Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

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"A breakthrough mid-battle?"

’Isn’t that Zhang Ye’s signature move? But the White Feathered Eagle does seem to be gathering fortune...’

In his ultimate move state, Fang Yang’s aura became linked with the White Feathered Eagle’s.

Thus, Fang Yang immediately sensed the transformation occurring within the eagle.

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry echoed out, shaking the surroundings.

The Fire Eagle Illusion expanded by nearly ten feet, its wings growing even larger and more profound.

The aura emanating from the White Feathered Eagle even suppressed the Electric Python’s, causing sparks to appear in the air that lingered without fading.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, not only was the White Feathered Eagle not exhausted, but it was actually mounting a comeback.

It converted all of its body’s hidden reserves into power to aid Fang Yang.

At that moment, high above the arena, an eagle struck at the sky as Fierce Flames burned the heavens!

Cry after cry accompanied the roaring, bellowing orbs of Fierce Flame from the Fire Eagle.

Fang Yang’s movements also became increasingly difficult to follow.

Fang Yang even moved so fast he left afterimages, becoming a blur to the naked eye.

In that instant, Qingmang’s expression changed drastically. His stance wavered, and he was forced to retreat explosively!

"How can this be?!" Qingmang was shocked and bewildered, and his Pet Beast, the Electric Python, was even more stunned.

Was this still a White Feathered Eagle?

Even a Fire Eagle would likely be no more powerful than this.

In fact, it would have to be a direct descendant of a Fire Eagle Ten Thousand Beasts King to possess such a majestic presence.

"Don’t even think about running!" Fang Yang said, raising an eyebrow.

The crimson battle spear in his hand erupted with an even more dazzling fiery light.

In an instant, he swung his spear, sending the orbs of Fierce Flame lunging forward at an even greater speed.

The temperature rose rapidly as gusts of wind surged in pursuit.

In a flash, the arena had practically transformed into a Sea of Fire.

Fang Yang continued his frenzied assault while Qingmang fled in a desperate, pathetic retreat.

This scene was simply beyond everyone’s imagination.

Outside the arena, it was as if the world had gone silent, filled with nothing but shock.

Unbelievable!

Completely unbelievable!

No one could have imagined that the Electric Python would be the first to show fatigue, not the White Feathered Eagle. It was just too unbelievable!

"Gasp..."

"If I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes, I’d never believe this scene was possible."

"Wait, which one has a trace of ’Thunder Drake’ blood, and which one is the ordinary Fierce Beast...?"

The crowd was a mix of silence, gasps of amazement, and joyous cheers.

Everyone was stunned by the remarkable strength the White Feathered Eagle had displayed.

Among them, Fang Xuan watched his cousin Fang Yang dominate the field, fighting with unrestrained freedom, and his heart filled with yearning.

Meanwhile, Le Shiyu saw Qingmang being forced back step by step, suffering terribly. She clenched her teeth, her heart pounding with fear.

From the beginning of the match until now, Fang Yang had held the upper hand, suppressing Qingmang on almost every front.

Even when Qingmang repeatedly launched counterattacks, Fang Yang effortlessly quashed them.

This situation completely shattered the mainstream speculation that "Qingmang had the advantage, and Fang Yang was at a disadvantage."

If things continued like this, Qingmang would be defeated without a doubt.

"AHHH—WHY ARE YOU FORCING MY HAND!!!"

Qingmang roared at the sky, his black hair whipping about wildly, his presence as imposing as an enraged lion.

Around him, the cyan lightning faded, replaced by a much stronger purple lightning. A far more lethal sense of danger emanated from him.

Immediately, the Electric Python shrieked in pain, but its illusion swelled by tens of feet, nearly blotting out the sun and casting deep shadows.

Qingmang’s aura surged violently once more, suppressing Fang Yang’s in return and causing the entire arena to tremble and threaten to collapse under the pressure.

’His vitality has been temporarily drained. What a terrifying Secret Technique. Having a living Saint Ancestor really makes a difference.’ Fang Yang’s eyes darkened as he tightened his grip on the battle spear.

In that moment, the arena was split in two.

One half was a Sea of Fire, the other a Thunder Pool.

BOOM—

Qingmang stomped his foot and instantly shot into the sky.

He seemed to be treading on thunder with every step, as if striding down from the heavens themselves.

Orb after orb of the Fire Eagle’s Fierce Flame was extinguished, devoured by the lightning with tyrannical force.

But Fang Yang had never expected to defeat Qingmang with the White Feathered Eagle alone.

’He has a sliver of the Mystical Skill of Wind and Fire Together, so it’s likely Qingmang has a similar Mystical Skill. It would be difficult to defeat a prodigy like him with just the White Feathered Eagle.’

’I originally wanted to let the White Feathered Eagle broaden its horizons, but I didn’t expect it to be the one to broaden mine, and everyone else’s.’

