Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

On the platform, Xu Jinhuan remained steadfast in the face of all changes, his azure-gold blood energy surging like a dragon, his fist strikes continuous and relentless.

The Void Technique requires building up momentum, but under Xu Jinhuan's impenetrable offensive, Ji Haiyun simply couldn't free up any hands to use it.

After dozens of punches, Ji Haiyun was blasted off the debate platform by a single punch.

He landed on the ground, staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, his face pale.

Looking at Xu Jinhuan on the stage, Ji Haiyun remained silent for a moment, then clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

"Been taught a lesson."

"Thank you for your concession."

The disciples below the stage then realized what was happening.

"The Ji family's void technique! He just broke it like that?"

"This isn't a Dao Palace Realm cultivator attacking a second-level Four Extremes Realm cultivator; it's clearly a second-level Four Extremes Realm cultivator being attacked by a Dao Palace Realm cultivator!"

In the following rounds of competition, Xu Jinhuan continued his unstoppable momentum.

With his azure-gold blood energy combined with the Five Elements Thunder Technique of the Eastern Emperor's Record, plus his monstrous physical body, ordinary cultivators of the Four Extremes Realm were no match for him.

Meanwhile, Yang Mo was also making great strides on another front.

The successor nurtured by Zizhu Peak is indeed extraordinary. He cultivates the "Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture" and the "Great Dream Returning to Truth Technique" together, and his purple aura can spread for three thousand miles when he makes a move.

In one of his battles, Yang Mo's opponent was a fairy from the Yaochi Holy Land.

Faced with Yang Mo's overwhelming purple bamboo killing formation, the fairy was defeated in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The illusory image of purple bamboo was like a cage, trapping her inside, unable to advance or retreat, until she could only admit defeat.

Of course, the true prodigies of Yaochi, such as the legendary Yaochi Saintess, did not come.

The true core descendants of ancient aristocratic families are not enthusiastic about this level of Daoist discourse conference.

Everyone knows this perfectly well.

After several rounds of competition, only four people remained in the second group of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

The Purple Mansion Holy Land, Xu Jinhuan and Yang Mo; the Holy Maiden of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, and a disciple from a collateral branch of the Jiang family.

The matchups for the quarterfinals were determined by drawing lots from the bamboo tube. The elder master of ceremonies then announced in a loud voice:

"In the first match of the semi-finals, Xu Jinhuan from Zifu Holy Land will face off against Yang Mo from Zifu Holy Land."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

It's actually an internal war within the Purple Mansion!

Two disciples of the Purple Mansion met in the semi-finals of the second group of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

This means that one person from the Purple Mansion Holy Land will be eliminated in the top four, and another person will enter the final battle.

On the high platform, everyone had different expressions.

Su Yunqi stroked his chin, seemingly anticipating something.

The elders from Zizhu Peak had solemn expressions, especially Xuanzhu Zhenren, who sat motionless as if it were none of his business.

But those who know him well know that the more calm and collected this Supreme Elder appears, the greater the turmoil in his heart.

At this moment, Yang Mo stepped onto the Dao Discussion Platform.

Today, he was wearing a brand-new purple Taoist robe, his long hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he had a handsome face and a tall and straight posture.

"Junior Brother Xu, although you are truly amazing, I... have reasons why I have no choice but to win."

Xu Jinhuan replied, "Of course, of course. I'm so glad to finally see Senior Brother Yang make a move. I've long admired Senior Brother Yang's name since I was cultivating in seclusion on Tian Shu Peak. I hope you'll go easy on me in this sparring session."

This is an internal war within the Purple Mansion Holy Land, and also the most anticipated battle in the second group of the Four Extremes at this year's Dao Discussion Conference.

Yang Mo looked at Xu Jinhuan across from him, a shadow passing over his heart.

In fact, this encounter was not the timing he wanted.

The match was a semi-final, not a final battle, which meant that even if he defeated Xu Jinhuan with all his might, he would still have to fight another match to win the championship.

The Nine Heavens Saintess Yunxiao and the Jiang family members are all formidable opponents.

His original plan was to crush his way into the final battle, saving his trump card for last.

But now, Xu Jinhuan is blocking my way.

If he doesn't use his trump card, he might not be able to suppress this monster at the Dao Palace Realm.

Zhao Yanran's experience was still fresh in everyone's mind, and Ji Yun's Void Technique was also shattered by this person's punch.

But what if you use your trump card and are injured? What will you do in the final battle?

At this moment, Xu Jinhuan moved, giving him no time to think. Platinum-gold light feathers burst forth from the edge of his palm, and the power of flying immortals slashed down at Yang Mo.

"Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture, Purple Extreme Waterfall!"

Yang Mo's pupils contracted slightly, and purple divine power surged out from his body, transforming into a cascading purple waterfall in front of his chest, like an inverted galaxy, layer upon layer.

The power of the flying immortal slashed into the purple waterfall, its sharpness being gradually dissolved and its force being dispersed.

The purple waterfall surged violently, and the air currents exploded outwards.

Although the Purple Waterfall neutralized most of the power of the Flying Immortal, the remaining power still caused his blood and qi to surge.

"Innate Purple Qi".

Xu Jinhuan opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of fresh air, which floated out from between his lips and teeth and transformed into a Dao diagram.

That was not the innate purple energy of the Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture, but the yin and yang energies that Xu Jinhuan evolved using the Five Elements.

The Eastern Emperor records the cultivation of the Five Elements. The reversal of the Five Elements is Yin and Yang. The convergence of Yin and Yang is Chaos. The Primordial Purple Qi is merely one of the transformations of Yin and Yang.

But to outsiders, this is the method of the Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture.

The Primordial Purple Qi is a signature technique of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land.

The Dao diagram, like a soft piece of silk, floated down lightly, enveloping the still surging purple waterfall.

……

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

Xuanzhu Zhenren suddenly stood up and walked towards Su Yunqi.

Su Yunqi was focused on watching the battle when he suddenly felt someone beside him. He turned around and saw that it was the Supreme Elder of Purple Bamboo Peak.

He was slightly taken aback. This Xuanzhu Zhenren, who was always arrogant and haughty, had hardly spoken a word to him, Su Yunqi, on ordinary days. Why was he taking the initiative to come over now?

"Peak Master Su."

"Elder Xuanzhu." Su Yunqi stood up to return the greeting, not understanding why, but still smiling in response.

Master Xuanzhu spoke casually, but his gaze never left the Dao Discussion Platform.

Su Yunqi followed his gaze, his doubts growing stronger.

What's wrong with this Supreme Elder today?

Why would someone ignore a great fight and come here to chat idly?

He didn't notice that Yang Mo suddenly stopped on the platform.

The purple aura dissipated, his arms fell to his sides, and he relaxed completely, as if he had given up resisting.

Xu Jinhuan raised an eyebrow; he sensed something was amiss…

"You're really strong," Yang Mo said. "You're just a Dao Palace Realm cultivator, yet you've pushed me to this point right from the start. If we continue fighting, I really don't know what will happen."

"Unfortunately, it's all over now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hammer appeared in his hand.

It was a wooden hammer, about a foot long, dark brown in color, with a broken and tattered body covered with wormholes and jagged edges, as if it would break in two with a flick of the wrist.

However, the moment it appeared in Yang Mo's hand, chaotic energy emanated from the wormhole, hazy and gray.

"What is that?"

On the high platform, Su Yunqi suddenly turned his head, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

He finally understood why Master Xuanzhu was holding him back; he was going to use a forbidden artifact to kill Xu Jinhuan on the spot!

"Yang Mo, what are you doing!"

However, it was too late.

"Go to hell."

Yang Mo gripped the rotten wooden hammer and gently swung it towards Xu Jinhuan, unleashing a burst of chaotic energy that crushed the dark void.

At this moment, Xu Jinhuan and Yang Mo were only a few feet apart, which was too close to avoid each other.

Yang Mo smiled as he looked at the hazy light reflected in his eyes.

Grandfather was right; on the path of cultivation, the victor reigns supreme.

No matter how talented or monstrous you are, no matter how much you defy the four extremes, in the face of absolute power, you are nothing more than a corpse about to turn cold.

If I kill you, the position of Holy Son will be a foregone conclusion!

Zizhu Peak's plan will not fail, and Grandfather's scheme will not be ruined by a junior.

it's all over!

However, the next moment, a black light suddenly flashed past his eyes.

What is that?

Yang Mo couldn't see clearly; he wasn't even sure if he had actually seen anything.

Because the sword energy was too fast, exceeding his divine sense's perception, it disappeared before his thoughts could even arise.

Something seemed to light up on Xu Jinhuan's chest.

A gourd-shaped phantom, entirely black, looked very familiar and emitted a black sword aura.

Then, the chaotic energy was shattered.

The black sword energy continued its relentless advance, shattering the chaos and piercing through the rotten wooden hammer, splitting the forbidden weapon of unknown grade in two from the hammerhead to the handle.

Then it was Yang Mo's body; the sword energy pierced through his brow and emerged from the back of his head.