Eternal Sacred King

When little fatty left Su Zimo’s cave abode, he was still filled with doubts. In a daze, he had not snapped out of what happened earlier.

There were no lack of amazing body tempering techniques in the cultivation world. However, he had never heard of one which the user could catch weapons barehanded.

And… he wasn’t injured at all!

Even demons who were known for their powerful bodies might not dare to do such a thing?

Suddenly, little fatty recalled the scene of them entering the sect.

Su Zimo was carrying him while dealing with a spirit demon on the walls of the peak – that wasn’t something that could be done with just body tempering.

Frowning, little fatty remembered the moment when his gigantic axe met with Su Zimo’s palm. Other than the dull thud, there were some other strange noises.

It was as though something sharp had scratched on his weapon, making a crisp sound.

Second day, Talisman Peak face-off.

Third day, Elixir Peak face-off.

Fourth day, Array Peak face-off.

Fifth day, Spirit Peak face-off.

Because the Spirit Peak face-off was the most anticipated event among the five peaks, it was always on the last day every year.

The reason why they arranged for the Array Peak face-off before it was so that Feng Haoyu could get sufficient rest and prepare for the Spirit Peak face-off.

Weapon Peak’s face-off was held in the Weapon Refinement Hall.

On the first day, nearly all disciples of the five peaks had gathered outside the Weapon Refinement Hall; there were even inner sect disciples gathering.

Weapon Peak had never seen such a crowd before.

At a glance, the entire place was densely packed with people.

The reason for this was because Weapon Peak’s face-off was the first round of challenge between Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo!

All eyes were on this!

Everyone wanted to know who would have the last laugh in weapon refinement – the talent of Spirit Peak, Feng Haoyu, with his wind spirit root or Su Zimo with his Level 3 Spirit Fire.

Prior to this, disciples of the five peaks had already secretly wagered on the outcome.

The five peak masters sat right at the front of the Weapon Refinement Hall.

There were more than a hundred participating disciples standing below.

As for the spectating disciples, they could only stand outside and were not allowed to enter lest they disrupted the weapon refinement process.

“Make way, make way!”

A holler sounded from outside the crowd as though someone had arrived.

The crowd parted to the sides, revealing a passageway.

Hands behind his back, a purple robed Qi Refinement Warrior strode in. With a haughty expression, he entered the Weapon Refinement Hall – it was Feng Haoyu!

“Amazing! He’s already at Perfected Qi Condensation!”

“Hmph, that’s not all. I’m telling you, Senior Brother Feng already hit Perfected Qi Condensation more than a month ago. Right now, he’s only a single step away from entering Foundation Establishment realm!”

“I wonder what cultivation Su Zimo is at right now. If he’s too far apart, there won’t be anything to look forward to for their sparring.”

Right then, someone shouted among the crowd. “Su Zimo is here!”

Everyone looked over.

Not far away, Su Zimo arrived on his flying sword. Still clad in green robes, he looked calm as though he was in no pressure at all.

“Ha!”

A disciple could not help but scoff, “Am I seeing things? He’s only at Level 8 Qi Condensation?”

“Fufu, you were right. The difference between them is two levels! The outcome is obvious without them even fighting,” Another disciple shook his head and laughed, his ears clearly filled with disdain.

“If I were Su Zimo, I would admit defeat as soon as possible lest I get beaten up too badly in public and embarrass myself.”