Qin Feng.

He was a peak Saint Realm Immortal Lord, and one of the strongest participants in the Immortal Realm’s camp, yet he’d been annihilated in a flash!

This bloody scene was like a punch in the gut.

Some of the onlookers were grief-stricken. Others’ hearts sank. Their first duel had ended in a loss. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

“And you thought you could take my head. You overestimate yourself!” Jin Zhong’s unbridled laughter resounded from the battlefield.

“The Immortal Realm’s Immortal Lords are worse and worse each time.” A Demon King shook his head in apparent disappointment.

“That really was quite lackluster.” Yin Beiwu furrowed his brow. “I thought that if I fought in the Immortal-Demon Deathmatch, I’d be able to fight some worthwhile opponents. If this is all they’ve got, I can’t even be bothered to fight.”

His contemptuous pride and confidence were mixed with blatantly unconcealed disappointment and disdain.

“Jin Zhong, would you like to step back and rest?” asked Yin Xiaotian.

The rules of the Immortal-Demon Deathmatch permitted combatants to step back after a victory and rest up for future bouts.

But they could also choose to keep fighting.

Jin Zhong didn’t even pause to think. “No need. I’ve yet to get my fill!”

He gazed provocatively at the Cloudy Dome Immortal Platform and said, “Who’s up next? Get down here!”

Every word was clearly intended to humiliate.

The experts of the Immortal Realm glanced at a spearman in bronze armor.

Wu Hengtong!

A mighty older-generation Immortal Lord. He’d experienced countless bloody battles, and he had an abundance of combat experience.

He was the Immortal Realm’s second combatant!

He didn’t hesitate to shoot off of the Cloudy Dome Immortal Platform.

His deep voice resounded through the air. “Martial Uncle, if I die in battle, I hope you can retrieve my bones and burry them in my hometown. I’ll… be endlessly grateful!”

The crowd was moved, and their hearts churned with emotion.

“Very well. I agree!” Immortal King Mo Yun said with staunch conviction.

He was Wu Hengtong’s martial uncle.

The second bout began shortly after.

There was no denying that Wu Hengtong was strong. He and Jin Zhong competed fiercely, and he fought without fear of death. Over the course of the battle, he accumulated increasingly severe injuries, and his armor broke in numerous places. Even his spear shattered.

But the demon Jin Zhong was piling on injuries too! This battle was simply brutal.

Alas, in the end, Wu Hengtong still lost.

Jin Zhong shattered him with a punch. His fist penetrated his chest, tearing him open with a spray of blood.

Deathly silence followed. The experts of the Immortal Realm looked grief-stricken.

“Hengtong…” Immortal King Mo Yun cried out in grief. The rims of his eyes reddened, and he clenched his fists. He was overcome with rage and hatred.

Su Yi raised his cup of wine and poured it into the dirt. He whispered to himself, “Even in death, a hero’s bones are blessed, and you’re a hero indeed. Farewell, Fellow Daoist!”

Jin Zhong of the demons of the Beyond was badly injured, so he had to step back and let someone else take his place for the third duel.

A Demon Noble called Fu Xuesheng was up next. He was a beautifully handsome man of the Floating Demons, with blue-green eyes and an unearthly air about him.

The Immortal Realm sent an Immortal Lord called Zhou Qianqiu. He was a mid-stage Immortal Lord from the Skywater Immortal Sect.

But shortly after entering the battlefield, after unleashing just three attacks, Fu Xuesheng snapped Zhou Qianqiu’s neck and reduced his body to ash!

The experts of the Immortal Realm all had incomparably unsightly looks on their faces.

Su Yi furrowed his brow. Zhou Qianqiu’s strength wasn’t top-notch by any stretch. He was far inferior to Qin Feng and Wu Hengtong.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. He fought as if he knew he was doomed. His will to fight wavered, and he was distracted and dispirited. He could barely even fight back.

An Immortal King couldn’t help but jeer. “Your Skywater Immortal Sect sure is something! You sent an Immortal Lord without the courage to fight. He was just throwing his life away!”

Many of the others’ expressions turned strange.

Many of the immortal factions feared losing their greatest Immortal Lords. Thus, they sent some of their lesser experts instead.

An Immortal King from the Skywater Immortal Sect said expressionlessly, “Zhou Qianqiu was an Immortal Lord of our sect. Given the choice, how could we have sent him into battle?”

Someone else jeered, “To the best of my knowledge, Zhou Qianqiu was from one of your subordinate factions. He only just joined the Skywater Immortal Sect’s banner. He wasn’t anyone special at all!”

When he saw that they were about to keep arguing, Garrison Master Shen Qingshi bellowed, “Stop arguing! Haven’t you embarrassed yourselves enough already?”

The crowd instantly fell silent.

Su Yi saw it all, and he couldn’t help but shake his head. The factions protecting the Seventh Gate of Heaven are increasingly pathetic!

The Skywater Immortal Sect is obviously passively avoiding battle. They don’t think we can win the Immortal-Demon Deathmatch, so they sent an Immortal Lord from their subordinate factions to die instead of one of their experts!

And I’m sure they aren’t the only ones!

Even Su Yi found this both sad and absurd. It was just a deathmatch, but it was obvious that problems had arisen in the Immortal Realm’s ranks. All of them harbored selfish thoughts!

The fourth battle was about to begin.

This time, the Immortal Realm sent Niu Mu, an older-generation Immortal Lord with a deep, firm cultivation base and an abundance of experience.

