BOOM!
Following Hua Tianmen’s furious roar, a phantom approximately a hundred feet tall appeared behind him, emitting a terrifying demonic might.
Someone nearby exclaimed, "Quick, look! It’s the Great Demon Sect’s Heaven-Supporting Demon Technique."
Everyone looked over at the sound, only to see the phantom behind Hua Tianmen holding up the sky with both hands, resisting Fairy Jinghong’s pressure.
Hua Tianmen himself stood effortlessly beneath the phantom.
Seeing this, everyone looked on with envy.
Hua Tianmen was truly the most monstrous genius of the Northern Profound Domain and a top contender for champion of the Holy Spirit Assembly. With his Heaven-Supporting Demon Technique alone, he could crush most of the other geniuses present.
"Heh, Hua Tianmen is indeed strong, but I’m no pushover either. Behold my Taizhen Swordsmanship."
A young man in purple robes smiled nonchalantly as a brilliant sword light erupted from his palm, steadily grinding away Fairy Jinghong’s pressure.
"Ye Langtian, the youngest genius Sword Cultivator in the Northern Profound Domain."
Someone exclaimed in awe.
Immediately after, Bai Luoxue and Xiao Ran also made their moves.
"Frozen Space!"
Bai Luoxue waved her hand, and a vast white mist sprayed from her palm, freezing the space within a hundred-meter radius around her.
She strolled leisurely through the Frozen Space, seemingly unaffected by any pressure.
"Tsk, tsk. Bai Luoxue’s ice physique is truly powerful. To think she can even freeze something as intangible as spiritual pressure."
"When it comes to innate talent, Bai Luoxue is probably the most monstrous genius of the younger generation."
"Indeed. With Bai Luoxue, the Luoxue Kingdom will surely rise within ten years to become the strongest power in our Northern Profound Domain."
Everyone was showering Bai Luoxue with endless praise.
Li Nan said, "I suggest we invite Bai Luoxue to preside over the next Holy Spirit Assembly. Her ice physique is perfect for the first round’s test."
"I think that’s a great idea!"
"I agree. We can draft a joint proposal and discuss it with the Manor Master later. He will surely agree."
"Then it’s decided!"
After that, Li Nan and the others turned their attention to Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran was not only a top contender for champion of the Holy Spirit Assembly, but also a disciple of their Holy Spirit Manor, so he naturally warranted special attention.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Xiao Ran was seen standing his ground, motionless, letting Fairy Jinghong’s pressure bear down on him, which produced clear, ringing sounds.
"Holy shit, that guy is taking it head-on with his physical body."
"Head-on? No way. This is pressure at the Half-Step Martial Monarch Level. One wrong move and he’ll be flattened into a meat patty."
Everyone stared at Xiao Ran, their faces filled with horror.
Li Nan nodded in satisfaction.
’Xiao Ran is indeed a promising seedling for Body Refining. His physical strength is comparable to a Divine Weapon. He’s not only withstanding Fairy Jinghong’s pressure, but his body is even sparking from time to time.’
However, not everyone was as monstrously talented as Bai Luoxue and Xiao Ran.
Many people were forced to retreat from the square, unable to bear Fairy Jinghong’s pressure.
THUMP, THUMP...
Some overconfident youths tried to resist to the very end. Not only did they fail to hold on, but they were also severely injured on the spot.
Some were even crushed directly into a bloody pulp.
However, no one pitied them.
Since they dared to participate in the Holy Spirit Assembly, they should have been prepared to risk life and death. If they couldn’t take it, they should have retreated immediately to save themselves.
If they couldn’t take it but refused to retreat, holding onto a sliver of hope, then they had no one to blame but themselves.
Just then, Fairy Jinghong suddenly spoke, "To be able to endure my pressure for five minutes already makes you elites among men. There is no shame in being eliminated. However, I will now increase the pressure."
"What? She’s increasing the pressure?"
"We can’t even handle the current pressure! If she increases it further, won’t we be crushed into a bloody pulp?"
"No way, I’m quitting!"
All the young participants panicked. Some even wanted to withdraw from the Holy Spirit Competition on the spot.
No reward was more important than their own life.
Fairy Jinghong said indifferently, "Those who wish to withdraw have three breaths to leave the square. Anyone still in the square after three breaths must bear the consequences. Don’t blame me for not warning you if you die. One... two... three..."
BOOM!
An even more terrifying pressure descended upon the square.
Everyone immediately cried out in alarm.
"A Martial Monarch! This is the pressure of a Martial Monarch!"
"Heavens, Fairy Jinghong is a Martial Monarch! Why didn’t she say so earlier?"
"Quick, I have to get out!"
Waves of miserable screams echoed across the square. Those who had clung to a sliver of hope and hadn’t retreated were now filled with regret.
CRACK...
However, before they could even run out of the square, they were brutally crushed into a bloody pulp by Fairy Jinghong’s pressure.
’When did Fairy Jinghong become a Martial Monarch? Could it be... she was hiding her Realm before?’
Li Nan’s face was filled with astonishment.
A twenty-three-year-old Martial Monarch would be considered a supreme genius even in a place like the Central Province, which was teeming with monstrous talents.
The Middle-aged Steward beside him asked, "Elder Li, wasn’t Fairy Jinghong a bit too ruthless?"
"So what if she was?"
Li Nan said indifferently, "Fairy Jinghong already warned them. They refused to retreat on their own. They deserved to die."
The Middle-aged Steward pondered, "That may be so, but..."
Li Nan glanced at the Middle-aged Steward. "Can’t stand it? Then you go tell Fairy Jinghong to stop. But I should remind you, Fairy Jinghong has the potential to become a Martial King within the next five years."
"A Martial King..."
The Middle-aged Steward’s face was filled with terror.
’If Jinghong can become a Martial King in five years, doesn’t that mean she could become a Martial Emperor in ten?’
’Who would dare to stop her?’
’What if he offended Fairy Jinghong and she decided to make things difficult for him?’
The Middle-aged Steward flicked his sleeve and obediently went back to watching the show.
’Why should I give a damn?’
’It’s not like I’m the one dying.’
SPLAT!
A young man, unable to withstand Fairy Jinghong’s pressure, was crushed into a bloody pulp.
"Look, someone else just got crushed into a bloody pulp," Mu Qing cried out, his face pale with fear.
Man Mountain said in a low voice, "Is that the eighty-eighth one already?"
Wu Hao shook his head. "You missed one. That was the eighty-ninth. And those two over there are about to collapse, too."
SPLAT! SPLAT!
Sure enough, not long after, the two youths Wu Hao had pointed out were crushed to the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
Wu Hao said with regret, "Those two were at the Late Stage Martial Artist Realm, a bit stronger than us. It’s a shame they couldn’t withstand the Martial Monarch’s pressure from Fairy Jinghong and were eliminated."
"A real shame indeed!"
Man Mountain suddenly cried out, "Wait, did you say their strength was a bit higher than ours?"
Wu Hao replied, "Yeah, is there a problem?"
Their strength made them top-tier geniuses within their respective factions, but at the Holy Spirit Assembly, it wasn’t enough.
The Holy Spirit Assembly had gathered geniuses from the entire Northern Profound Domain.
They could only be considered middle to lower tier here.
However, Man Mountain wiped away a cold sweat and said, "There’s a huge problem. Think about it. People stronger than us have been eliminated, but we weaker ones are still here. What does that mean?"