Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1342 - 1441: Skyfire Ruins

"Is that truly possible?" Sima and Zhai Du inquired with palpable anxiety.

"To attain the Creation Spiritual Body, one must make every effort to annihilate Alu. The more potent your display of power, the greater your capacity to vanquish your adversary and withstand the combined assaults of Thunder, Fire, and Ice Spurs, the higher your chances," the elder in white stated placidly. "You must at least fulfill my minimum criteria; otherwise, not a single one of you shall claim the Creation Spiritual Body."

Sima Mozi seethed with anger, yet they found themselves without recourse.

However, a glimmer of understanding illuminated their path. Having jointly breached the world of the iron chain bridge and engaged in combat amongst themselves, the selection of whom to share a bridge with became a matter of intricate delicacy.

Yet, the elder robed in white abruptly extinguished that notion. He appended, "I shall select two individuals of comparable or nearest cultivation levels. Nine of you are present, with one absent. Nevertheless, two individuals still remain within the Skyfire Ruins. To be precise, I find one of them quite promising and will permit his participation in the trial."

"Two? Could it be Sword and Lan Yueliang, or perhaps the Shura individuals?"

The expressions of the others shifted instantaneously, swiftly morphing into contemptuous smirks.

Regardless of their identities, they were perceived as feeble, their demise imminent!

Confronted by Qin Feng, Lan Yue, and Qi Huandao of Shura Gate, overwhelming confidence permeated their beings.

Within the Skyfire Ruins, Qin Feng and Lan Yue ventured forth with utmost caution.

Abruptly, the elder clad in white reappeared, guiding them directly towards the iron chain bridge.

With a guide, the duo arrived with remarkable swiftness. However, upon encountering figures like Sima Mozi, their minds were clouded with bewilderment.

"It's these two. Hmph... we undertook immense risks to infiltrate the iron chain bridge, only for you two to receive such immense fortune, being brought directly here. Truly a beneficial turn for you," Sima Mo declared with a cold laugh.

"You are mistaken. They are unfortunate, for their end is nigh," Zhai Zun stated impassively.

It was evident that animosity festered between them, each viewing the other as a sworn enemy. As for all others, they rarely occupied a significant space in their perceptions.

Qin Feng and Lan Yue remained thoroughly astonished, observing the assembled individuals, the surrounding environment, and the imposing suspension bridge.

"When I brought you here, perhaps you two still lacked comprehension," the elder in white remarked. "For you, arriving directly this time, while it may be a tribulation, it also presents a grand opportunity."

Both Qin Feng and Lan Yue turned their gazes towards the elder in white. Exchanging glances, they reached a mutual understanding.

The elder in white stood serenely, exuding an aura of faint transcendence, and commenced his explanation. Qin Feng and Lan Yue quickly grasped the established rules.

"Senior," Lan Yueliang interjected involuntarily, "Do we require a test for the participants?"

"It is indeed necessary," the white-clothed elder's will was resolute.

Lan Yueliang let out a sigh.

She possessed merely the Divine Charm of the fourth layer of Guiyuan within her, yet even at this level, she would undoubtedly perish before formidable cultivators like Sima Mozi and Gu Yuyan.

Furthermore, employing an Avatar upon another was a trivial matter for her, yielding virtually no significant accomplishment. Even if the Avatar severed ties, it would merely manifest as an even more ordinary individual. In truth, her presence here was not solely for the creation of a spiritual body, but stemmed from her conviction that beyond this endeavor, some greater opportunity existed to aid in the revival of the Baili people.

"You possess negligible accomplishments. You are not a Doctor. If you do not wish to participate, you may forfeit. There is no obligation for others to," the elder in white declared, his gaze, however, settled upon Qin Feng. In essence, he held Qin Feng in high regard.

"Very well, I forfeit,"

Lan Yueliang stated directly. Facing any one of them, such as the ancient Jade dagger, Sima Mozi the Priest, she would assuredly meet her demise, even if she invoked her Divine Charm. Even if they did not encounter them directly, who could foretell the destructive potency of the Thunder, fireballs, and Ice Spurs?

If an opportunity arose to resurrect Bai Ligou, Lan Yue would gladly risk her life. However, if the sole objective was to forge a spiritual body, she would rather prioritize her own preservation.

