Chapter 1184: Wang Qingshan vs Zhao Richen

Liu Qinghe was unwilling to accept his defeat. Two third-order puppet beasts alone cost 1.4 million spirit stones (700,000 each), and with Wang Qiuming's magic treasures and spiritual techniques, Liu Qinghe was clearly no match. Ultimately, Liu Qinghe had merely been sent by Zhao Richen to probe Wang Qiuming's true abilities.

"I concede, Fellow Daoist Liu," Wang Qiuming said.

Wang Qiuming clasped his fists and was about to fly back to his seat.

Zhao Richen quickly interjected, "Wait, Fellow Daoist Wang! I would also like to spar with you. Would you be willing to grant me the honor?"

"Young Friend Zhao, Young Friend Wang has already competed in two matches. It would be unfair for him to spar with you again. Please find someone else," Shen Ruirong stated. The Wang family originated from the Eastern Wilderness but was currently developing in the Southern Sea. Strictly speaking, both the Wang and Shen families belonged to the Southern Sea cultivation world. Wang Qiuming's two victories had brought glory to the Southern Sea cultivation world, so Shen Ruirong naturally supported him. Regional rivalries and competition existed everywhere people gathered.

"Just let Young Friend Wang take a Snow Dew Pill to recover his magical power. They are young! Sparring is perfectly normal. Of course, if Young Friend Zhao cannot defeat Young Friend Wang, no one else will be allowed to challenge him again," Murong Rong interjected, trying to smooth things over. Having lost two consecutive matches, the Central Plains cultivation world was losing face, so Murong Rong naturally spoke in favor of Zhao Richen. This was no longer just a competition between Wang Qiuming and Zhao Richen, but a rivalry between the Central Plains cultivation world and the Southern Sea cultivation world.

Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingshan, who nodded.

"Alright, then I shall spar with Fellow Daoist Zhao," Wang Qiuming agreed. After taking a Snow Dew Pill provided by the Murong family, his slightly pale complexion instantly regained its rosy color.

"Be careful, Uncle Qiuming. Zhao Richen is a pure spiritual cultivator, proficient in many spiritual techniques!" Wang Tianwen secretly warned Wang Qiuming.

"A spiritual cultivator!" Wang Qiuming was quite surprised. Few high-level cultivators spent significant time cultivating spiritual techniques. While a spiritual technique could deliver a blow comparable to a magic treasure, magic treasures could be used once refined, whereas spiritual techniques required years, or even decades, of dedicated practice. In all his time in the cultivation world, this was the first time Wang Qiuming had encountered a pure spiritual cultivator.

As soon as the match began, a dazzling yellow light erupted from Zhao Richen's body, and the floor beneath his feet instantly transformed into soft, yellow quicksand.

Wang Qiuming dared not be careless. Numerous golden lights emerged above his head, and a massive golden wheel materialized. The golden wheel spun rapidly, generating a powerful current of air.

Zhao Richen raised his right hand and chopped at Wang Qiuming through the air. A flash of white light appeared, and a white arc, several zhang long, shot out towards Wang Qiuming.

With a muffled thud, as soon as the white arc came within ten zhang of Wang Qiuming, it was immediately sucked into the golden wheel by the powerful current and shredded by the rapidly spinning golden wheel.

Ice formed on the surface of the golden wheel, and its rotation slowed.

Seizing this opportunity, a fierce wind erupted. Countless yellow sand grains flew up from the ground, swirling to form yellow sand arrows, about a foot long. With a series of whooshing sounds, dense yellow arrows shot towards Wang Qiuming, obscuring the sky and exuding an astonishing momentum.

Wang Qiuming conjured a spell, and the golden wheel flared with light, its rotation speed more than doubling. The dense yellow arrows flew towards the golden wheel, where they were shredded into a large expanse of fine yellow sand.

Centered around Zhao Richen, an area spanning several thousand zhang transformed into a massive sand pit. Countless yellow sand grains rose, swirling to form two yellow giants, over ten zhang tall. After numerous yellow runes lit up on the foreheads of the two yellow giants, they solidified into stone-like markings. These were the Yellow Turban Warriors, a spiritual technique known for their immense strength, invulnerability to weapons, and resistance to fire and water.

Wang Qiuming released two third-order puppet beasts, which lunged towards Zhao Richen. As soon as the two puppet beasts came within a thousand zhang of Zhao Richen, they sank into the enormous sand pit. Countless yellow sand grains rose, forming dense yellow chains that bound the bodies of the two puppet beasts. They struggled fiercely, but more yellow sand rose, shaping into a yellow giant bowl, over ten zhang in size, which then inverted over them, trapping them inside.

Wang Qiuming frowned, conjured a spell, and sent two golden wheels—one illusory, one solid—shooting towards the two Yellow Turban Warriors.

Clang, clang, clang! Several muffled sounds of metal colliding echoed. The golden wheels struck the Yellow Turban Warriors, leaving only shallow marks. The two Yellow Turban Warriors moved their arms and slammed them towards the two golden wheels. Boom! The Golden Moon True Wheel was shattered, and the solid golden wheel was sent flying backward.

Startled, Wang Qiuming decided to employ other methods. The sky suddenly darkened, and a yellow mountain, five to six hundred zhang tall, abruptly appeared above his head. Even before it descended, a powerful gravitational force assailed him from all directions. This was the spiritual technique, Mount Tai Crushing! If a Nascent Soul cultivator were to perform this technique, its power would be even greater.

Wang Qiuming's expression changed. He tried to evade, but the ground shook, and a powerful suction force suddenly appeared, firmly pinning him in place, unable to move. His face turned beet red. His legs felt as if they were filled with lead, making it difficult to even take a single step, let alone dodge.

Just as the yellow mountain was about to crush Wang Qiuming into a pulp, the formation covering the arena suddenly dissipated. A golden hand, over thirty zhang in size, abruptly appeared and held up the yellow mountain.

"Young Friend Zhao has won. Young Friend Wang, do you have any objections?" Murong Rong's tone was calm. The golden hand suddenly shook, and the yellow mountain instantly flew high into the sky, disintegrating into a vast cloud of yellow dust. A strong wind swept through, and the yellow dust vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Wang Qingshan's superb swordsmanship. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wang would be willing to grant me some pointers?" Zhao Richen looked at Wang Qingshan with fervent eyes. If he were to acknowledge Wang Qingshan in front of everyone, his reputation would certainly spread throughout the Great Yan Dynasty.

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators turned their gaze towards Wang Qingshan. Han Yuexin's expression was incredibly complex. No matter when or where, Wang Qingshan was always the focus of attention, while she remained just an ordinary Core Formation cultivator.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhao wishes to spar, I shall accompany you for a few rounds," Wang Qingshan said, his expression unchanged. He leaped onto the arena.

At this moment, no one was concerned with the Hundred Beast Grand Assembly anymore; all eyes were fixed on Wang Qingshan.

Zhao Richen had just defeated Wang Qiuming without using any magic treasures, relying solely on several powerful spiritual techniques.

As the match began, Wang Qingshan chopped at Zhao Richen through the air with his right hand. A flash of red light appeared, and a crimson flying sword, enveloped in scarlet flames, shot out, carrying an astonishing heatwave as it slashed towards Zhao Richen.

Wang Qingshan conjured a sword art, and numerous illusory green flying swords appeared around his body. After a blur, they abruptly transformed into hundreds, seemingly thousands, of substantial, shimmering green flying swords.