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Everyone present stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Even the most knowledgeable and experienced masters were speechless, unable to close their mouths for a long time.

"Is this... is this still a Qi soldier? The tiger and dragon look just like the real thing!"

"It's not really the same."

Another old master next to him swallowed hard, his face as white as paper. "If it weren't transparent, if I didn't know it was sword and blade energy, I would have thought Yan Zonghan had summoned two divine beasts."

"Even if you know it's fake, look at the tiger's claws, you can see the lines on the nails clearly."

"The dragon's scales shimmered as if struck by lightning. This isn't a weapon of qi; this is divine power!"

The Jin family had gone mad; many jumped to their feet, shouting, "Kill him! High Priest! Kill him!"

Jin Shouye grinned from ear to ear, slapping his thigh repeatedly, "Excellent! This is a true Grandmaster! This is the Jin family's Grand Elder! Chu Nan, what the hell are you going to use to accept this?"

Gu Changfeng did not laugh along.

As he gazed at the scene of crimson tigers and purple dragons shining brightly on the battlefield, he was thinking about something else.

When he fought Chu Nan in the main courtyard of the Jin family, he deliberately kept the aftershocks to a minimum, for fear of destroying the Jin family mansion and the guests at the birthday banquet.

What if he had disregarded everything and unleashed his true Grandmaster-level abilities?

So, could Chu Nan be the one who loses?

Chu Nan stood outside the storm, watching the red tiger and purple dragon pounce on him.

With a flick of his wrist, the Overlord Spear of Breaking Formations in his hand caused a surge of bluish-white light to erupt from the spear shaft, extending all the way to the tip.

The spear tip thrust forward, and a bluish-white light burst from the spear, condensing into a phantom image behind Chu Nan.

The phantom began to materialize from the tip of the spear, first unfolding two enormous wings covered in black scales, each scale shimmering with dark gold patterns.

Then there is the body, with limbs as thick as pillars and claws as sharp as knives.

Finally, there was the head, a huge tiger's head, with half a broken chain biting in its mouth, and two horns protruding from the top of its head like iron halberds.

A black tiger with wings!

It is entirely black, its fur is like cast iron, its wingspan is several feet wide, and the dark gold patterns under its wings are like dancing flames.

The tiger's eyes were like golden lamps, and two beams of golden light shot out several feet away.

Its imposing presence was even more domineering than the Red Tiger, like a ferocious beast awakened from an ancient battlefield.

Black Tiger let out a low growl, a sound that wasn't loud, but it made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"boom!!!"

As the Crimson Tiger, Purple Dragon, and Black Tiger collided, a shockwave shot into the sky.

Crimson, purple-blue, and black-gold rays of light clashed wildly in the air, cutting the entire sky of Wangjing Plain into three pieces.

The ground shook violently, and the martial artists in the first row of the spectator area were thrown into the air.

The protective barrier erected by the masters cracked with a "crackling" sound, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outward from the center of the barrier.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"

A grandmaster shouted at the top of his lungs, but the protective barrier continued to shatter.

The wind that seeped through the cracks was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes, and ordinary people were like pieces of paper being tossed around by a hurricane, rolling backward in pieces.

A fat man clung tightly to a small tree, yet he and his books were blown three meters away.

Several young girls huddled together, crouching on the ground screaming, their hair blowing wildly in the wind.

"No! I can't hold on any longer!"

A grandmaster supporting the protective barrier turned pale. "The aftershocks of their fight are too powerful! At this rate, we'll all be torn to shreds in less than ten moves!"

Just then, a perfectly formed light curtain descended from the sky, completely separating the main battlefield from the spectator area.

The light screen was a dark yellow color, with intertwined tortoise and snake patterns that moved slowly across its surface, like a living Hetu Luoshu (a Chinese ancient Chinese map).

The warlocks, who had been mostly silent, suddenly became restless.

"This is... the Xuanwu Grand Formation?!"

"The Dao Lord has made his move! And the sheer power of this formation is definitely not that of an ordinary Dao Lord!"

