The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

The entire training ground was bustling with noise, and shouts from all directions filled the entire area.

The flags on the hilltop fluttered incessantly in the wind, the rustling sound mingling with the noise of the crowd, making one's ears ring.

Everyone clearly saw the scene of Jiang Fan knocking down a mid-stage Qi Refining disciple of the Martial Sect with a single punch.

From the start of the competition until just now, no one had given Jiang Fan a second glance.

Everyone assumed he was a useless member of the Tianyuan Dao Sect who had no spiritual roots and only knew how to mine and do odd jobs; he was just a figurehead on the field.

But that punch just now shattered everyone's preconceived notions, and no one dared to underestimate this boy in gray clothes anymore.

The faces of all the martial arts disciples darkened, becoming extremely grim.

Previously, they had won a series of victories, suppressing the Taoist disciples so much that they were all arrogant and wished they could sweep the entire field.

But after Jiang Fan took the field, their winning streak was abruptly broken. They were seething with resentment, but no one dared to step forward easily.

On the viewing platform, the dark-faced elder from the martial arts faction frowned deeply.

He had cultivated for decades and seen countless cultivators and geniuses, but he had never seen an anomaly like Jiang Fan.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, and no trace of cultivation could be seen at all. Yet his physical strength was terrifyingly powerful, even stronger than that of a cultivator who had been diligently cultivating for many years, completely breaking the norm in the cultivation world.

"Next."

Jiang Fan stood quietly in the center of the arena, his posture upright and his voice calm and clear.

These three simple words, without any aggressive arrogance, steadily suppressed the noise of the entire arena, instantly silencing most of the bustling training ground.

A tall figure stepped out from the martial arts group.

This is a burly, strong disciple with genuine late-stage Qi Refining cultivation. He is the core member of the martial arts sect's team participating in this competition, and his strength far surpasses that of the disciples who were previously defeated.

He leaped into the air and landed steadily on the ring, the impact causing the surface to tremble slightly.

He stared intently at Jiang Fan, his eyes filled with disdain and ruthlessness.

"A wild brat with absolutely no cultivation, he thinks he's all that just because he won one game by luck?"

"There's a world of difference between cultivators and mortals. No matter how strong your physical body is, it's still just brute force. Today I'll cripple you and make you truly understand your own limitations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the hard bluestone arena instantly cracked with countless fine lines.

The spiritual energy surged wildly through his limbs and bones, pouring entirely into the strong man's right fist.

The fist whistled through the air with a powerful whooshing sound, heading straight for Jiang Fan's head. The attack was swift and domineering, each move a killing blow, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The Taoist disciples below the stage instantly held their breath, their palms clenching tightly.

Everyone knows that the late stage of Qi Refining and the middle stage of Qi Refining are not even in the same league.

For each realm difference, without extraordinary opportunities or magical treasures, it's simply impossible to withstand the fierce attacks of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator head-on with pure physical strength alone.

In the elders' seats, Zhang Tao sat upright among the crowd, his gaze fixed menacingly on the arena.

He had a very clear plan in his mind: Jiang Fan had long been affected by his Gathering Qi Powder and was already under his control.

No matter how strong Jiang Fan's combat power is, he will ultimately not escape his control.

The stronger Jiang Fan is, the more extraordinary the hidden opportunities he possesses will be, and the greater the benefits they will bring to him in the future.

On the high platform, Ye Qingxian sat up slightly, her gaze falling on the young man in the center of the arena, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Ling Feng, standing to the side, whispered, "Senior Sister, this martial arts disciple is at the late stage of Qi Refining and is using all his strength. His spiritual power is a level higher than that of the mid-stage Qi Refining. That young man has no spiritual power and is only relying on his physical body to fight. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on this time."

Ye Qingxian nodded slightly, agreeing with Ling Feng's statement: "It seems that's about it."

On the ring, the fierce wind of punches rushed towards you, making your cheeks sting, and the deadly attack was just around the corner.

Jiang Fan remained expressionless, his mind perfectly clear.

His ordinary physical strength was only enough to contend with a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator at best; it was simply no match for a real late-stage Qi Refining spiritual power attack.

At this moment, he held nothing back.

The dormant Taixu Golden Dragon King bloodline within his body instantly began to operate at full speed, and a domineering and powerful force swept over his entire body.

Fine golden scales spread rapidly along his right arm, layer upon layer, transforming into a ferocious and sharp golden dragon claw.

This is an innate killing move that comes with the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. It is invincible among Qi Refining cultivators of the same level. Ordinary spells and defenses will shatter upon contact.

"Bang!"

The golden dragon claw collided fiercely with the spiritual power fist, and a huge shockwave exploded outwards, sweeping wildly in all directions.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire arena trembled violently.

