The spear passed just by his ear, narrowly avoiding a direct hit.
Xu Zimei’s figure appeared wobbly and unsteady, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.
"Spear • Triple Kill," Chang Ruofeng let out another cold snort, and the speed of the spear in his hand increased rapidly, almost splitting its afterimages into three.
Xu Zimei’s figure swayed once more, and, in a moment of carelessness, he fell to the ground, narrowly dodging the strike again.
As Xu Zimei continued to avoid attacks, one after another, getting closer to himself.
Chang Ruofeng couldn’t help to become frustrated and angry, as his surrounding aura of the Heaven Phenomenon enveloped him once more.
The spear returned to his hand and suddenly plunged into the ground.
Due to the excessive hardness of the floor, the spear kept spinning in the air.
An intent of the spear began converging around, and a sharp momentum slowly gathered at the tip of the spear.
"Spear • Red Lotus Seven Kills," a shout roared out from Chang Ruofeng’s mouth.
Above the spear tip, red lotuses condensed from Spiritual Energy floated out one by one.
Subsequently, the speed of the Spiritual Energy condensation increased, and more and more red lotuses began to float in the air.
As the red lotuses fell, the whole spear transformed into a streak of light, drifting in mid-air.
As the spear fell from the sky, its tip pierced through seven red lotuses in succession, carrying with it an aura that seemed to destroy both heaven and earth as it fell.
This strike nearly covered the entire dueling arena, leaving Xu Zimei no way to block it, forcing him to face the challenge head-on.
Xu Zimei lay on the ground, not even able to counterattack, covering his eyes with both hands in fright, his whole body trembling.
As the spear was about to stab towards Xu Zimei, suddenly, for some unknown reason, only a "bang" sound was heard.
The body of the spear seemed twisted, and its tip deviated by several meters, landing next to Xu Zimei after hitting the ground.
"A mistake?" someone below exclaimed in surprise.
Even Chang Ruofeng himself was stunned in place. What was supposed to be an almost certain hit had gone awry.
Having lain on the ground, Xu Zimei suddenly countered without using any additional power. The four Extraordinary Meridians he had just opened within his body released their energy simultaneously.
In an instant, he rolled on the ground and arrived in front of Chang Ruofeng, his body slamming into him fiercely.
Chang Ruofeng felt as though a chariot pulled by eight horses was barreling towards him, and a great force sent him flying, landing outside the arena.
According to the rules, the one who leaves the arena loses.
The judging elder twitched his eyelid and finally, under the gaze of Lin Beisheng, announced somewhat reluctantly, "In the Sect Gate challenge match, Lin Qiu wins, taking the place of Chang Ruofeng.
He will join the other three to represent our Great Skies Peak at the Nine Skies grand meeting."
Upon hearing this sentence, the crowd below erupted into a noisy uproar, loudly discussing the turn of events.
"I refuse to accept this," Chang Ruofeng bellowed from below the arena, his disheveled hair flying around as he yelled.
"Why? What right does a waste like him have to participate in the Nine Skies grand meeting?
This is shaming our Great Skies Peak!"
"Is ’waste’ how you refer to your fellow disciples?" Lin Beisheng glanced at Chang Ruofeng, speaking indifferently.
"Disciples of the same sect should help each other, make progress together, like family.
Even if that’s not possible, one mustn’t insult one’s fellow disciples.
You are punished to spend three months in the deep Forbidden Land of Wind-Thunder Valley, any objections?"
"This disciple has no objections," Chang Ruofeng realized that he had spoken in haste, saying things he shouldn’t have.
He quickly nodded and replied.
After speaking, Lin Beisheng turned to look at the many disciples in front of him.
He said loudly, "I know many of you may not accept this, but rules are rules.
Without rules, there can be no standards, and this is the authority of the Sect Gate that brooks no contradiction.
If you had such ability, I would have no objections.
Now, I announce that the candidates representing our Great Skies Peak in this Nine Skies convention are Lin Feng, Hou Zhen, Xue Qingming, and Lin Qiu."
As his words fell, the disciples below the stage were also discussing among themselves.
"Senior Brother Lin really has good luck, avoiding a few attacks in a panic and actually dodging Brother Chang Ruofeng’s assault."
"Who’s saying otherwise? But can this luck accompany him to the Nine Skies convention?"
"Alas, I think our Great Skies Peak is going to be at the bottom again this year."
The opinions around him varied, but Xu Zimei didn’t care at all.
Next to him, Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimei and laughed, "Little brother is really lucky."
"So-so," Xu Zimei smiled and asked, "Senior Brother, why didn’t I see Yang Cheng with you today?"
"He’s out on a mission for the sect, and it will probably take some time," replied Lin Feng.
"I see," Xu Zimei nodded with a smile.
As the selection competition for Great Skies Peak ended, the disciples below began to leave Wind-Thunder Valley one by one.
Jiang Changsheng was the first to come forward, saying with a smile, "Senior Brother is both wise and mighty, with peerless divine skills.
Just like the blazing sun in the sky, enlightening my heart, and obliterating opponents in the midst of laughter and chat.
I admire you, truly admire you."
Hearing Jiang Changsheng’s words, Xu Zimei smiled and said, "Then get ready, we’ll leave the sect tomorrow."
After the great trial was over, Xu Zimei returned to his own courtyard. Before long, Lin Beisheng came to the yard.
"Have you cleared four channels of the Extraordinary Meridian Manual?" Lin Beisheng asked directly.
"Yes," Xu Zimei nodded.
"Knowing your own situation, why did you still participate in this selection contest?" Lin Beisheng looked into Xu Zimei’s eyes and asked seriously, "Even if he had executed you on the stage today, you know that your father would be powerless to do anything.
You were lucky this time."
"How would I know if I didn’t try?" Xu Zimei laughed.
"Here I am, having succeeded."
"No need to try, you will withdraw from the Nine Skies convention on your own. Don’t participate," Lin Beisheng stated firmly.
"Why?" Xu Zimei asked, frowning.
"The real Nine Skies convention, life and death notwithstanding, do you really wish to seek death?" Lin Beisheng asked in a concise manner.
Xu Zimei shook his head and said, "Dad, I have my plan, and I will not withdraw."
"You, how should I even speak to you?" Lin Beisheng sighed helplessly and said.
"It’s also my fault for spoiling you since you were young.
I’ll tell your grandfather about this. There’s still some time before the Nine Skies convention. Think it over well for yourself again."
After saying this, Lin Beisheng left, his sleeves fluttering in irritation.
Xu Zimei didn’t bother with much else. In the afternoon, there was already stirring within Xu Zimei’s True Fate World.
When he arrived in the True Fate World, the Lord of Hell Bai Changfeng had been waiting for a long time.
"My Lord, I’ve asked everything. He has told all that he could," Bai Changfeng reported.
When Xu Zimei saw Yang Cheng again, the latter had been tortured to the point where he was almost unrecognizable.
His flesh and skin were burst open.