Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1342 - 1441: Skyfire Ruins

"Is that possible?" Sima and Zhai Du said anxiously.

"If you want to obtain the Spiritual Body of Creation, you will do everything you can to slaughter Alu. The more you can display your power, the more you can kill your opponent and resist all the attacks of Thunder, fire and Ice Spurs, the greater your hope." The white‑clothed old man said calmly, "At the very least you must meet my minimum requirement, otherwise none of you will obtain the spiritual body of Creation."

Sima Mozi was furious, but they had no way around it.

However, they also saw the doorway. They had broken into the world of the iron chain bridge together and fought each other. So choosing whom to share the same bridge with was a very delicate matter.

Yet the words of the white‑robed old man suddenly dispelled that thought. He added, "I will choose two who are the same or the closest in level. There are nine of you, with one missing. But there are still two people in the Skyfire Ruins. To be precise, I’m quite optimistic about one of them, so I will let him participate in the trial."

"Two? Is it Sword and Lan Yueliang, or the Shura people?"

The others’ expressions changed at once, then quickly turned into sneers.

No matter who it is, they’re both weak. Death is at hand!

Facing Qin Feng, Lan Yue, and Qi Huandao of Shura Gate, they were all full of confidence.

In the ruins of Skyfire, Qin Feng and Lan Yue were cautiously roaming about.

Suddenly, that white‑clothed old man appeared again and led them all the way to the iron chain bridge.

With a guide, the two of them arrived very quickly. But when they saw people like Sima Mozi, they were filled with doubt.

"It’s these two. Hmph... we took great risks to break into the iron chain bridge. And you get to accept such great luck, being brought directly here. This really benefits you." Sima Mo laughed coldly.

"You’re wrong. They are unfortunate, because they’re about to die." Zhai Zun said indifferently.

Obviously, they all hated the other’s guts and regarded each other as enemies. As for everyone else, they rarely truly entered their field of view.

Qin Feng and Lan Yue were still very surprised, looking at the people around them, the surrounding environment, and that suspension bridge.

"When I brought you here, you two probably still didn’t understand." The white‑clothed old man said, "For you, coming here directly this time, though it is a calamity, is also a great opportunity."

Qin Feng and Lan Yue both looked at the white‑robed old man. They looked at each other and understood each other.

The white‑robed old man stood there with a faint transcendence and began to explain. Qin Feng and Lan Yue quickly understood the rules.

"High‑level." Lan Yueliang couldn’t help saying, "Do we need to test the participants?"

"It is necessary." The white‑clothed old man’s will was firm.

Lan Yueliang let out a sigh.

She only had the Divine Charm of the fourth layer of Guiyuan in her body, but even at the fourth layer of Guiyuan, she would definitely die in front of super Masters like Sima Mozi and Gu Yuyan.

And using an Avatar on someone else was too small a matter for her, because she had practically no achievements at all. Even if the Avatar separated from her, it would only be an even more ordinary person. In truth, she had come here not to create a spiritual body, but because she believed that besides creating a spiritual body, there must be some other, greater opportunity to help her revive the Baili people.

"You have almost no achievements. You’re not a Doctor. If you don’t want to participate, you may forfeit. There is no one else." The white‑clothed old man said, but his gaze fell on Qin Feng. In fact, he was only looking up to Qin Feng.

"All right, I give up."

Lan Yueliang said directly. Facing any one of them, such as the ancient Jade dagger, Sima Mozi the Priest, she would definitely die, even if she used her Divine Charm. Even if they did not encounter them, who knew the power of the Thunder, fireballs, and Ice Spurs.

If there were a chance to revive Bai Ligou, Lan Yue would be willing to stake her life once. But if it was merely to create a spirituality body, she would rather choose to protect herself.

"Mm, ten is just right." The white‑robed old man glanced at everyone, then pointed at a tall man and a middle‑aged man with short hair standing behind Sima Mo and said, "You, and you."

The faces of the two Masters both changed.

"You are both fourth‑level experts. You are the best match. Go be tested first."

"Elder Sima."

The two Masters of Fu Sect were both anxious. They were actually being made to fight each other.

"Fight. No matter who wins, give me a better performance." Elder Sima’s manner was extremely cold.

"Yes!" They could only submit their lives.

"Looks like we have to really exert ourselves." The tall man said in secret.

"Damn it, I have to duel Ma Qun. I’ll do anything to beat him." The short‑haired, middle‑aged man clenched his fists tightly.

The same sect?

Hmph, in the face of Life and Death, even brothers can’t be soft, let alone people of the same sect. The rules of this chain bridge were crystal clear. You must butcher each other!

"Hoo!..."

The tall man and the short‑haired middle‑aged man stepped onto the iron chain bridge.

"Brother Ma Qun, please show mercy." The short‑haired middle‑aged man bowed to the tall man.

"If I’m merciful, I’ll be the one who dies. Yi Laoba, right now it’s either you die or I die. Why did you come up empty‑handed?" The tall man was cold and blunt.

The short‑haired middle‑aged man’s expression changed.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a clap of thunder descended from the sky.

Yi Laoba, the short‑haired man, had all his Spirit focused on Ma Qun, the tall man; he was caught off guard and was cleaved directly.

"Pff!"

With a spray of blood, Yi Laoba’s face became extremely ugly: Thunder fourth‑level Zhenyuan—he and Ma were both at this level.

At this moment, Ma Qun’s tall face also changed, because a large number of Thunder strikes, fireballs, and ice pillars were beginning to fall onto the iron bridge, each attack reaching the fourth level of Zhenyuan, in no way weaker than them.

"Damn it, how can it be this dense?" Ma Qun cursed.

Although he could resist power of the same level, he could not endure so many attacks of the Yuan Dynasty fourth level.

"Isn’t that so? Are you just going to wait to be killed by these Thunder, fireballs, and ice pillars?" The white‑clothed old man suddenly spoke with an icy voice.

"Kill!"

Yi Laoba was the first to respond. He roared. A set of silver shuttles flew around him. He used his power to ram into those flying shuttles, arousing the greatest power of this set of weapons. These flying shuttles were like concealed weapons, shooting at Ma Qun from all directions.

He knew very well that no one could endure the endless Thunder, fireballs, and Ice Spurs. Only by killing his opponent as quickly as possible and breaking through the iron chain bridge could he truly be safe.

"Ninety‑nine, eighty‑one. Before, I only saw you use seventy‑nine and forty‑nine. You’re really treating me well, Yilaba. The moment you come up, you use all your hidden, strongest power." Facing the attack, Ma Qun sneered, "Unfortunately, you can’t!"

With the sound of wine gurgling down, Ma Qun, wielding a huge machete, charged straight forward.

Facing the shuttles flying through the air, he always used one move to counter all changes. If they wanted to attack him, he would split both Alu and the shuttles, and at the same time he continuously charged toward Yi Laoba himself.

The faces of Qin Feng and the others did not look good.

"The two who go up must determine who is the winner and who is the loser—no, they must determine Life and Death. Even those of the same sect are no exception!" Qin Feng looked at someone in the field. "All the more so since many of the people here are not from the same clan at all, but enemies!"