The scene that everyone had anticipated—Jiang Fan being blasted away by a single punch, severely injured and defeated—did not happen at all.

The martial arts disciple's fist, enveloped in powerful spiritual energy, shattered and disintegrated the moment it touched the golden dragon's claw.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp, ear-piercing sound of bone cracking rang out.

The strong man's arm bones shattered on the spot, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. Half of his body went numb.

Jiang Fan's movements did not stop at all. With a flick of his wrist, his sharp dragon claws tore through the opponent's remaining spiritual energy protection and slashed the strong man's flesh.

The immense impact slammed into the burly man, sending this late-stage Qi Refining core disciple flying through the air before crashing heavily off the stage.

He was covered in blood, his bones and muscles were severely injured, and he lay on the ground convulsing, too weak to stand up.

Another move, crushing the defeated late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

The entire room fell silent.

The noisy training ground fell silent instantly. Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock, their minds blank, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Seated in the VIP section, Ye Qingxian's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "This young man actually did it! That claw-like technique must be some kind of dragon-related technique, but are there golden dragons in this world?"

Ling Feng shook his head upon hearing this: "I have never heard of any golden dragon-like demon beasts."

At this moment, Zhang Tao was undoubtedly the most excited. He thought to himself, "Great! My good disciple! This is wonderful! The stronger you are, the more gratified I am. They're all mine! Hahaha!"

After a brief silence, the disciples of the Tianyuan Dao Sect erupted in uproar.

The pent-up frustration and resentment that had been building up throughout the entire sect competition finally erupted, and the Taoist disciples shouted and cheered, their voices echoing across the entire mountain.

In contrast, the members of the martial arts faction were all dejected, their faces ashen, and they remained silent throughout the entire process. They no longer had any of their previous arrogance, and no one dared to utter a word of provocation.

The golden dragon claw on Jiang Fan's right arm slowly faded away, and the domineering aura of his bloodline completely subsided, transforming him back into the seemingly ordinary young man who had no spiritual power whatsoever.

He looked up at the martial arts crowd and said calmly, "Next."

His tone remained calm, without a trace of arrogance.

But everyone in the arena knew perfectly well that from this moment on, no one on this stage could stop Jiang Fan in the slightest.

Next, the remaining martial arts disciples took turns going up on stage.

Cultivators at the mid-stage and late-stage of Qi Refining took turns appearing, each employing their own methods.

Their moves are endless and their methods are all different.

But the ending remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Anything that comes into contact with Jiang Fan's Golden Dragon Claw will shatter and disintegrate instantly.

Golden claw shadows crisscrossed the arena, fierce and domineering, leaving no one who stood in their way unstoppable.

None of the martial arts disciples who went up on stage could withstand three moves, and once the Golden Dragon Claw was unleashed, it was invincible. They were all severely injured and defeated, suffering a miserable defeat.

In the short span of half an incense stick's time, all the martial arts disciples who participated in the competition were defeated, and not one of them escaped unscathed.

No one expected that the martial arts sect, which had been crushing the Tianyuan Dao Sect and was about to completely wipe them out, would be completely overturned by Jiang Fan alone.

"We won! A complete victory!"

The Taoist disciples shouted excitedly, their voices echoing throughout every corner of the Taoist sect.

On the elders' platform, the faces of the Taoist elders were burning hot. The shame and embarrassment they had accumulated earlier were swept away, leaving only extreme shock.

No one expected that this disciple, who was usually regarded as a lowly waste, would single-handedly withstand all the pressure and save face for the Tianyuan Dao Sect throughout the entire competition.

Zhang Tao remained seated, his expression calm and composed on the surface, but inwardly greed was already brewing and his murderous intent was growing stronger.

The stronger, the better!

The more extraordinary Jiang Fan's strength is, the more terrifying the hidden opportunities within him are.

As long as I can control him with the Gathering Qi Powder and turn him into my puppet, I can use this heaven-defying opportunity to break through the Foundation Establishment stage, reach a higher realm, completely crush all the surrounding sects, and become a powerful figure.

On the high platform, Ye Qingxian's eyes flickered slightly. She slowly rose, her gaze fixed on the young man on the arena, and slowly spoke:

"His physical foundation is extremely solid, and his temperament is calm and composed. He is neither arrogant nor impatient in the face of adversity."

"He's a promising talent; let's bring him back with us this time."

Ling Feng nodded repeatedly, his face full of agreement:

"Senior sister is absolutely right. She overwhelmed a group of cultivators with just her physical strength and a single claw technique."

At this moment, the elder judge, holding a token, strode out and loudly announced the result.

"In this martial arts competition between the Tianyuan Daoist Sect and the Martial Arts Sect, Jiang Fan of the Daoist Sect achieved a perfect record of victory, winning every battle without a single defeat!"