Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

"Come!"

Chu Yunxiao was the first to rush forward.

His speed was astonishing; his green robe left a trail of afterimages in the air. The aura of a Grandmaster at the peak of the third level erupted like a mountain torrent, cracking the stone surface of the arena beneath his feet with spiderweb-like fissures. He activated the Cloud Soaring Technique at full power, his palm strikes like a churning sea of ​​clouds, layer upon layer, carrying overwhelming force, aimed directly at Dongfang Weiwo's chest.

He used all his strength in this palm strike. He wanted to avenge the humiliation of the Heavenly Ladder and let everyone know that he, Chu Yunxiao, was the strongest among his peers.

"Can you withstand this palm strike?!" Chu Yunxiao roared, his eyes burning with a palpable fighting spirit.

Dongfang Weiwo looked at the overwhelming palm wind, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not even take a step back.

He raised his right fist and threw a simple punch.

The third move of the Overlord Fist: Breaking the Sky.

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques. But where the fist passed, the air was compressed into a transparent fist imprint, carrying a resolute will of "If the heavens oppress me, I will break the heavens," directly meeting Chu Yunxiao's palm wind.

The moment fist and palm collide—

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, erupted, sending shockwaves sweeping in all directions and scattering rubble across the arena. A deep trench split open in the obsidian ground beneath their feet, as if cleaved by an invisible giant axe.

Chu Yunxiao's expression changed the moment they made contact.

He felt as if he had struck not a fist, but an erupting volcano. The force surged forth like a tidal wave, utterly destroying his palm strike, like a flood breaching a dam.

"How--"

Before he could even utter the word "How is this possible?", he was blasted back five steps by the terrifying force. Each step left a deep footprint on the ring, and by the fifth step, his back foot was already on the edge of the ring, barely managing to steady himself.

He raised his head and looked at Dongfang Weiwo, who remained motionless opposite him, his pupils contracting sharply.

"How is that possible!"

He roared incredulously, his voice filled with shock and anger.

He, a Grandmaster at the peak of the third level, was actually knocked back five steps by a punch from a late-stage Grandmaster with his full strength.

The faces of the bigwigs from various factions below the stage changed simultaneously.

Master Liaoyin's fingers, which were twirling prayer beads, suddenly paused, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. The Blood Shadow Elder's withered fingers crushed a piece of wood on the armrest with a "crack." Jian Wuming's hands, clasped behind his back, unconsciously tightened. Chu Tianxing's folding fan snapped shut, his expression grave. Qingyuan Zhenren flicked his whisk and took a deep breath.

Cao Zhengchun stood up abruptly, staring incredulously at the young man in black on the stage.

"This..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The King of the East Sea paused slightly in his teacup, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

But Dongfang Wei didn't give anyone time to react.

Li Tianxing attacked from the side.

His long, half-black, half-white hair danced wildly in the wind, and his purple pupils gleamed with an eerie light. Seizing the moment when Chu Yunxiao was knocked back, he pounced like a black lightning bolt, striking Dongfang Weiwo's head with a palm.

Demonic energy surged within his palm strike, accompanied by the shrieks of countless wronged souls. The devouring power of the Heavenly Demon Art was operating at full force. He intended to devour Dongfang Weiwo's true energy and life force along with it!

"Your celestial inheritance is mine!" Li Tianxing sneered.

Dongfang Weiwo didn't even turn his head.

Just as Li Tianxing's palm strike was about to touch the back of his head, he moved.

Chasing the clouds and pursuing the moon.

His figure blurred in that instant, splitting into three—three afterimages scattered to the left, right, and front respectively, each lifelike, even their auras were exactly the same.

Li Tianxing's palm struck empty air, and the black demonic energy crashed onto the arena, corroding a deep pit into the stone surface with a hissing sound.

"Fake?" His pupils contracted.

His true form had already appeared behind him.

Dongfang Weiwo's voice rang in his ear, cold and calm: "You're too slow."

A punch was thrown, landing squarely on Li Tianxing's back.

The first move of the Overlord Fist: Mountain Collapse. The force of the fist was like a mountain collapsing, slamming into Li Tianxing's spine with a dull thud.

"puff--"

Li Tianxing spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering forward like a kite with a broken string, falling seven or eight steps before barely regaining his balance. He knelt on one knee, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth down his chin onto the arena, his purple pupils filled with disbelief.

"You..." He tried to say something, but the intense pain prevented him from uttering a complete sentence.

Another gasp rippled through the audience.

"One punch sent Chu Yunxiao flying, another severely injured Li Tianxing! Is this guy really a late-stage Grandmaster?"

"How could he move so fast? I didn't even see those three afterimages!"

"The inheritance of celestial beings... Could it be that he has already obtained something extraordinary within it?"

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Zetian made her move.

She didn't waste any words or shout any slogans; she simply slashed down with her sword without uttering a single word.

Her sword intent was like a dragon, carrying an indomitable momentum. She unleashed the full power of a Grandmaster at the first level, her blood and qi surging within her like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. A layer of crimson blood and qi sword light condensed on the blade, as if it would split the heavens and the earth in two.

"Take this!" she growled.

Dongfang Weiwu dodged the blade to the side. The crimson aura of blood and qi grazed his clothes and sliced ​​a stone pillar at the edge of the arena in two, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

But Dongfang Weiwo is faster.

He lunged forward, striking the blade with his palm, his powerful inner energy deflecting the blade's momentum. Wu Zetian's arm went numb from the impact, and the blade involuntarily veered to one side, leaving her wide open.

Dongfang Wei did not let this opportunity pass, and his fists rained down.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Each punch carried immense force, slamming into Wu Zetian's crossed arms as she blocked. Wu Zetian gritted her teeth and took the blows head-on, her blood and qi surging wildly, a layer of crimson blood and qi shield appearing on the surface of her arms, as she withstood Dongfang Weiwo's attacks.

But the force of the punches was too great. Each punch felt like a mountain crashing down, causing her blood to surge and the obsidian beneath her feet to shatter inch by inch.

After seven punches, Wu Zetian's arms were so numb that she almost lost all feeling, and she was forced back seven or eight steps.

She gritted her teeth, swept her sword horizontally, forcing Dongfang Weiwo back, and then gasped for breath, her eyes filled with shock and excitement.

"Good lad..." she grinned, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, "That's impressive."

Dongfang Weiwo glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze in the next direction.