A guaranteed win?"
Mo Shuo scoffed, his eyes full of disdain, "You?"
"You think you can turn the world upside down in just two months by breaking through two realms?"
"Xiao Chen, you really have a big face! When it comes to bragging, you can definitely win."
Xiao Chen was too lazy to waste words with him and glanced at him indifferently: "Enough with the nonsense, let's get started."
"Hmph, so eager to die? I'll grant your wish!"
Mo Shuo snorted coldly, and his aura suddenly surged.
It had already reached the peak of Nirvana!
"Hiss! Mo Shuo has actually broken through to the peak of Nirvana!"
"My God! Just two months ago he was at the eighth level of Nirvana, and now he's directly reached the peak. This talent is terrifying!"
"Xiao Chen is in trouble now! A Nirvana Realm Fifth Stage versus a Nirvana Realm Peak Stage, the gap is even greater than before!"
The onlookers gasped in astonishment, their gazes towards Mo Shuo filled with shock.
Those who had initially held a sliver of hope now couldn't help but shake their heads.
Between the peak of Nirvana and the Fifth Realm, there are four whole minor realms, which is an insurmountable chasm!
The elders of Mo Zezong wore smug smiles, while Mo Cang, standing at the back of the crowd, had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
At that moment, Xiao Chen took a step forward, and his aura surged out like a tsunami.
Purple-gold lightning swirled around him, and the profound spiritual power of the fifth Nirvana Realm erupted without reservation!
"What?! The Fifth Realm of Nirvana?!"
"This...how is this possible?! He only just entered the Nirvana Realm a few months ago, and now he's already at the fifth level?"
"Was the intelligence wrong? Or is he a monster? It takes others several years to advance to the next realm, is he riding a rocket?"
The entire venue erupted in cheers. The cultivators were filled with disbelief, and even the members of Mo Zezong were stunned, their eyes wide with astonishment.
Advancing five minor realms in just a few months—such a cultivation speed is simply unheard of!
Mo Shuo's smile froze instantly, and the disdain in his eyes was replaced by intense killing intent: "So what if you're at the fifth level of Nirvana? Even if you're a freak, you're still going to die today!"
His murderous aura intensified as he stared intently at Xiao Chen, his mind focused on only one thought.
Such a gifted enemy must not be allowed to live!
He must be completely killed today to prevent future troubles!
Xiao Chen held the Dragon Spear, its tip slightly lowered, lightning dancing on the tip. He looked calmly at Mo Shuo and said, "Whether it's suicide or not, we'll know after the fight."
Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly, becoming a blur as he charged straight toward the center of the Dragon-Slaying Platform!
On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, Mo Shuo stood motionless, his wide sleeves fluttering casually.
His tone was full of condescending arrogance: "Xiao Chen, it is your honor to die by my hand."
"The turbid waves of the Yellow Springs!"
The moment the four words fell, the space in front of him suddenly twisted and collapsed, and a turbid, dark yellow river appeared out of thin air.
The river roared and surged, carrying a nauseating stench and emanating an extreme chill that could freeze the soul.
This is no ordinary flowing water, but an extremely yin and turbid power condensed from the deathly energy of the Nine Netherworlds.
Every drop of "river water" contains the terrifying power to erode the physical body and corrupt the soul.
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