Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 764: Crushing the First Battle, All Walks of Life

Buzz!

Lu Zhiyi’s Aura suddenly surged.

Five-colored light gushed from his body, condensing into five rotating light spheres beside him.

Green, red, yellow, white, and black, corresponding respectively to the Five Elements of Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water.

The five light spheres slowly rotated around him, drawing each other behind his back and transforming into a massive phantom.

It was a massive Dharma Idol, with his entire body enveloped in a five-colored halo.

“The Five Elements cycle, generating and overcoming each other in harmony.”

Lu Zhiyi’s voice echoed across the wasteland, carrying a confidence of certain victory.

“I originally wanted to save this move for the Heaven-Grade seeds. However, you are worthy of me using it early.”

The ground trembled, and a suffocating pressure filled the air, as if a supreme deity had appeared between heaven and earth.

Standing not far away, Han Xuanji’s robes fluttered wildly, stirred by this Aura, but his figure remained completely motionless.

Han Xuanji looked at the tall phantom of the Dharma Idol, his expression remaining calm.

This power was indeed decent, but in his eyes, this level of utilizing the Five Elements was nothing more than child’s play.

If he wanted to, he could have resolved the fight in a single move long ago.

He only wanted to see what kind of strength the outside Prodigies actually possessed.

Looking at it now…

It seemed… not worth mentioning.

With a thought, Han Xuanji raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

A pale golden light condensed in his palm.

A domineering and peerless Aura erupted from his body.

That Aura was so powerful that even the giant figure in the sky trembled because of it.

Almost in an instant, Lu Zhiyi could feel a fatal threat.

Before he could even react.

Han Xuanji looked up at him, without a shred of pity in his eyes.

Clenching his fist, his speed reached the absolute limit, leaving only afterimages in the Void Realm as his physical body appeared directly in front of Lu Zhiyi.

Because the laws of time and space were not bound like they were in the outside world, his figure left no trace in the air.

Lu Zhiyi only felt a cold killing intent completely locking down his movements, blocking all paths of retreat.

He had no time to think and shielded his chest with both hands.

The massive Five Elements Dharma Idol also moved to protect its master.

Yet Han Xuanji had no reservations whatsoever.

He punched.

Creation Divine Fist.

In the next second, The defense of the Five Elements Dharma Idol collided with Han Xuanji’s fist, and a dazzling light flared up, seemingly trying to block the attack.

But it only held on for a few breaths.

The Five Elements Dharma Idol collapsed instantly, like a collapsing snow mountain, except what fell were waves of light.

Pfft!

Lu Zhiyi trembled all over, looking down at the fist imprint on his chest, then slowly raised his head to meet Han Xuanji’s calm gaze.

In those handsome eyes, there was no joy of victory, no killing intent, only a calmness like stagnant water.

As if he had merely stepped on an ant by the roadside without a second thought.

It was precisely this casualness that made Lu Zhiyi feel an immense humiliation.

“You…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the fragments of the Five Elements Dharma Idol scattered like snowflakes in the Void Realm. The defense that Lu Zhiyi had condensed with his entire lifetime’s cultivation was as fragile as a paper lantern under Han Xuanji’s single punch, utterly unable to withstand a blow.

Han Xuanji withdrew his fist; he did not continue to attack, as there was no longer any need.

Lu Zhiyi stood in place, trembling all over, looking down at the fist imprint on his chest, then slowly raised his head to look into Han Xuanji’s calm eyes.

“You…”

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words could leave his lips, a violent power exploded within his body.

It was the Profound Heaven Power that Han Xuanji had injected into his body. He had forced himself to suppress it just now, but at this moment, it could no longer be contained, rushing into his limbs and bones like a bursting dam.

That power was too overbearing and unreasonable, unlike anything he had ever seen before.

The Five Elements Dao Laws he believed to be incredibly powerful were utterly fragile before it, like a mantis trying to stop a carriage, collapsing instantly upon contact.

His Meridians were rupturing inch by inch.

Lu Zhiyi let out a roar, a sound mixed with agony and a deep sense of helplessness.

He wanted to gather another thread of spiritual power, wanting to hold on for one more breath, but his body no longer obeyed his commands.

In the next instant, a white light enveloped him.

The rules of the yingtian mirror took effect.

When a contestant’s injuries reached a life-threatening level, they would be automatically teleported out.

The white light dissipated.

Lu Zhiyi’s figure disappeared from the Mirror World.

Peace returned to the wasteland, leaving only Han Xuanji. He stood by the edge of the crater, his robes fluttering slightly, his expression as normal as ever.

It was as if the battle just now was merely a warm-up.

Outside, in the spectator stands.

Wang Ping sprang up from his seat, his fists swinging with vigorous wind, the expression on his face shifting from tension to ecstasy so quickly it was jaw-dropping.

“He won! Brother Han won! With a single punch!”

His voice was so loud that the entire spectator stands could hear it. The surrounding Qianhun City Cultivators turned to look one after another; some cheered along, while others had complex expressions on their faces.

Hun Qianling also stood up, the smile on the corners of her lips impossible to suppress.

“One punch… He only used one punch.”

Hun Jiuge muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

The scene of Han Xuanji swiftly ending the battle was also witnessed by many Qianhun City Cultivators. After all, this speed might have been even faster than the moves of those Heaven-Grade seeds.

“What kind of fist technique was that? It looks a bit familiar.”

“Who cares what fist technique it is, he won anyway!”

“Haha, are the people from Cangyue City really this weak?”

Laughter and chatter intertwined, pushing the atmosphere of the spectator stands to a climax. Originally, the Cultivators of Qianhun City had been somewhat suffocated by the arrogance of the outside Prodigies over the past few days, and now they had finally found an outlet to vent.

Meanwhile, the Cultivators from Cangyue City and other major cities fell much quieter.

Their gazes fell upon the light screen, upon Han Xuanji, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

“Two exchanges… No, strictly speaking, just one exchange. Lu Zhiyi launched a sneak attack first and missed. Han Xuanji countered, and it ended in a single punch.”

“That Lu Zhiyi is no nobody. Among the many Earth-Grade seeds, he can be considered to be at the top. Logically speaking, he should have had the strength to put up a fight even against a Heaven-Grade seed contestant, right?”

“Just what is the background of this Han Xuanji?”

“A Qianhun City Genius is nothing to write home about in the provincial city… But now it seems we misjudged him.”

At this moment on the high platform, Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan’s face looked rather unsightly. He sat upright behind the green jade table, holding a teacup in his hand but not drinking from it.

His gaze fell on the name that had disappeared from the light screen.

The subtle glances from around him made him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

In particular, the undisguised laughter and discussions of the Qianhun City Cultivators entered his ears word for word.

Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan took a deep breath, the expression on his face shifting completely in an instant. None of those who had lived to his age were simple characters.

Losing face was one thing, but if he couldn’t even keep his composure over this, that would be the real joke.

Hun Qianxue sat beside him, the corner of his mouth curving slightly.

He did not say any sarcastic words, but he did not deliberately hide his emotions either.

He raised his teacup, took a light sip, withdrew his gaze from the light screen, and looked at Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan, his tone perfectly calm.

“Brother Jiang, victory and defeat are common in battle, there is no need to take it to heart. This child does have talent, but he simply lacks experience. When facing a truly formidable enemy, he panicked for a moment and failed to display his full strength. Polish him well upon your return, and he will surely become a great figure in the future.”