Chapter 1189: T8-Level Law Phantasm? Not That Impressive!

Not long after the Ninth Prince Di Er and his party arrived, Xu Jingming's figure slowly appeared at the transmission point in the spectator stands.

He stood tall and straight, his black hair like ink, his cold, stern face showing not the slightest emotional ripple.

The moment he appeared, he immediately drew the attention of nearby Sacred Land members.

"That's Xu Jingming? He doesn't look particularly special."

"Hmph, a native who hasn't even condensed a Law Phantasm dares challenge the imperial family's dignity? How presumptuous!"

"Never mind that—his appearance is quite handsome."

"......"

The spectator stands buzzed with murmurs; most people looked at Xu Jingming with disdain.

In terms of talent, Xu Jingming was indeed top-tier.

But he was still from a native planet and had not yet condensed a Law Phantasm.

He'd likely need another one or two centuries to reach the normal combat level of a Level 1 genius within the Sacred Land.

In their eyes, the outcome of this battle was already sealed.

"Xu Jingming, over here!"

From a front-row seat in the stands, Raymon waved and called out.

At over five meters tall, even without standing, his mere wave made him highly visible among the spectators.

Xu Jingming complied without hesitation and walked toward Raymon.

Senior Brother Jace had also come to watch the match.

But he wasn't here—he was seated in the Sacred Land's dedicated instructor section.

After approaching, Xu Jingming saw a tall woman sitting beside Raymon.

She had a delicate oval face, exquisite features, and breathtaking beauty.

Dressed in a crimson battle armor, her figure was graceful and alluring.

But what caught Xu Jingming's attention most wasn't her appearance or figure—it was her eyes.

They were an uncommon crimson gaze.

Unlike the blood-red, violent eyes of ferocious beasts.

These crimson eyes were crystal-clear, like a pair of rubies.

"Let me introduce you—this is my senior sister, Lu Yunji," Raymon said with a smile.

"Senior sister, hello. I'm Xu Jingming," Xu Jingming nodded in greeting.

"I know you—you used my junior brother to make the Immortal God glance down. You've got a bit of cleverness."

Lu Yunji crossed her arms, a sharp glint flashing in her crimson eyes:

"But the Ninth Prince's group isn't something you can handle. Before the match starts, get your teacher to intervene."

"My senior sister is blunt by nature, but what she says is true."

Raymon also chimed in thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your concern."

Xu Jingming smiled faintly, "But I'm determined to win this battle."

"Oh? So you've already prepared a trump card?"

Raymon raised an eyebrow, and Lu Yunji's crimson eyes flickered with surprise.

To become a disciple of the Immortal God, Xu Jingming couldn't possibly be a fool.

To say this meant he truly believed he could win.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Xu Jingming grinned, offering no further explanation.

'A prodigy from a native planet actually believes he can defeat a veteran Level 1 genius? Interesting...'

Lu Yunji's beautiful eyes subtly gleamed with intrigue as she observed Xu Jingming's reaction.

She had originally only come here to accompany Raymon and was about to leave.

Now, she wanted to see where Xu Jingming's confidence truly came from.

Half an hour passed quickly when a brilliant flash suddenly erupted from the center of the arena.

The Ninth Prince Di Er appeared there.

He wore a luxurious golden robe, his handsome face bearing a gentle smile, radiating immense charm.

But Xu Jingming, disgusted by the imperial family's actions, wanted to punch that face into pulp.

He hated hypocrites like him most.

The imperial family was clearly at fault, yet they pretended to be the victims.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to watch."

Di Er's voice echoed across the entire square, "Today's battle concerns the dignity of the imperial family. Xu Jingming, are you ready?"

He looked toward Xu Jingming in the stands, but Xu Jingming did not answer.

Boom!!

He leapt hundreds of meters into the air and landed directly on the arena.

Seeing this, the Ninth Prince's eyes flashed with coldness, but he quickly resumed his smile:

"Good! Bold! Bazzel, it's your turn!"

A figure leapt from the imperial family's seating area and landed steadily on the opposite side of the arena, roughly three hundred kilometers from Xu Jingming.

He was massively built, his short black hair standing rigid like steel needles.

He wore silver battle armor, two giant swords crossed on his back, radiating a sharp, piercing aura.

"Both sides, prepare! The match begins now!"

As the Ninth Prince Di Er finished speaking, his figure vanished instantly from the center of the arena.

On the arena, Basil erupted suddenly!

Boom—!!

Golden and earth-yellow light burst forth simultaneously from his body!

The sharpness of the Metal domain and the heaviness of the Earth domain fused perfectly, forming a unique domain space around him.

Metal and Earth—dual domains fused perfectly at this moment!

"No wonder he's a veteran Level 1 genius; this dual domain is flawless."

"He didn't even activate his Phantasm right away—Basil Prince must still be too kind-hearted."

"Who could disagree?"

"......"

A wave of astonished exclamations rose from the spectator seats.

Though there were many playboys in the imperial family, Basil was undeniably a genuine Level 1 genius.

"Xu Jingming, I'll make you regret insulting the imperial family!"

Basil let out a cold snort, gripping the two massive swords now held behind his back.

The blades trembled, emitting a piercing hum.

In the next instant, his burly form became a blur as he charged toward Xu Jingming.

He followed the path of the martial artist; close-quarters combat was his strength, evident from the weapons he wielded.

Yet at that very moment, Xu Jingming across from him moved too!

Boom—rumble—!!!

Deafening thunder suddenly exploded through heaven and earth!

Pitch-black Doushen Shenlei surged forth from Xu Jingming's body like a furious dragon, instantly engulfing the entire arena!

Each bolt of lightning carried annihilating power; where it passed, space itself twisted!

More terrifying still, within this pitch-black lightning, lurked terrifying annihilating energy!

The two terrifying forces intertwined, forming a destructive domain of lightning with a diameter exceeding dozens of kilometers!

Within the lightning domain, countless tiny spatial fissures flickered in and out, as if even the void were about to be torn apart!

"This... what kind of lightning is this?!"

"Such terrifying pressure! Is this the dual domain of Lightning and Annihilation?"

"In terms of domain strength alone, Xu Jingming may not be inferior to Basil!"

"......"

The spectator seats erupted in a chorus of shocked cries.

Even Raymon was momentarily stunned.

During the evaluation, Xu Jingming's Lightning domain had been merely the eighth level.

How had it already reached the eleventh level in less than half a month?

Even he, with the Flame Law Seed enhancing him, had not yet broken through his own Flame domain.

Shhh—

Basil's forward charge halted abruptly; for the first time, a Solemn expression appeared on his face.

He felt his dual domain being violently eroded by this annihilating lightning force!

"Intelligence was wrong: Xu Jingming's Annihilation domain is indeed fifth level, but his Lightning domain is eleventh!"

Pressure!

Basil felt crushing pressure!

"I didn't plan to use my Phantasm—but you forced me!"

Basil drew a deep breath, then his burly body shuddered violently.

Golden and Earth energy within him erupted like a volcano!

Boom—!!

The entire arena trembled violently as a dull earth-yellow aura suddenly appeared behind him.

T8 Phantasm: Golden Mountain Imprisoning Hell Phantasm!

Though he had not yet reached the realm capable of manifesting the true Phantasm body.

Yet as soon as the Phantasm emerged, his aura surged violently!

But in the next instant, a cold, indifferent voice came from across the arena:

"T8 Phantasm? Not impressive at all."