Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

In the sky above the ninth mountain peak.

Swarms of Flying Eagles and Larks clashed in a chaotic fray, their sharp cries unending, the slaughter ceaseless.

Broken feathers drifted down from the sky one after another, tattered and torn, like tears of blood.

But what was even more astonishing was that this time, it wasn’t just the Larks advancing in formation; the Flying Eagles had also formed a military battle line.

To the mild surprise of the onlookers, the Flying Eagle Group didn’t scatter at the Larks’ first charge like they had last time.

On the contrary, the Flying Eagle Group actually launched a counteroffensive, their do-or-die momentum putting so much pressure on the Larks that they could hardly breathe!

"So this is why you gave up the Fire Eagles for White Feathered Eagles. It does make some sense."

Sen Yuanyuan’s bright eyes blinked as she understood the true meaning behind it.

Although the Fire Eagle was a superior substitute for the White Feathered Eagle, covering almost every one of its functions...

...the White Feathered Eagle had one advantage—or rather, a disadvantage that could be used as such: they weren’t very smart. They generally relied more on physical strength than Bloodline Power.

This was something the Fire Eagles couldn’t compare to.

Powerful Fierce Beasts had their uses, and so did stupid ones!

At this moment, eight White Feathered Eagle leaders were each leading their own flock into battle.

Orange-yellow flashes of light flickered across the sky, like brilliant fireworks exploding.

But in the next instant, a rain of blood sprayed across the firmament, and mutilated bodies plummeted to the earth.

"It’s only been a few days, but he’s changed so much. It’s like he’s a completely different person." Zhang Chi was shocked and hurriedly changed his tactics.

The Larks cried out, breaking formation into a starburst pattern to fight individually.

In an instant, countless small gusts of wind rose up, threatening to converge into a massive hurricane, kicking up sand and stones that obscured everyone’s vision.

"I’m not some clueless rookie," Fang Yang said with a faint smile, his ten fingers flying through a series of hand seals beneath his wide robes.

In response, the Flying Eagles’ eyes turned blood-red as they entered a berserk state.

This was a forbidden technique from the Slave Spirit Skill, one that squeezed out their life essence and physical potential.

Fang Yang had once planned to use this move against Dongfang Moran’s flock of Nian He.

But he had been forced to stop due to some unforeseen circumstances.

Now that this forbidden technique was unleashed, its extraordinary nature was on full display.

One by one, the Flying Eagles swelled in size as if they had consumed a potent elixir, their feathers growing lustrous and their bodies taut with power.

Then, they charged barbarically into the gusts of wind, making a beeline for the Larks and adopting a strategy of trading one for one!

SPLATTER...

It was as if a rain of bloody figures was falling from the sky, constantly battering the earth.

Seeing this, Zhang Chi had no choice but to change his formation again.

But no matter how he changed it, he was still being firmly suppressed.

At this moment, facing this unfamiliar, god-of-slaughter-like version of "Fang Nian," the crowd could only stare, dumbfounded.

"Big Brother, he’s so strong," Sen Suiliu said, her mouth slightly agape.

"Keep suppressing him. Don’t get careless. Whatever you do, don’t get careless," Sen Yuanyuan said, her palms sweating.

Even Elder Ying turned his gaze to the domineering figure of Fang Yang, who moved across the battlefield unopposed.

For a mere Tier Two Cultivator to display such flair was truly remarkable, and Elder Ying found it incredibly interesting.

In the sky.

The screams were endless.

For every three Flying Eagles that fell, two Larks fell with them.

Fang Yang had a thousand Flying Eagles, while Zhang Chi had only five hundred Larks.

A three-to-two loss ratio was clearly unacceptable for Zhang Chi.

If this continued, he would really be defeated in a comeback by Fang Yang!

Fortunately, this ninth mountain peak was different from the other eight: the Trialists could personally enter the fight.

By the same token, the examiner could enter the fight as well!

"ROAR—"

In an instant, the hundred-foot-tall illusion of a Thunder Sparrow appeared behind Zhang Chi, spreading its wings to soar high.

One moment, he was like a frail scholar.

The next, he had transformed directly into a terrifying Fierce Beast bathed in lightning.

His vital energy surged, Evil Qi shot to the heavens, and lightning crackled around him. A powerful pressure erupted from his body, and the swirling airflow was so intense it pulverized nearby rocks into dust.

"I won’t bully you. We’ll set a ten-move limit. If I can’t beat you by then, I’ll admit defeat," Zhang Chi said, his voice a low, beastly growl.

Power erupted from his feet as he shot forward, moving so fast he left a purple afterimage in the air.

Such power was so immense that even through the Light Mirror, one could feel a chill and a great sense of pressure.

The faces of the group of youths who had not yet reached Enlightenment changed drastically.

’A ten-move limit? If you can’t beat me, you’ll admit defeat?’

The roiling thunder and soul-shaking Evil Qi completely ignited the Fire Eagle Illusion behind Fang Yang, and it seemed to ignite his heroic spirit as well.

But what truly ignited Fang Yang’s heroic spirit were Zhang Chi’s words.

Just as Zhang Chi lunged, Fang Yang’s own vital energy erupted violently. Wrapped in raging Fierce Flames, it was like a volcanic eruption or the bursting of a great dam, releasing an incomparably brilliant light.

The Fire Eagle Illusion spread its wings to their full extent and let out a wild, piercing cry!

[Celestial Eagle Cross Spear]

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fang Yang faced Zhang Chi’s attack not by retreating, but by advancing.

He met fist with fist in a direct, head-on confrontation.

Before their fists even met, the Fire Eagle Illusion and the Thunder Sparrow illusion collided first.

As the two illusions ground against each other, flames and lightning rained down like a storm, lashing backward furiously.

BOOM—

A massive sound, as if the void itself was tearing, shook the surroundings.

The ground for hundreds of feet around the two of them was torn asunder as if an earth dragon had turned over, collapsing into dust.

Immediately following was a billow of gray smoke that rose up, obscuring their figures and hiding them from sight.

The next moment, however, a figure was sent flying out, spitting blood.

He crashed straight into the mountain wall with an earth-shaking impact, creating a pool of blood where he landed.

Who was it?

The crowd stared at the unmoving figure, hesitant and confused.

Most of them simply refused to believe that the defeated one could be Zhang Chi.

"Ten moves? One move."

Fang Yang’s expression was calm as he slowly walked out from the gray smoke.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the hem of his robes to flutter.

His nonchalant demeanor instantly sent the entire crowd into an uproar.

No one could have ever imagined that he could actually pull off a comeback against Zhang Chi, and in such an effortless manner.

"That’s just ridiculous."

"Who would’ve thought... his skill in the Dao of Servitude was his weakest point. Zhang Chi really asked for it by fighting him head-on."

"A disciple of a Saint... I’m so envious..."

The group of youths gazed at the incredibly suave figure in the Light Mirror, their hearts filled with yearning.

What had just happened was something no one could have anticipated.

Some might have guessed that Zhang Chi would lose, but definitely not like this!

"Big Brother, he’s so amazing, so amazing," Sen Suiliu said, her eyes filled with shock.

Sen Yuanyuan’s eyes narrowed into a smile. "I knew you could do it. I just knew it."

"Impressive? He is indeed," Elder Ying said, stroking his beard and nodding.

To be able to defeat Zhang Chi despite being in a lower realm was quite impressive.

Even though most of Zhang Chi’s combat power was tied to the Dao of Servitude, this only served to highlight how skilled "Fang Nian" was.

’A genius disciple like this is worthy of joining my faction.’