A Thousand Years of Immortal Dreams

"Cao Wang?"

The sixth prince's obese body trembled slightly, a mocking smile on his face.

Do you remember me?

Cao Wang grinned maliciously: "Of course I remember, I'll remember even if I were reduced to ashes!"

The Sixth Prince stroked his chin: "Then I'm quite honored!"

"Over the years, ever since you disappeared, all I have left is Zhao Xueer, that bastard, whom I can bully."

And now you've killed him, what a pity!

"Um,"

Cao Wang gritted his teeth and laughed.

"So, I'll let you go down and keep her company."

"It seems you hate me a lot!"

The sixth prince laughed, and he seemed to really like and enjoy this feeling.

It's a feeling of disliking him but being unable to get rid of him.

"Of course, grind them to dust!"

Cao Wang clenched his fists, and the Broken Mountain Gauntlets made a clicking sound.

"You dare to be so arrogant at the Qi Refining stage? There are several hundred people participating in the Foundation Establishment stage competition today, and I've only managed to reach ninth place. Do you think you can beat me?"

"You talk too much nonsense!"

"court death!"

The sixth prince snorted coldly and made his move before the referee could announce the start.

The obese body showed no signs of slowness; on the contrary, it was extremely agile.

At the same time, a tremendous force rushed towards us.

Body cultivation!

This guy cultivates body techniques.

This is also why Cao Wang dared to attack him.

boom!

Body cultivation against body cultivation.

The two collided, and a tremendous force spread outwards.

It actually created a shockwave that was visible to the naked eye.

Rumble!!

The two retreated.

They stopped hastily at the edge of the ring.

Cao Wang stared at the other person in disbelief.

The artifact I'm wearing is a top-grade spiritual weapon that has been enhanced by the Hundredfold Immortal Artifact Refinement.

Its power is comparable to that of a top-grade magical artifact.

Just now, this guy actually blocked it with his bare body.

Cao Wang felt as if his strike, infused with all his power, had struck a lump of flesh.

Moreover, it possesses extremely high elasticity.

Despite using all my strength, it bounced back by more than three-tenths of its original force.

That obese body, covered in fat, could actually bounce off force.

Cao Wang was shocked.

The sixth prince was also stunned.

He was in great pain at that moment.

The immense force struck the body; some of it was deflected, some was neutralized by fat, and some entered the body, causing the internal organs to tremble violently, as if they had shifted.

He was in pain, but he couldn't show it.

If he showed it, Cao Wang would feel a sense of satisfaction from revenge.

"Well, buddy, you're a body cultivator too. Let's have a real match then!"

The sixth prince said.

A hideous spiked club appeared in his hand.

"A contest? Ha!"

Cao Wang sneered.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"Um?"

The sixth prince was taken aback, not understanding why.

Cao Wang then put away the Broken Mountain Gauntlets.

Then he stood with his hands behind his back.

"I'm a damn cultivator, who wants a real fight with you?"

"What?"

The sixth prince frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says! What kind of fierce battle do you think I, a mere cultivator, would have with you? What a joke, how rude!"

"Are you kidding me?"

The sixth prince roared, "I'll smash you into mincemeat!"

After saying that, the Sixth Prince brandished his spiked club and charged over at an extremely fast speed.

The mace, as heavy as Mount Tai, whistled through the air when swung, like a propeller.

At this moment, Cao Wang stood still with his hands in his pockets, slightly turned to the side, exuding an unfathomable and unapproachable aura, clearly displaying the demeanor of a cultivator.

"What is he doing?"

Everyone is puzzled.

On the high platform.

Su Meiniang frowned and asked, "What is this kid doing? Instead of using his physical cultivation skills, what kind of fancy tricks is he playing?"

"Heh, I think he's just bluffing, trying to die elegantly and leave some face for the Cao family!"

Zhao Xiaohe sneered.

Just then, Liu Hongling, the Grand Elder of the Blissful Sect, spoke up:

"I recognize Duke Cao Xiaolong, a Golden Core stage expert. He even gave me some pointers some time ago. He assisted the King of Zhao in his successful ascension to the throne, making great contributions and excelling in both literature and martial arts. Could his son be a fool?"

"What does he mean?" Zhao Xiaohe blurted out.

Liu Hongling said, "That means his specialty isn't physical cultivation, but rather, magical cultivation!"

"That's impossible!"

Zhao Xiaohe denied it outright.

"No one can master both literary and martial arts, unless they are geniuses like my son Zhao Jingheng with a top-grade metal-attribute heavenly spiritual root, who have an innate advantage in attack power, or geniuses with a top-grade earth-attribute spiritual root, who have an innate advantage in defense."

Otherwise, it's absolutely impossible!

indeed.

Metal and earth attributes are the most suitable aptitudes for body cultivators.

Most people who cultivate their bodies possess one of these two types of aptitude.

But no matter how much Zhao Xiaohe didn't believe it.

Facts are facts.

It has happened.

Then he looked around.

The Sixth Prince's attack was already upon them.

The enormous spiked club crashed down like Mount Tai.

When they were less than a foot away from Cao Wang.

Cao Wang stood with one hand behind his back, and slowly raised the other hand, extending a finger and gently pointing it at the Sixth Prince.

boom!

The sixth prince instantly lost control and strength, and with the force of inertia, he slid to the ground, slowly sliding to Cao Wang's feet.

He lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

Cao Wang made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.

The spiked club in the sixth prince's hand flew into Cao Wang's hand.

Then it was acquired.

"Go down and properly apologize to Xue'er!"

Cao Wang said calmly.

Then he kicked the Sixth Prince. He turned and left.

now.

The entire room was completely silent.

There seemed to be a question mark above their heads.

???

What happened?

ended?

Is the Sixth Prince asleep?

"Hey! You can't sleep there!"

Someone shouted loudly.

But the sixth prince did not react at all.

The referee immediately ran over and bent down to check the situation.

next moment.

He suddenly took a step back and stumbled and fell.

Then he shouted loudly to everyone on the platform, "Dead...dead! The Sixth Prince is dead!"

"What?"

Swish!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Zhao Xiaohe suddenly stood up.

He instantly appeared beside the Sixth Prince, and then raised his hand.

The sixth prince's fat, pig-like body floated up.

Zhao Xiaohe immediately channeled his spiritual energy into the Sixth Prince's body.

But the sixth prince did not react at all.

"How could this be? His body was perfectly intact, without any injuries. How could my son be dead?"

No matter how Zhao Xiaohe tried to treat him, the Sixth Prince did not respond.

"Cao Wang!"

Zhao Xiaohe suddenly looked at Cao Wang and roared.

The oppressive aura of a Golden Core stage expert erupted instantly.

A powerful storm formed and swept away.

At this moment, Cao Wang was already standing below the arena.

Seeing Zhao Xiaohe suddenly attack him.

Cao Wang was completely caught off guard.

He just stood there, completely bewildered.

However, to everyone else, this scene appeared to show Cao Wang as calm and composed, fearless in the face of danger, displaying the demeanor of a strongman.

next moment.

Su Meiniang instantly appeared beside Cao Wang. With a wave of her hand, she blocked Zhao Xiaohe's attack.

"King Zhao, today's competition is a battle where life and death are your own responsibility. If you continue to let your personal emotions cloud your judgment and repeatedly interfere in the competition, our Blissful Sect, as the host, will disqualify you from the competition!"

Zhao Xiaohe stared at Cao Wang with a gloomy expression, then ordered his men to carry the Sixth Prince away.

He returned to his seat.