Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Tian Yazi and Jian Chen, along with several other giants, exchanged a few whispers, then waved his broad sleeves and said forcefully to the crowd below:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please observe. This time, there are ninety-nine slots on the Ascending Dragon Platform. Anyone who seizes the stage first and holds it for two hours without defeat is considered victorious, leaving their name on the Holy Tablet and becoming known throughout the world. I hope you all do not hide your talents and display your Divine Skills."

"Of course, I must declare beforehand: This is a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death feud, so do not kill anyone. Just show what you're capable of. Is that clear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzz below. Regardless of whether they were Loose Cultivator disciples or Sect disciples, their eyes were filled with fervent battle intent.

At heart, they were all youthful and naturally saw the opportunity to become famous as extremely significant. Many disciples had, for this day, even abandoned family ties and lovers, living like ascetic monks for ten years.

Sharpen a sword for ten years, today is the day to test its edge!

Everyone pressed down the excitement in their hearts, like a mountain collapsed and a sea surged, shouting in unison.

"Understand, understand, understand!"

Tian Yazi glanced around, his eyes slightly squinted, revealing a satisfied smile.

Immediately, his deep and profound voice sounded and soared straight into the clouds.

"Ring the bell, start the Ascending Dragon Platform!"

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!"

The east wind blows, war drums pound, the Copper Bell echoes, shaking the heavens and earth.

Then, before the majestic Heavenly Dragon Peak, a door infused with True Yuan and extremely refined, almost tangible, slowly opened.

All of a sudden, hundreds and thousands of cultivators had blazing battle intent in their eyes. Some even became so nervous that their mouths went dry, and their eyes widened, staring intently at the Ascending Dragon Platform ahead, fearing someone would beat them to it.

Two hundred Loose Cultivator elites, three hundred ordinary sect leaders, five hundred Heavenly Sect and Super Family Heavenly Pride elite leaders, a total of one thousand elite leaders, all came to vie for the Ascending Dragon Platform.

Yet, the seats on the Ascending Dragon Platform were only ninety-nine. This meant that only a tenth of them could remain atop, leaving the other nine hundred and one as stepping stones for others.

The intensity of the competition was evident.

In an instant, countless cultivators' gazes collided and intersected, sparking lightning and fireworks within.

At this moment, in their hearts, anyone nearby, whether a stranger, comrade, even siblings, or lovers, could become a roadblock for their climb upward.

To kill one's wife for enlightenment, to kill one's brother for enlightenment, happening at every Immortal Sect Martial Arts Competition, such incidents were already commonplace.

"Rumble!"

As soon as the Ascending Dragon Platform opened, someone dashed in like reincarnation bullets in a hurry, trying to seize the advantage.

This was like igniting the lead of a firework, exploding instantly, rushing toward the Ascending Dragon Platform.

The most enthusiastic ones were the Loose Cultivators. Living at the bottom of the Cultivation Realm, eager to make a name for themselves, they rushed ahead.

Next were ordinary sect disciples, grouping in threes and fives, supporting each other, clearly having pre-discussed strategies.

After all, although they were sect disciples, superior to Loose Cultivators, they were still a level behind compared to Heavenly Sect and Super Family elite leaders. Only by banding together did they have a chance to battle.

Heavenly Sect and Super Family elites moved last.

This wasn't because they were slow to react, but because they had absolute confidence. Whoever dared obstruct them would meet a miserable fate.

At once, disciples from all levels rushed forth. Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their divine skills. Indeed, the scene was grand.

Jian Wuheng looked at the scrambling cultivators ahead like they were ants, a disdainful smile curling up his lips.

Then, his gaze, unintentionally, fell on Li Chen with intense battle intent, seeming to say, 'I'll be waiting for you at the summit!'

After this glance, Jian Wuheng transformed into an unsheathed sharp blade. The sword cries challenged the heavens, and wherever he went, others scrambled to avoid him, not daring to obstruct his path.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Monk Wuhua of Sanskrit Temple clasped his hands, reciting a Buddhist chant. His entire body was enveloped by a golden bell, dazzling like Buddha reincarnated.

"Ding clang!"

Dugu Ming, the Heavenly Pride of Dugu Family, a long sword in hand, produced a dragon's roar, transforming into a sword, shooting toward the Nine Heavens Cloud.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

The Heavenly Girl of Illusion Sound Pavilion embraced the pipa, plucking the strings in succession. The large strings resounded like rapid rain, the small strings whispered like private talks, the chaotic chords intertwined, like large and small pearls falling into a jade plate.

Instantly, the entire Ascending Dragon Platform was cloaked in melodious celestial sounds. Those with high cultivation could resist, but those with weaker cultivation began facing auditory and visual hallucinations.

The Ten Great Heavenly Sects, Four Super Families, each major Heavenly Pride elite leader, finished their act and took the stage, showing their divine skills.

Ling Shuanghua's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Li Chen. Seeing Li Chen still whispering to Lian Hongshang, a nameless fury surged in her heart, causing her to involuntarily bite her lip, almost drawing blood.

Only when the pain hit did she come to her senses, and the Amber Red Rhombus in her hand was thrown fiercely, sending a blocking unlucky bastard flying.

"Chen, let's ascend the Ascending Dragon Platform too!"

Lian Hongshang glanced at the intensely battled Ascending Dragon Platform, her dimples whirling, and said casually.

Li Chen nodded lightly, his figure spiraling in the air, gliding toward the Ascending Dragon Platform.

At this moment, the lower Ascending Dragon Platform was already crowded with disciples, most of whom were Loose Cultivators and ordinary sect disciples.

They were self-aware, satisfied to claim a spot on the Ascending Dragon Platform.

However, those like Jian Wuheng, Heavenly Girl Dancer, Ling Shuanghua, Monk Wuhua, were elite Heavenly Pride of the Great Sect, not even glancing, charging straight toward the top tier.

Moreover, these individuals were exceptionally strong and backed by powerful sects. Thus, wherever they passed, other cultivators avoided them like they were Killing Gods.

"Rumble!"

The thunder roared, reverberating through heaven and earth.

Li Chen delivered a Thunderbolt Fist, pushing back a blocking Earth-level Sect disciple. With a gentle toe touch, like a dragonfly skimming water, he leaped to a silver shining stone platform.

This was already the mid-upper area, where anyone who reached was naturally the top local elite, their strength not lacking much. Therefore, the battle here grew more and more fierce.

Within merely a dozen breaths, a stage had changed hands several times, truly 'You finish singing, I take the stage, the walls turn to change the king's flag.'

When Ling Shuanghua spotted Li Chen's figure, she unexpectedly stopped, shook the Amber Red Rhombus in her hand, flashed mid-air, and directly blocked his path.

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Something came up today, updated late, sincerely apologize. Little Le is working hard on writing, thanks for understanding!