"Mm, ten is precisely the correct number," the elder in white surveyed everyone before pointing towards a tall man and a middle-aged man with short hair, standing in the retinue of Sima Mo. "You, and you."

The countenances of both Masters altered dramatically.

"You are both fourth-level experts, forming the most suitable pairing. Proceed to undergo the test first."

"Elder Sima."

The two Masters of Fu Sect expressed their dismay. They were, in actuality, being compelled to contend against one another.

"Engage in combat. Irrespective of the victor, deliver a superior performance," Elder Sima commanded with an exceedingly cold demeanor.

"Yes!" They had no choice but to submit their fates.

"It appears we’ll need to go all out," the tall man declared discreetly.

"Blast it, I have to defeat Ma Qun in this duel. I’ll do whatever it takes to win!" the short-haired, middle-aged man vowed, his fists clenched tightly.

Were they from the same sect?

Hmph, when faced with life and death, even brothers cannot afford to be lenient, let alone mere fellow disciples. The rules of this chain bridge were unequivocally clear: mutual slaughter was required!

"Hoo!..."

Both the tall man and the short-haired middle-aged man set foot upon the iron chain bridge.

"Brother Ma Qun, I implore you to show some mercy," the short-haired, middle-aged man said, bowing his head towards the tall man.

"If I show mercy now, I will be the one to perish. You are Yi Laoba, correct? It is either your life or mine at this very moment. Why have you come with no means of attack?" the tall man responded coldly and directly.

Yi Laoba’s expression faltered.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a bolt of thunderous power descended from the heavens.

Yi Laoba, the short-haired man, had his focus entirely on Ma Qun, the tall man. Caught completely by surprise, he was cleaved directly by the thunderous strike.

"Pff!"

Spitting a mouthful of blood, Yi Laoba’s face contorted in anguish. Thunder’s fourth-level Zhenyuan—he and Ma were both at this exact cultivation level.

At this precise instant, Ma Qun’s tall visage also shifted dramatically. A relentless barrage of thunder strikes, fiery orbs, and chilling ice pillars began to rain down upon the iron bridge. Each of these onslaughts possessed the might of the fourth level of Zhenyuan, presenting a threat no less potent than their own.

"Damn it, how can the attacks be this concentrated?" Ma Qun cursed vehemently.

While he could withstand power of an equal level, he was utterly incapable of enduring such a relentless assault from multiple fourth-level Zhenyuan attacks.

"Are you simply going to stand there and await your demise by these thunder strikes, fireballs, and ice pillars?" the old man in white suddenly spoke, his voice cutting like ice.

"Kill!"

Yi Laoba was the first to react. He let out a fierce roar. A set of silver shuttles began to whirl around him. He channeled his power into these spinning projectiles, igniting their ultimate potential. These flying shuttles acted as deadly hidden weapons, hurtling towards Ma Qun from every conceivable angle.

He understood with absolute clarity that no one could possibly withstand an unending storm of thunder, fireballs, and ice shards. Only by swiftly dispatching his opponent and conquering the treacherous iron chain bridge could true safety be achieved.

"Ninety-nine, eighty-one. Previously, I only witnessed you deploy seventy-nine and forty-nine. You truly are sparing me no effort, Yi Laoba. The moment you stepped onto the bridge, you unleashed your most potent hidden powers," Ma Qun sneered, facing the incoming barrage. "Unfortunately for you, it won't be enough!"

With a sound reminiscent of wine being gulped down, Ma Qun, brandishing a massive sabre, charged forward with unyielding momentum.

As he faced the aerial assault of the shuttles, he employed a singular, unyielding technique to counter every incoming threat. If they sought to strike him, he would cleave through both the projectiles and the shuttles, all while relentlessly closing the distance towards Yi Laoba.

The complexions of Qin Feng and the others watching grew grim.

"The pair who ascend the bridge must determine not just a winner and loser—no, they must determine who lives and who dies. This holds true even for members of the same sect!" Qin Feng observed, glancing at someone amidst the onlookers. "All the more so since many individuals here belong to entirely different clans, and are, in fact, sworn enemies!"