Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1343 - 1442: Reduced to Ashes

Nevertheless, the trial was not yet concluded.

Upon dispatching Ilaoba, the horse immediately surged towards the opposing side of the iron chain bridge.

"Boom!"

Mid-crossing, a colossal fireball impacted the creature. With a shriek, its entire form flared with potent spiritual power, attempting to nullify the onslaught and quell the flames. Alas, their efforts proved futile at that moment.

However, these horses had attained Zhenyuan Level 4, endowing them with remarkable resilience. Gritting its teeth, it pressed onward.

For he still possessed his awareness. Clearly, survival was contingent upon reaching the destination.

"Boom!"

Just as the horse was on the verge of crossing, another, vastly more potent crimson fireball descended. This time, the horse disintegrated into ash within the inferno, meeting a grim end.

"This—"

Zhai Zunzhe, Sima Mo, and the others wore exceedingly somber expressions.

Even after achieving victory, those steeds met their demise. Was this trial truly so perilous?

All eyes turned to the elder clad in white, tinged with suspicion and a palpable fear.

At this juncture, the elder in white elucidated, "The lightning, fireballs, and icicles traversing the chain bridge are calibrated to the achievements of two esteemed wanderers." He elaborated that the initial segment's power mirrored that of the two most accomplished individuals, the second segment corresponded to a singular level's intensity, and beyond that, power escalated by a quarter-increment. In the final quarter of the bridge, the elemental assaults surpassed the might of invaders from three states.

"What?"

"It's three levels beyond our domain? Are we not meant to perish?"

"This isn't a trial; it's an execution!"

Zhai Zunzhe, Sima Mo, Gu Yuyan, and other apex experts, who possessed a certain understanding of the divine creation's spiritual body, plunged into desperation.

Qin Feng expressed mild surprise: although he had occasionally deflected attacks equivalent to three levels, which was not the same as defeating such power, the challenge was considerably lessened. Yet, in Hong Kong, a third-tier Zhenyuan cultivation was no less formidable than the Moon Tower Level Six territory in City Gate Town. Its difficulty rivaled Lei Yin's trial. For cultivators like Zhai Zunzhe and Sima Mo, the higher their cultivation, the more arduous the challenge became. It was a feat unimaginable even for the world's foremost Heavenly Pride figures.

"This serves as a test of your mettle as well, haha." Zhai Zun and Sima Mo's astonishment momentarily subsided, replaced by Qin Feng's own laughter.

When he had been in a state of body and soul, the tower's trial had presented a degree of difficulty. But now, having endured numerous tribulations, he was transformed. The current predicament, however, seemed almost too elementary for this year!

"There is no need for anger. Retreat is not an option." The elder in white garments observed someone and stated, "These bolts of lightning, fireballs, and ice columns strike at random positions along the chain bridge. Should fortune favor you, they may miss. My estimation is that even sprinting at your maximum speed, you might barely avert half the onslaughts. After all, the speed of a Returning Yuan cultivator is exceptional."

A flicker of excitement ignited within Zhai Zunzhe, Sima Mo, Gu Yuyan, and the others. Indeed, if they exerted their full speed, they could reach the far side in mere moments, potentially evading all attacks.

The individual in white garments continued, "Therefore, it is prudent to settle matters of life and death within the initial sector of the trial, as the ensuing battles will deter further conflict. In the safest zone, engagement becomes less critical; you may contend further back. Confronting power far exceeding your cultivation domain, only two individuals can ultimately emerge victorious. No others stand a chance."

"We appreciate the counsel."

"We grasp your meaning."

None before them were simpletons; the path ahead, though lengthy, was now clearer.

"Hmm, those two earlier were quite weak. Neither had a chance against the avatar, and they merely scouted the path for you." The elder robed in white chuckled, gesturing towards Xing He and Yin Xia. "You two, it falls to you."

"Master, have you made an error?" Upon realizing he was paired with Yin Xia, Xing Ku let out a yelp, leaping akin to a dog whose tail had been stepped on. He pointed dramatically at Yin Xia, exclaiming, "He is Guiyuan Level 1, while I am Zhenyuan Level 8! The disparity is immense; you expect me to contend with him?"

