Chapter 263: The Formidable Bai Li Ming

Bai Li Ming stared at Hou Zuo, and Hou Zuo also noticed him.

"Do you want to reap the fisherman's profit?"

Hou Zuo laughed loudly, "Can't get a satisfying fight with those people, Bai Li Ming! Come down for a battle!"

Bai Li Ming bowed, "Daoist Friend, don't you need to recover a bit? It looks like the consumption is quite heavy."

"No need."

Hou Zuo's voice boomed like thunder, "In a true life‑or‑death battle, the opponent probably won't wait for you to recover; giving it your all is the only…"

"Puff!"

The words cut off abruptly; Hou Zuo's pupils contracted sharply, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and it felt as if ten hundred thousand mountains pressed on his head.

Bai Li Ming, at an unknown moment, descended from the mountain peak and landed above his head.

Even though he prepared in an instant, that terrifying pressure still made it hard for him to resist, his legs trembling.

Bai Li Ming's calm voice rang in his ears.

"Since Daoist Friend Hou Zuo said so, I will no longer be modest."

Boom!

As the sentence fell, Hou Zuo felt the pressure surge again, his six arms as if about to be broken.

"What a fast speed!"

"What a strong force!"

"In the rule‑bound micro‑world, does breaking space have no warning? Is this Bai Li Ming's true power?"

Hou Zuo's proud Physical Body strength now seemed so pale and powerless.

"I haven't lost yet!"

He clenched his teeth tightly; another cluster of witch sigils lit up on his blood‑soaked body.

"Thunder Ancestor Witch, Strong Good Pattern!"

"I'll strike you dead!"

Hou Zuo had to admit Bai Li Ming's strength, and also despised the fellow's scheming.

He had only been polite, assuming Bai Li Ming would display the unparalleled Heavenly Pride demeanor and let him recover, but…

Boom!

Above the sky, a sudden thunderbolt crashed down.

Bai Li Ming looked up, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes, "Thunder Arts? I know that too."

"Nine Skies Divine Thunder!"

"Fall!"

Rumble—

More thunder gathered, and the Heavenly Dome seemed to spawn a sea of thunder; violet lightning bombarded the entire central area.

The geniuses watching from afar stared at the sky's thunder in horror.

Finally they understood what it means for Deities to fight and Mortals to suffer.

"Puff! Cough—"

At the center of the thunder sea, Hou Zuo was even more gruesome, his body blasted black, and his morale was also struck down.

This gap…

It's unavoidably huge.

He had thought he was a bit behind Bai Li Ming, but not by much, at least enough for a chance to contend.

Now it seemed the opponent's strength was far above his.

"I'm defeated."

Seeing more and more geniuses eliminated, the micro‑world's remaining count fell below ten, and Hou Zuo immediately gave up resistance.

He let his body be damaged, triggering a protection mechanism, and left this stifling place.

…

On Yun Tai.

Lin Chuan, who had witnessed the whole process, smiled, "It seems Bai Li Ming is stronger than I imagined; defeating Hou Zuo didn't require much strength."

Even though this battle had the suspicion of a 'surprise attack'.

But when the fight truly began, Bai Li Ming could still easily crush Hou Zuo.

"Not bad, not bad."

Lin Chuan naturally hoped for more geniuses, so that when facing Black Mist in the future there would be a sliver more chance of victory.

His mindset had long ceased to focus on contention.

Instead, there was a rising sense of satisfaction as a senior watching juniors battle passionately.

Time kept flowing.

The contests in other micro‑worlds were also gradually determining winners and losers.

Meng Ziyin of the Vast Boundless Sect, You Jingming of the Lone Lamp Sword Sect, Qin Yan of Eclipse Sun Valley, Fang Ling of the Wind Frost Pavilion, and the Yin Zhai Kun Seventeen all secured victory with a crushing style.

Bai Miao Miao of the Qingqiu Fox Clan faced some obstacles, yet also miraculously became the final winner.

She claimed the most Heavenly Pride Points, taking first place.

Princess Yun Lian of the Cloud Kingdom met a formidable opponent, a one‑armed swordsman, who, like Lin Chuan, also participated in the battle as a free cultivator.

In the end, the one‑armed swordsman defeated Yun Lian, becoming, besides Lin Chuan, another non‑superpower that claimed the top spot in the ultimate death‑match.

Thus, only one micro‑world remained in contention.

Time had already reached more than eleven months.

Only a little over twenty days remain until the competition deadline, and in this state the Shadow Creatures have become so powerful that even the legendary Third Realm has spawned a dozen or so of them,

They are continuously charging toward the highest peak of the central region.

On the highest peak of the central region, three figures are mutually restraining each other, fighting in a deadlock.

The most watched, naturally, is the seed prodigy Nangong Ya from the super power Azure Abyss.

At this moment, Nangong Ya's expression is extremely grim, their eyes scanning back and forth at the two major rivals.

"What a misfortune!"

"Is the sphere of all beings truly fair? Could it be deliberately playing with me?"

"Both top geniuses from first‑tier forces have run into me?"

As a seed prodigy of a super power, Nangong Ya is intimately familiar with all the intelligence.

Among the seed prodigies of first‑tier forces, only three could contend with her, and two of them have already collided with her?

"Heavenly Autumn Palace! Ye Chen."

"Quiet Benevolent Court! Jing Ying."

Both are formidable opponents.

With the three parties mutually restraining each other, it further prevents her strength from fully manifesting.

If it were a one‑on‑one battle without hesitation, she is confident she could win.

"The tide of shadow life is drawing ever nearer."

"If we keep dragging this out, the situation will become increasingly unstable; if we end up third in the elimination, the sect's reputation will be completely ruined by me."

In his memory, throughout the ages of prodigy battles, no super‑genius has ever taken such a humiliating rank in a multi‑person fight.

"Waiting for the chance."

Nangong Ya maintains a defensive posture.

"When the shadow life approaches and they lose their formation, I will unleash all my power and surely claim victory."

The situation thus fell into a stalemate.

The three top geniuses each guard a side; as the number of shadow lives keeps rising, the Tribe of the Spirits they can draw upon dwindles.

The opportunities to act consequently decrease, making the three increasingly cautious and unwilling to act rashly.

"Husband, you're watching with such enthusiasm."

In his ear, a faint voice whispered, Ye Xue smiled wryly and said, "Husband, do you think Nangong Ya is good‑looking?"

"She's far less attractive than my Xue'er."

Lin Chuan reacted instantly.

In comparison, Nangong Ya is naturally not as good as Ye Xue.

Ye Xue made a teasing remark, then returned to the main topic, "I don't know why, but I always have an ominous foreboding in my heart."

"It's fine."

Lin Chuan soothed, "It's nothing."

Since the shadow life appeared, the ladies' moods have been rather uneasy.

After all, having endured the terrifying Black Mist and witnessed its primordial horror, those things are far beyond what this group of young geniuses can compare to.

In the small world, the tide of shadow life has already surged to the foot of the highest peak in the central region.

Nangong Ya, Ye Chen, and Jing Ying, the three top geniuses, moved simultaneously.

At that moment, Nangong Ya's complexion changed abruptly.

At this crucial moment, Ye Chen and Jing Ying unexpectedly coordinated, choosing to join forces and charge at her together.

"Hmph! No one will have it easy."

A flash of malice flickered in Nangong Ya's eyes; her palace skirt fluttered, and two streaks of light suddenly burst from within her long sleeves.