A slow smile appeared on Fang Yang’s lips as the crimson battle spear in his hand began to hum with power.

He was very satisfied with the White Feathered Eagle’s performance.

Now, it was time for him to settle the match for good.

"Laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!" Qingmang snarled, a laugh born of pure fury.

He violently swung his trident, and lightning erupted like a river bursting its banks, sweeping across the sky.

But Fang Yang was also swinging his crimson spear. Instantly, the spear descended with the weight of a mountain, pressing down with immense force, as dazzling and violent as a volcanic eruption or a roaring hurricane.

BOOM!

CRASH!

RUMBLE!

The spear and trident collided, unleashing a massive shockwave that instantly caused the bluestone arena to collapse amid clouds of billowing dust.

And from within the dust, a cyan figure, now covered in blood, was sent flying backward.

Qingmang!

The crowd was dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at Qingmang and the Electric Python lying in a bloody crater, frozen on the spot as if caught in an Illusion Skill.

Who was Qingmang?

He was a young prodigy who possessed the Grade-A "Electric Python Spirit Body" and was accompanied by a powerful Pet Beast, the Electric Python.

Most importantly, his Saint Ancestor was still alive, doted on him, and guided him without reservation. He was truly a phoenix among men!

Before the match, almost no one truly believed that Fang Yang could suppress Qingmang for the entire fight, beating him so thoroughly that he had no way to retaliate.

At most, people thought that even if Fang Yang won, it would only be after a bitter struggle where he paid a heavy price.

But the outcome was completely unexpected.

After all, if a young prodigy like Qingmang had been defeated by Sen Wei while being suppressed the entire time, it would have been understandable.

But the one who had suppressed him was... just Fang Yang.

Although Fang Yang was also a member of the Changkong clan, he came from the utterly declining Fang Clan.

How could Fang Yang possibly compare to Qingmang?

*Pfft—*

A mouthful of thick heart’s blood sprayed from Qingmang’s mouth.

Under the double blow, he could no longer suppress his injuries.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he went directly into shock, causing the referee to rush over.

His pathetic state after the match was a stark contrast to his dazzling entrance.

"By the Changkong Ancestor!"

"What in the world just happened?"

"That final clash between Fang Yang and Qingmang was terrifying. Are they... really at the Tier One Peak realm?"

"The champion! The champion! In the words of the Great Xuan Dynasty, he’s the Martial Champion among thousands of Cultivators! It’s terrifying!"

"No, it’s impossible! How could a guy like Fang Yang possibly defeat Qingmang..."

"Qingmang, get up, get up! I bet my entire fortune on you, you bastard!"

"That White Feathered Eagle is quite extraordinary. Perhaps White Feathered Eagles are actually a good type of Pet Beast after all."

"Fang Yang has the astonishing talent of a Dao Seed Level genius. As long as he doesn’t perish, in a hundred years, he might not become a Monarch, but there’s a good chance he could become a Dao Seed like Qingkong or Yuxuan..."

After a moment of silence, the entire venue erupted into an uproar.

The discussions spread out in all directions like a tide, the stories growing more and more exaggerated as they traveled. It was like a giant boulder had been thrown into a lake, creating massive waves that refused to subside.

"You did it, White Feathered Eagle," Seventh Uncle Fang said, deeply proud.

"A White Feathered Eagle! I want a White Feathered Eagle, too! I want one!" Fang Xuan suddenly started clamoring. He also wanted to be as extraordinary and outstanding as Fang Yang.

THWACK! Seventh Uncle Fang had rapped Fang Xuan on the forehead, making him yelp in pain.

"Don’t let the things of this world cloud your mind.

If you keep this mentality, you’ll never break through to the Tier Three realm in your life.

What you need now is to cultivate your mind. Go and plant trees for me. A White Feathered Eagle is not for you!"

Seventh Uncle Fang said in exasperation.

At this moment, Second Uncle Fang, Lu Yao, Hong Qishang, Zhang Ye, and the others were all in high spirits.

The members of the Fang Clan, in particular, were drowning in a sea of joy!

On the ruined arena stage, Fang Yang stood as straight as a spear, his crimson battle spear planted upright in the ground beside him.

The two complemented each other, giving him an extraordinary aura that showed no sign of the awkward predicament of having his True Essence depleted.

The White Feathered Eagle, meanwhile, nestled at Fang Yang’s feet, utterly exhausted.

Suddenly, Fang Yang bent down, scooped the White Feathered Eagle into his arms, and gently stroked it.

"Thank you," Fang Yang said earnestly, looking into the White Feathered Eagle’s eyes.

"SCREE~" In that instant, the White Feathered Eagle chirped joyfully, feeling that all its prior frustrations had been worth it.

The White Feathered Eagle closed its eyes and fell asleep peacefully in Fang Yang’s arms to rest and recuperate.

And Fang Yang, together with his White Feathered Eagle, basked in endless glory!