Chapter 937

"Senior Tang Yu has demonstrated absolute power—he is the supreme genius of our True Gang Great World, far stronger than Zhang Boyu of our True Gang Great World. Rumors say Senior Tang Yu traveled beyond the realms and acquired the ancient Gufu Sect's supreme divine art; aside from our True Gang Great World's Great True Gang Art, he has cultivated several great Dao arts of the Fomen: the Great Thousand Dao Art, the Great Jin Gang Art, the Great Fan Qi Art, and even gained other rare encounters, obtaining the Great Wang Ba Art, which he cultivated to become invincible under his fists!"

"Senior Tang, you are invincible! Bring us the True Gang Great World unparalleled glory!"

Disciples from the True Gang Great World all roared in unison, cheering and encouraging their senior.

Disciples from the Shengguang Great World and Kanlishen Great World, upon seeing Tang Yu's divine fists, wore expressions of concern—his divine fists were too hard; they even felt that even a Mid-Grade Dao Artifact could not withstand a single punch from Tang Yu.

This punch was too mighty, too grand, too majestic; where his fists passed, whirlwinds surged, and even space seemed to warp. Upon the divine fist hovered golden heavenly guardians, each clad in golden armor, chanting loudly in Sanskrit, elevating Tang Yu's aura as if he were a mighty Jin Gang.

Between each punch, countless golden-armored heavenly deities, the size of thumbs, swirled in the punch's wind, as if capable of flattening ancient divine mountains.

This technique revealed absolute brute force.

Facing such overwhelming force, Fang Yu's expression remained unchanged; his body moved, and his massive hand slammed forward—this hand bore countless chaotic vortices, the power of Heaven, great life, great soul, and many Dao arts flowing beneath chaotic energy, crashing forward with full force.

Boom—boom—boom…

Thunderous crashes echoed as Fang Yu's palm collided violently with Tang Yu's divine fist; the peerless genius of the True Gang Great World was instantly blasted backward, cracks appearing on his explosive muscular frame, blood spewing from his mouth.

He was directly repelled.

What kind of divine art is this?

"Such immense power—your physical strength surpasses even mine! Terrifying, truly terrifying! I've gained countless rare encounters in my travels, even acquired the ancient Gufu Sect's Great Fan Qi Art, yet I still cannot match you. Fine—I concede this duel. Friend, should you ever visit the True Gang Great World, I shall seek your guidance then!"

Instantly repelled, the True Gang Great World's peerless genius wore an expression of disbelief, then crushed his token, voluntarily surrendering.

"This peerless genius is actually polite—I'd rather fight him to the death and seize his Dao arts…"

Fang Yu, seeing this True Gang Great World cultivator surrender outright, didn't know what to say.

He had expected the man might cheat—perhaps ambush him with a High-Grade Dao Artifact when unprepared—but the man surrendered immediately after losing the strength contest. It seemed virtuous, yet he could no longer obtain the man's many Dao arts.

The Great Thousand Dao Art? The Great Fan Qi Art?

What kind of Dao art was that?

He had never heard of it before, but just from the name, it sounded like a Fomen Dao art.

Of Fomen Dao arts, the one he'd heard most of was the Great Universal Salvation Art; besides that, there was the Great Liberation Art, the Great Deliverance Art, the Great Debate Art—and the most powerful Fomen Dao art was the Great Karma Art.

Now here was the Great Fan Qi Art—but Fang Yu could not obtain it.

"This matter requires careful planning. His character seems decent—perhaps I should visit the True Gang Great World someday."

After exiting the God War Arena, Fang Yu returned to his seat and rested.

At the very top of the God War Arena, the Shengjifeng Master wore a faint smile.

"Elder Ancestors, now bring forth your treasures. Ancestor Xuan Zhong, you spent millennia refining the High-Grade Dao Artifact Sacred Spirit Pearl; and Elder Wu Gu, I'll gladly accept your Wu Wang Flag."

The Shengjifeng Master's gaze turned to Ancestor Xuan Zhong of the Shengguang Great World, then to Elder Wu Gu of the Wuwang Great World and other Ancestors, urging them to hand over their refined High-Grade Dao Artifacts.

