Devour

Chapter 403 Show mercy

Master Li recognized the origin of the secret technique, raised an eyebrow, and said in a focused voice, "The Thunder God Clan's secret 'Thunder God Transformation', a supreme mystical technique. How could he have obtained it!"

Pan Zhonghan roared like thunder, deafening: "Ever since I obtained the secret pattern of the Thunder God Transformation, I have never revealed it to anyone. I am confident that I can sweep away all opponents of my level. Baidi, oh Baidi, it is your honor to die under this move today!"

He thrust his palms down with a sudden, unleashing "Thunder Fury," a move far more awe-inspiring than before, truly displaying the might of heaven and earth. Thunderclaps ripped through the heavens, threatening to crush the entire Transmission Hall to dust.

The palm force crashed down like a tidal wave, slamming heavily onto Cheng Bai's foothold. The flat stone slab shattered, leaving two massive palm prints like deep pits. Lightning flashed freely at the bottom of the pits, emitting a terrifying wave that would never allow any living being to survive.

The elders who were watching looked at each other in dismay, their faces filled with horror.

Wang Mingsheng screamed in shock, "This... this... the defensive formations we jointly set up couldn't even withstand a single blow! The Saint Son is so powerful, far superior to us. This is a blessing for our sect."

Pan Zhonghan showed no joy at all. He leaned over and stared at the movement in the palm print pit, frowning slightly and saying, "Another illusory dummy! I can't even tell where he's moving."

Suddenly, Pan Zhonghan heard Cheng Bai's melodious voice in his right ear: "What a pity! Your Thunder God Transformation can change your body shape and increase your strength, attack, and defense, but it can't increase your perception and speed."

The purple thunder giant turned his head and stared at the source of the sound, only to see a large group of white creatures rushing past, so dazzling that he couldn't tell which one was the real one.

"Where are you going!" Pan Zhonghan, unwilling to give up, struck out with both palms like a violent storm, repeating all the techniques of the Five Thunder Palm. The sky flashed with lightning and thunder, as if a grand finale of destruction was being staged.

Dancing electric snakes shuttled back and forth, rumbling thunder surged and exploded, and the terrifying power made the entire open-air training ground look like a violent pool of thunder.

Unfortunately, he was still powerless in the face of the afterimage and phantom left by Cheng Bai!

As he continued to consume large amounts of mana, the effects of Thunder God Transformation became less persistent. Pan Zhonghan gradually grew tired and brooded, thinking gloomily, "Forget it! I can't hit him, and he can't hurt me. Let's just wait until the duel is over and call it a draw."

Wang Hong looked at the lively scene, shook his head and sighed, "Haha... Fellow Daoists, our bet is going to be scrapped again. A draw would be a good thing, as it would not hurt the relationship."

Wang Mingsheng sat upright as the teacher, glancing at the hourglass as the fine grains of sand slipped away. He assessed the situation and said, "Of the four duels, this one lasted the longest. Baidi is hoping to use his psychedelic movements and swift movements to drag out the duel until the timer expires, resulting in a happy ending for everyone."

However, Cheng Bai was unwilling to give up easily and plotted his gains from this hunt: "With the help of Yunwai Tianxing's agility, my speed has increased significantly. Pan Shengzi is too slow to keep up with me. Stimulating his potential in all aspects to reach its peak state will be the perfect opportunity for me to reap the rewards of victory."

Seeing the time was ripe, Cheng Bai unfolded his domain. A Taotie aura suddenly appeared in the sky, perched atop the thunderclouds, overlooking the purple lightning giant, which was searching the ground for its target.

Cheng Bai controlled the devouring power and shouted softly: "Eat!"

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the thunder pool covering the inside and outside of the Transmission Hall was violently twisted. Suddenly, a cloud column mixed with countless electric snakes rose up, rotating at high speed to the sky. It was continuously swallowed by the Taotie beast head, forming a celestial spectacle that looked like a long dragon sucking water.

"He actually dared to hide above the clouds!" Pan Zhonghan was horrified and looked up at the sky.

There was a ferocious head of a giant beast that was about a mile long, hanging high in the clouds, absorbing the lightning from the thunderclouds without any hesitation, as if it was enjoying a feast.

All the cultivators on Xuandao Peak were attracted by the majestic sight that spanned the sky and earth, and cast their gazes in awe and shock.

The disciples outside the hall were full of curiosity and confusion, and were talking about it.

"Who is the beast head in the sky?"

"It must be the supreme magic that the Holy Son has just realized!"

"Why does it look like it's devouring the Holy Son's thundercloud?"

Pan Zhonghan clearly felt that the magic power he had cultivated for many years suddenly went out of control and rushed into the beast's mouth like a flood bursting through a dam. Even the vision of Huixin Yijing began to collapse.

"The White Emperor said he would give me half of my power if he won. The duel hasn't even ended yet, and this guy is using a vision to forcibly take it away." Pan Zhonghan panicked and shouted, "No! Stop it!"