Alas, he was ultimately inferior to Fu Xuesheng, and in the end, he lost.

Fu Xuesheng stabbed him through the forehead, destroying him body and soul.

By now, the Immortal Realm had lost four bouts in a row. Everyone in the Seventh Gate of Heaven looked bleak, and their hearts were heavy.

“Is the Immortal Realm really out of people? They actually sent such a pack of pathetic losers. I’m truly disappointed!” Fu Xuesheng’s mocking laughter emanated from the battlefield. He’d just won two bouts in a row.

“Perhaps they’re just afraid! They’re too scared to fight anymore,” an elderly Demon King said expressionlessly.

“Hah! The modern-day Immortal Realm really is pathetic. Their heroes are dead, and those who remain are mere bungling clowns!”

These insults left everyone in the Seventh Gate of Heaven on the verge of exploding with anger and humiliation.

“I’ll go kill him,” someone said in a gentle voice. Yu Sheng, the beauty in a long green dress, stepped out of the crowd.

She was a representative of Clear Plain Academy, and she was fifth in line to fight.

“Be careful,” urged Madam Xiangyun.

“Mm,” said Yu Sheng. Then, she shot out of the Seventh Gate of Heaven without another word.

This Immortal Lady had a gentle, tranquil disposition, but when she stepped onto the battlefield, overflowing, valiant Haoran Qi soared into the firmament.

Boom!

Heaven and earth swayed. Fist-sized auspicious clouds clustered around her, making her seem holy and transcendent.

“Hm?” When Su Yi sensed Yu Sheng’s aura, he was instantly stunned. Eight hundred blue clouds of the Grand Dao! Shaking the firmament for thirty thousand miles! I wouldn’t have thought someone in the present-day Clear Plain Academy could practice the Classic of Blue Clouds to such heights!

Pei Hongjing had introduced Yu Sheng earlier, but Su Yi now realized that the dean had been mistaken; Yu Sheng’s strength and foundations were far beyond Nie Weirui!

The Classic of Blue Clouds was one of Clear Plain Academy’s three supreme legacies, and it was extraordinarily abstruse.

To the best of Su Yi’s knowledge, everyone capable of practicing the Classic of Blue Clouds was an extraordinary genius!

We’re finally in for a show. Su Yi’s spirits rose. The Immortal Realm had lost far too badly thus far; it was disgraceful. Just watching it left Su Yi feeling stifled.

Now that Yu Sheng had taken to the battlefield, he saw a thread of hope of turning this around!

The fifth battle started shortly after. Yi Sheng attacked right off the bat, displaying startling sharpness. In a flash, she suppressed Fu Xuesheng’s bluster. Within moments, Fu Xuesheng was covered in bleeding wounds.

Her rapid-fire, forceful offensive was extraordinary. The experts of the Immortal Realm whooped and cheered her on!

And when she slew Fu Xuesheng, the Seventh Gate of Heaven erupted in cheers. Everyone was visibly overcome with excitement. Even the Immortal Kings were worked up.

They’d finally won a match!

And it was a beautiful victory at that!

“Madam Xiangyun, Yu Sheng’s performance was startling indeed,” Pei Hongjing sighed with a smile.

But Madam Xiangyun didn’t seem happy. On the contrary, she looked downright dejected. “There’s no need for me to hide it. Not long ago, Yu Sheng broke through once more. She’s now the greatest Saint Realm expert in Clear Plain Academy. Her latent potential and aptitude are truly extraordinary, but… I’m afraid she alone won’t be enough to turn the situation around.”

Here, she let out a deep sigh.

The Immortal-Demon Deathmatch wasn’t over until one side lost all of their combatants.

Out in the Beyond, demon experts were as numerous as clouds in the sky. They even had an unrivaled, terrifying Demon Noble like Yin Beiwu as their ace.

Yu Sheng couldn’t possibly turn the tides by herself!

And if the Immortal Realm lost, it would mean her death on the battlefield!

Just the thought of it made Madam Xiangyun’s heart clench. She naturally couldn’t manage to celebrate.

Pei Hongjing paused, then said solemnly, “Fellow Daoist, you needn’t worry. This Immortal-Demon Deathmatch is sure to turn in our favor!”

As he spoke, he glanced imperceptibly at Su Yi, only to see him sitting there, sipping wine, entirely unperturbed.

The calmer Su Yi was, the more assured Pei Hongjing felt.

“Turn in our favor?” Madam Xiangyun mulled that over. She’d long since noticed that the dean of Blue Cliff Academy seemed completely confident in that young Universe Realm Immortal.

“I hope so too,” whispered Madam Xiangyun.

The experts of the Immortal Camp celebrated, but the demons looked somber. Fu Xuesheng’s death came as a massive blow.

And Yu Sheng’s strength was such that even the Demon Nobles had to pay attention!

Yin Beiwu stroked his jaw. “Not bad, not bad. The Immortal Realm has finally sent someone worthy of my notice. Alas, she still isn’t worthy of me stepping in personally.”

He sat languidly in the air, and his casual commentary was full of contemptuous pride.

The crowd was instantly in uproar. Yu Sheng’s strength was so astonishing, but Yin Beiwu still didn’t see her as a worthwhile opponent?

Yu Sheng stood on the battlefield, her gaze utterly tranquil. She wasn’t affected at all. All she said was, “Next.”

Her words were light and airy, yet they resounded throughout heaven and earth.

She’d made herself perfectly clear. She had no intention of resting. She wanted to keep fighting!