These Ancestors were all cultivators beyond Life Cultivation Stage Five—Creation Realm—and could indeed refine High-Grade Dao Artifacts. Under the watchful eyes of all, they reluctantly produced their treasures, each heart bleeding.

A High-Grade Dao Artifact could be refined, yes—but not easily. Each had spent millennia crafting just one, and now, having lost the bet, it was gone.

They still felt deep pain.

The Shengjifeng Master, having acquired several High-Grade Dao Artifacts, was in high spirits and grew even more satisfied with Fang Yu as his disciple.

In that brief moment, on another dueling ground, Fang Qingxue and Gu Dao had already determined their victor—without doubt, Fang Qingxue won. Her cultivation base had reached the peak of Life Cultivation Stage Two—Immortal Body—and she had cultivated the Lesser Destiny Art; Gu Dao stood no chance against her.

Of course, they did not fight to the death, but stopped at a decisive point.

The top three names were now revealed.

Fang Yu, Fang Qingxue, and the bye recipient, Xuan Ting.

This time, Xuan Ting could no longer receive a bye—he must fight. It was an ancient rule, to ensure fairness.

Otherwise, if he kept receiving byes until the end, where would fairness lie?

Now, this genius of the Shengguang Great World must face either Fang Yu or Fang Qingxue.

"Senior Sister Qingxue, will you fight or shall I?"

Fang Yu was curious.

Drawing lots was also a matter of fortune.

"It makes no difference."

Fang Qingxue's expression remained calm, uttering a few words.

"That's true. Senior Sister Qingxue is right."

Fang Yu nodded and drew his lot.

The result: Fang Qingxue received a bye.

That meant Fang Yu must fight the Shengguang Great World's peerless genius first, then face Fang Qingxue to determine the champion.

"So it's a climb all the way to the top."

Seeing this, Fang Yu stepped forward and arrived on the dueling ground.

His opponent, Xuan Ting of the Shengguang Great World, also arrived on the dueling ground.

"This is the final three's clash! The peerless genius of the Shengguang Great World, Xuan Ting, versus Fang Yu of the Kanlishen Great World!"

"Who will win? But no matter how you look, Xuan Ting is at a disadvantage—even if he defeats Fang Yu, he must still face Fang Qingxue, and she's no easy opponent!"

"Hmph! My Senior Brother Xuan Ting of the Shengguang Great World is invincible! He is of the Xuan Clan—his ancestral ancestor is a Void Immortal! A Void Immortal! With a Void Immortal Ancestor cultivating him, who could possibly stand against him?"

"Oh? So what if his clan has a Void Immortal? Does he dare to act recklessly in our Kanlishen Great World's God War Arena? Our Kanlishen Sect may lack many things, but we have dozens of Void Immortal Ancestors—and even true Immortal elders exist. Rumors say the deepest depths of our Kanlishen Sect hold a Celestial Immortal Ancestor. Within this God War Arena, even a Void Immortal cannot act freely!"

"Damn it! Your Kanlishen Great World ranks thirteenth, while ours ranks tenth—how dare you speak so boldly? Our Senior Brother Xuan Ting is invincible!"

"Not necessarily! Our Senior Brother Fang Yu is truly invincible!"

On every seat in the God War Arena, disciples debated fiercely—especially those from the Kanlishen Great World and the Shengguang Great World, who were most excited and heated. As they argued, tempers flared, nearly sparking a brawl.

But the few Ancestors atop the God War Arena released a sliver of their aura, instantly snapping the disciples back to their senses.

They remembered: this grand battle unfolded under the watch of many Ancestors—above them sat Ancestors of Life Cultivation Stage Five—Creation Realm, Stage Six—Heavenly Position Realm, Stage Seven, Stage Eight. They could not act recklessly.

"Who wins or loses no longer concerns us."

The old ancestors from the Grand Wuji World and the Grand Zhengang World found it rather tasteless, even somewhat irritating — by the time the top three of the Four Great Worlds' competition were reached, there was no longer any place for them to take part, which was truly a bit of a disgrace.

All the disciples they had painstakingly trained over the past thousand years had come here only to embarrass themselves.

"If only this Fang Yu were one of ours — how wonderful that would be."

Some old ancestors even entertained such a thought.

And amid the buzz of discussion, the semifinal showdown officially began!