Although he was extremely anxious, he was unable to stop the power of Taotie and could only watch his magic power plummet, his true essence dried up, and his vitality dissipate.

After a moment of stunned silence, Pan Zhonghan came to his senses, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "I admit defeat in this battle, Lord Baidi, please show mercy!"

Sensing the other party's power decline, Cheng Bai accurately estimated the subtle changes in the power of all things and understood it in his heart.

He flashed through the clouds and landed back on the stage. He bowed and said with a smile, "Sir Pan, a man of insight is a true hero. Thank you for your bet."

Wang Mingsheng heard it clearly, put away the hourglass, and announced the results loudly: "In the fourth special invitation match, Saint Son Pan Zhonghan voluntarily conceded defeat, and the White Emperor Sect Master won! Although the battle was fierce, it ended amicably."

"Sir Pan has profound cultivation. Receiving 50% of his power allowed me to break through to the late stage of the Wuzhu Realm. It's been a while since I felt so good!" Cheng Bai was secretly delighted. He calmly put away the Taotie vision, and the thunderclouds in the sky immediately disappeared.

Pan Zhonghan's Taoist skills were severely damaged, so he quickly withdrew his Thunder God Transformation and returned to his normal human form. He felt his legs were weak and his whole body was exhausted, but he dared not say anything. He forced himself to run to the back of the hall to take a bath and change clothes to save face.

Cheng Bai returned to the dais and sat cross-legged beside his desk, only to find Wang Hong's face vacant, his eyes downcast, silent. He turned to see Master Li and Bei Tingjun, both of whom were beaming with joy, their desks overflowing with platinum ingots.

"Did Great Saint Lord Wang lose miserably?" Cheng Bai thought to himself, and caught the treasure bag that Master Li had thrown over as a bet to win, as well as the question card.

"You are the master of your own life. Who can you blame when you suffer losses? Good and evil are all your own fault. If you gamble, you must accept the loss." After saying this, Master Li smiled and drank, blinking quickly at Cheng Bai, as if he had seen through everything.

Bei Tingjun casually tossed the dried meat into her cherry lips and smiled as she accepted her trophy: "Hehe, thank you, Saint Lord Wang, for the 100,000 taels of platinum!"

"This small bet isn't worth mentioning. I'll just consider the lost gold and iron as a red envelope for the Holy Son. He didn't want it anyway." Wang Hong chuckled dryly to cover up his embarrassment and turned the conversation to something else: "In today's situation, looking to the future is the general trend. Master Li has come a long way, so let's get down to business."

Cheng Bai stroked the thin card, put away his trophy, and speculated, "Business? Are we going to ask Jing Tao Sect to stop fighting the Tu Min Society right now? Even if Master has a lot of face, it would be a bit rash to say it directly."

Master Li obviously wouldn't be so reckless. He put away the gold ingot and said with a hearty smile, "The Immortal Fate Elegant Gathering will be officially held soon. I invite Saint Master Wang to visit the academy and participate."

Wang Hong was quite surprised and said, "Are all the people really here this time? It's been... so many reincarnation eras, and I finally have the chance to try! Twenty-eight geniuses, and no duplication of rare talents and physiques is allowed. This lineup is hard to find even if you search all over the world."

Cheng Bai pondered, "Wang Hong seems to know something about this. Has he participated in previous events?"

Master Li said sternly, "It is indeed extremely difficult. For many years, the foreign tribes have only been able to organize such a team by taking advantage of this opportunity of the examinations, and thus solve the mystery in one fell swoop and get to the bottom of it!"

Wang Hong hesitated and said, "My student's talent is dull, and I'm lucky to have barely reached the invitation threshold. I wonder what the other heroes are like?"

"This is exactly the reason why the Confucian scholars have come here specially. The new and old heroes from the three religions, five associations, nine schools and ten sects have gathered at Taowu Academy. The scene is unprecedented!" Master Li followed up the conversation and got to the point.

He paused for a moment, sipping his wine instead of tea, and continued, "In addition to Saint Master Wang, the Confucian scholar has also invited Min Wushuang of the Slaughtering Society. I've heard that your two sects have been at odds for a long time, so a meeting is bound to be unpleasant. For the sake of smooth cooperation, could the two sects cease their hostilities for one samsara epoch and temporarily form an alliance to work together for the greater good?"

Cheng Bai secretly praised, "Master, your words are sophisticated and persuasive. But would Wang Hong stop fighting for an entire samsara epoch just for a brief period of cooperation?"

"Oh..." Wang Hong's eyes rolled around, and he laughed heartily. "Min Longtou is actually a close friend of mine who I've known for many years. The so-called hostile exchanges are nothing more than disputes among ordinary people driven by worldly desires. They are all trivial matters caused by the competitive spirit of the young disciples below, and I am unaware of them."