112: Chapter 112: A Miraculous Manifestation Before the Public

At the same time, bursts of exclamations erupted from below the stage.

"He caught it!"

"What Cultivation Technique is that?"

"Such a strange vortex..."

Xiao Ran withdrew his hand and stretched his wrist slightly.

"Is that all?"

Su Wuhun's expression darkened completely.

He took a deep breath, and the aura around his body suddenly surged.

"Good, very good."

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish."

He stepped forward, his entire body turning into a streak of purple light as he lunged straight at Xiao Ran.

This time, he was going to get serious.

A hint of excitement flashed in Xiao Ran's eyes.

Nascent Soul Great Perfection?

Just the right time to test his current strength.

He also stepped forward, and the grayish-black Guixu Demonic Light soared into the sky!

The two figures collided with a boom!

Shockwaves rippled out in all directions.

Fortunately, this arena had a defensive Formation, so the audience was not affected.

Everyone only saw Xiao Ran and Su Wuhun each retreat three steps.

Then they continued to clash in battle.

On the stage, the battle instantly reached a fever pitch.

Every palm strike from Su Wuhun contained world-destroying power, with purple light surging toward Xiao Ran like a tide.

But Xiao Ran's Guixu Demonic Light was even stranger.

Any attack that fell into the vortex would be swallowed, decomposed, and then converted into his own power.

"Just what kind of Cultivation Technique is this?"

The more Su Wuhun fought, the more alarmed he became.

He was clearly a Realm higher than his opponent, yet he could never gain the upper hand.

He even faintly felt that the opponent was getting stronger and stronger during the battle.

Below the stage.

The crowd watched, dumbstruck.

"Who is that black-robed man?"

"He can actually fight Su Wuhun to a draw with just a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivation!"

"No, it's not a draw... he is gradually suppressing Su Wuhun!"

Indeed.

As the battle continued, Xiao Ran's offensive became increasingly fierce.

The Guixu Vortex spun frantically, swallowing Su Wuhun's attacks one by one and turning them into even more violent counterattacks.

Su Wuhun began to retreat.

His Face turned from ashen to pale, and then from pale to flushed.

Shame!

He, the direct descendant of the Su Family and the greatest Genius in a thousand years, was actually being suppressed by an unknown Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

Where would he put his Face?

"I want you dead!"

Su Wuhun roared, the purple light around him surging as he seemed to transform into a purple sun!

The crowd below cried out in surprise.

This was the Su Family's forbidden technique—the Great Purple Sun Art!

It allowed one to briefly burn the Purple Sun Power accumulated over time to gain a surge in strength for a short period without any side effects.

This was the foundation upon which the Su Family established themselves.

Just imagine, a Su Family Disciple at the same level as you suddenly surges in strength in the middle of a fight; there's no way to argue with that.

Su Wuhun had already employed this ultimate skill.

"Not good!"

"This is a Su Family secret technique."

"The black-clothed warrior is finished!"

Exclamations filled the area below the stage.

The next second.

The purple sun smashed down ruthlessly towards Xiao Ran!

Xiao Ran looked up at the blinding purple light, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

In the eyes of others, this attack was incredibly powerful.

But in his eyes, wasn't this a damn universal power bank?

"Just in time!"

"Great Purple Sun Art, become my nourishment!"

Xiao Ran raised his hand, and the grayish-black vortex in his palm suddenly expanded, turning into a three-zhang-wide black hole!

"Guixu Heaven-Swallowing!"

The black hole immediately met the purple sun.

There was no explosion, no roar.

Only a silent devouring.

The purple sun sank inch by inch into the black hole until it completely disappeared.

Su Wuhun fell to the ground, his Face pale as paper, his whole body trembling.

His Great Purple Sun Art had been swallowed whole!

Xiao Ran withdrew his hand, the black hole slowly dissipating, his Face full of satisfaction.

Su Wuhun is such a good person!

Exerting all his strength to boost Xiao Ran's cultivation.

There aren't many people like this left.