"You two are the closest match."

Xing He's countenance instantly darkened.

"Hurry onto the chain bridge, lest you perish!" The elder in white grew impatient, radiating a murderous aura.

Xing He visibly trembled.

"Haha, Brother Xing, let us proceed. I shall learn from your esteemed skills." Yin Xia, however, chuckled and advanced.

This duel to the death, when the disparity in strength was too great, could indeed be a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

"Boom!"

"Brilliant light."

As Yin Xia and Huang Xing advanced onto the chain bridge, a barrage of fireballs, lightning bolts, and ice spikes descended upon them.

Without even launching an attack, Yin Xia shielded himself from the formidable onslaught. He sneered, glancing at Xing He, knowing the power of these projectiles was dictated by his own cultivation level. They were all on the same tier, and whatever Xing He could withstand was limited to this extent.

"No!!!"

Xing He was engulfed by a lightning strike, his body instantly turning a dark purple, his life force rapidly dwindling.

"Hmm? I've heard rumors that Brother Xing possesses remarkable talent. You reached Zhenyuan Level 8 before the age of 40, even catching the attention of the ancient Tantai clan. It seems the whispers were true," Yin Xia chuckled. "There's a significant gulf between your level and this lightning strike. You managed to endure one hit! Your talent is indeed impressive, truly impressive."

Suddenly, Yin Xia's expression turned cold, a sneer playing on his lips. "But alas, you are such a genius. If I wished to end your life, I wouldn't even need to lift a finger."

"How dare you insult me even as you face death?" Xing He roared, his voice filled with rage. "It took me nearly a hundred years of arduous cultivation to finally reach the Return Country realm! If you gave me another century, I could have killed you with a single finger!"

"You dare to insult me in your final moments?" Yin Xia's face contorted in fury, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

He despised being called a weakling. What surprised him even more was that after a century trapped within the Great Dao restriction, Xing He had finally attained the Return Country realm. He knew countless others who spent their entire lives within the same restriction, unable to break through the four stages of spiritual cultivation.

"Sima Mo, you old fool, I always showed you respect, but to no avail. Yin Xia has killed me, and you will surely follow!"

"Hmm?" Sima Mo appeared taken aback, not expecting Xing He to have the audacity to curse him directly.

"Leave, be gone," Sima Mo commanded, closing his eyes and showing no concern for Huang Xing. "Your talent was considerable, but your life has ended. As long as the Spiritual Body of Creation can be obtained, all sacrifices are worthwhile. Perhaps I too shall perish."

"Ah!"

Xing He continued to wail, <<"Lan Yueliang, you absolute coward, why didn't you join the competition? If you had, with more participants, I wouldn't have to face this pathetic excuse for an opponent." >>

"Hmph!" Lan Yueliang let out a cold snort, too consumed by his impending doom to even glance at the dying man.

"And you, Jian Yi! Damn it all, if you hadn't shown up, my adversary wouldn't be Yan Xia. You killed me, and I swear I won't let your soul walk the earth!"

Qin Feng was stunned. He could hardly fathom that Xing He could so accurately predict his own demise.

In his final moments, Xing He cursed everyone he knew. Such selfish individuals always shifted blame, convinced of their own righteousness until their last breath.

Pitiful, utterly pathetic.

Ultimately, Xing He met his end. He managed to withstand the second strike, but the third proved insurmountable.

The chasm between Guiyuan Level 1 and Zhenyuan Level 8 was vast. No amount of cunning could bridge such a divide.

"You must go!"

Yin Xia took a deep, steadying breath, his gaze fixed on the distant end of the chain bridge, a point neither too near nor too far.

When the moment truly arrived, it came upon him with astonishing speed.

This was nothing more than sheer fortune.

"Charge!"

Suddenly, Yin Xia whispered. Regardless of the speed of his acceleration,

A blinding flash of light erupted, and in an instant, Yin Xia had already reached the conclusion of the Iron Bridge World.