"This technique... it's from the geomancer lineage! It's an old geomancer's work!"

In the sparsely populated area of ​​Wangjingyuan, a thin-faced old man dressed in a Taoist robe waved his sleeve and laughed, "The Xuanwu Formation is complete. I can say that I have fulfilled my mission."

The commander of the Imperial Guards strode forward, respectfully cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Geomancer."

Those in the community of supernatural beings all know that the Celestial Master lineage has been the orthodox lineage of sorcerers since ancient times, and its historical status is indisputable.

However, due to the wars of that time, the Celestial Masters lineage collapsed, and most of its inheritance was lost.

In order to stabilize the order of the sorcerer community, the royal family supported the branch lineage left behind by Longxiang Mountain, allowing them to continue to inherit the orthodox title of Celestial Master.

On the surface, the Celestial Master is still the orthodox sorcerer, sitting in the position of leader.

However, the lineage of geomancers that truly survived is the one with greater strength.

It was only because the contemporary geomancer Lu Xuanji was indifferent to fame and never sought recognition that the old celestial master of Longxiang Mountain gained the upper hand on the surface.

"It's not hard work. As long as those old fogies don't interfere, my makeshift Xuanwu Formation is enough for these two youngsters to unleash their full power."

Lu Xuanji looked up at the battlefield, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

The capital city is indeed full of hidden talents. Today, on Wangjing Plain, in addition to the grandmasters who are in the open, there are at least four great grandmasters and three Dao Lords watching the battle from the crowd.

With the Extraordinary People Conference approaching, these old monsters who are usually elusive have all quietly arrived.

On the battlefield, Yan Zonghan looked at the light screen, then at the black tiger phantom behind Chu Nan.

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Excellent! I knew I was right. You and I are both at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, just one step away from becoming Celestials!"

"Since that's the case... then I don't need to hold back at all!"

Yan Zonghan shook his hands, and the Seven Kill Blade and the Breaking Army Sword simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light. The phantom of the Crimson Tiger and Purple Dragon became even more solid, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

The red tiger roared, and the purple dragon sang; their sounds overlapped, making the air vibrate and buzz.

Yan Zonghan wielded the Seven Kill Blade in one hand and the Breaking Army Sword in the other, unleashing a continuous barrage of Seven Kill and Breaking Army techniques.

The blade flashed like blood, and with each slash, the red tiger pounced and bit.

The sword light was like thunder; with each thrust, the purple dragon coiled around once.

The roars of tigers and the cries of dragons mingled together, and each collision was like thunder striking fire.

Yan Zonghan's offensive grew increasingly fierce; before the Seven Killings Style had even finished, the Breaking Army Style had already followed.

Before the Broken Army Style was even finished, the Seven Kill Style was unleashed.

Two completely different martial arts techniques seamlessly connected in his hands, the killing intent of the sword and saber infused into each other, each move heavier than the last.

Chu Nan held the Overlord Spear of Breaking Formations horizontally in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, the spear tip split in two—the Yin-Yang Twin Swords.

The left sword was bluish-white like the moon, while the right sword was jet black like ink.

Where the two swords crossed, black and white phoenix phantoms soared into the sky.

The white phoenix spreads its wings, and the black phoenix cries out.

The phoenix's feathers are composed of layers of lotus petals, each petal representing a sword aura.

The White Phoenix Sword Qi moves with a subtle and unpredictable style, its sword movements elusive and unpredictable, like moonlight spilling on water, making it impossible to see its true destination.

The Black Phoenix Sword Qi is characterized by its masculine and powerful nature. Each strike is like a mountain pressing down, leaving behind dark sword marks in the air that linger for a long time.

A red tiger pounces and bites, while a phoenix and a luan circle around.

A purple dragon coils and twists, while a blue lotus blooms.

Four illusory figures fought fiercely in the sky, each collision creating a visible shockwave.

Although the light barrier of the Xuanwu Formation remained completely intact, the tremors of the earth were real.

The feeling of each move, each strike, hitting their heart like a hammer blow left everyone stunned...