So he looked down at the limp Su Wuhun on the ground.

"The Su Family's greatest Genius in a thousand years?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing more than this."

A good person is a good person.

But the mockery shouldn't be left out.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing.

A Late Nascent Soul Stage had defeated a Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

And he won so easily, so strangely.

After a long time.

Someone shouted first.

"Good!"

Immediately after, thunderous applause and earth-shattering cheers erupted!

"Awesome! So damn awesome!"

"Just who... is this person?"

"Such a powerhouse definitely isn't unaffiliated. Whose subordinate is he?"

"..."

On the viewing platform.

The White Emperor sat calmly behind the curtain, his gaze deep as he looked at Xiao Ran.

"Interesting."

He murmured to himself, showing no sign of anger at his plan falling apart.

Because he saw something different in Xiao Ran.

"That black energy just now... he's from the Eternal Night Demon Sect."

The Eternal Night Demon Sect was the undisputed titan of the Northern Territory.

Although it was known as one of the four transcendent powers of the Northern Territory alongside the Supreme Dao Palace, the Great Qian Dynasty, and the Shangguan Clan—the head of the eight great families.

But the White Emperor knew the foundation of the Eternal Night Demon Sect.

In the entire Northern Territory, no power could compete with it except for the Supreme Dao Palace of the Righteous Path.

Thus, the White Emperor began to ponder again.

Bai Linger stood behind him, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

She looked at the black figure on the stage, her heart rate accelerating for some reason.

Why is he a bit handsome?

...

On the stage.

Su Wuhun struggled to crawl up, staring fixedly at Xiao Ran.

"You... who exactly are you?"

Xiao Ran looked down at him.

"Eternal Night Demon Sect, Seventh Demon Son."

"Xiao Ran."

Su Wuhun's pupils shrank upon hearing this.

He had heard this name countless times recently.

Xiao Ran?

The Demon Son who became famous two years ago, slaughtered everyone in the Ancient Battlefield, and whose cultivation grew like he was using cheats?

He opened his mouth to say something but found himself unable to speak.

Xiao Ran didn't look at him again, turning instead to the crowd below.

"I, Xiao, have won by luck. Is there any other brother who wishes to come forward and give me some pointers?"

As soon as these words came out.

The Cultivators in the audience suddenly felt comfortable.

Look at that, they're both human, so why is Xiao Ran so excellent?

Not only is he strong, but he's also humble in his speech.

With Su Wuhun as a negative example, everyone's goodwill toward Xiao Ran was maximized.

They seemed to have forgotten that Xiao Ran was a member of a demon sect.

For a long time, no one went up on stage.

Only then did Xiao Ran turn to look at the viewing platform.

At this moment.

The White Emperor walked out from behind the curtain once again, followed by Bai Linger.

"City Lord Bai, I should be considered the winner of this Martial Arts Marriage Recruitment, right?"

Xiao Ran asked with cupped hands.

The White Emperor's gaze met his.

A moment later, he smiled.

"Naturally."

The White Emperor looked at the crowd, his voice spreading throughout the venue.

"Today's Martial Arts Marriage Recruitment winner—Xiao Ran of the Eternal Night Demon Sect!"

"My daughter and all the rewards for the winner belong to Xiao Ran."

The venue erupted in earth-shattering cheers once again.

Xiao Ran stood on the stage, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

In the Soul link, Li Changsheng's voice came through faintly.

"Xiao Ran, you really showed off big time."

A faint smile hung on the corner of Xiao Ran's mouth.

"It was just average!"

Li Changsheng was silent for a moment.

"Still acting?"

"I want to experience the feeling of manifesting divinity before others too!"

Xiao Ran laughed.

"I'll give you a chance to show off next time."

The two of them cut off the link.

Xiao Ran looked up at the yellow-clothed figure on the viewing platform.

Bai Linger was also looking at him.

Their gazes met in the air.

Bai Linger's Face still showed no expression.

But only she knew that she was a bit happy at this moment.

This Xiao Ran is much stronger than Su Wuhun.