244: Holy Son, Li Xiaotian

"Clan Chief Lei, renowned for his formidable Physical Body, was actually defeated by a young man from out of town."

"This outsider is indeed unbelievably strong. In two consecutive battles, he didn't even use any Divine Abilities or Laws, crushing his opponents with his Physical Body alone. His strength is unfathomable."

The spectators around the arena erupted into an uproar, with gasps and discussions rising and falling. Countless gazes fell upon the Eternal Immortal Emperor on the stage, filled with shock, awe, and intense curiosity.

The Eternal Immortal Emperor stood at the peak of the arena, his robes fluttering. He slowly raised his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the surging crowd. Those profound eyes held not the slightest ripple of emotion.

Two consecutive hard-fought battles were, to him, nothing more than a warm-up.

Whether it was the earlier Hai Yuan or the recent Lei Cang, neither had forced him to reveal his true strength.

"Hmph, a formidable Physical Body."

"Our Sacred Heaven City has as many Body Refining Prodigies as there are fish in a river. How could we fear a single outsider Body Cultivator?"

"That's right," someone immediately chimed in beside them, their tone full of certainty. "Our Sacred Martial City is a place where dragons and tigers hide. It won't be long before a peerless Genius emerges to defeat this outsider Body Cultivator."

"Exactly. Once a peerless Prodigy makes a move, his defeat is inevitable."

Before the rising and falling chorus of agreement could fade, a clear, steady voice, like the striking of metal on stone, suddenly resounded throughout the entire area: "Allow me to face you."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an undeniable pressure that instantly suppressed all the clamor.

The surrounding spectators all turned to look. From behind the crowd, a tall, slender, and upright figure strode out.

It was an extremely handsome young man, with a face like carved jade and eyes like bright stars. A long robe fluttered in the wind, and a jade pendant engraved with the character 'Wang' hung at his waist. As he walked, he exuded the noble pride and arrogance of a Young Lord from a great clan.

"It's the Wang Clan's Young Lord, Wang Jinghong!" Someone recognized him instantly and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Young Lord Wang! His Nine Heavens Demon-Suppressing Saint Physique is a top-tier Body Refining Physique renowned throughout Sacred Martial City. Few among his peers can match him."

"With Young Lord Wang making a move, that outsider is sure to lose. Now we'll have a good show to watch."

A wave of cheers soared to the heavens. Wang Jinghong's expression was calm; he merely gave a slight nod before walking towards the arena.

Wherever he passed, the crowded crowd parted like tidewater split by a sharp blade, automatically opening a straight path on both sides. Everyone's gaze closely followed him, filled with anticipation and fervor.

Just as Wang Jinghong was about to step onto the arena, a sharp sound of something tearing through the air suddenly pierced the sky. A fierce gust of wind, carrying a blazing Aura, seemed ready to rend the heavens: "Brother Wang, hold on. Why not let me test this outsider first?"

Before the words faded, everyone felt a dazzling, brilliant aurora flash before their eyes. The light was extremely fast, even leaving a long afterimage in the Void Realm.

In the blink of an eye, a figure landed steadily in front of Wang Jinghong like a falling meteor.

Everyone focused their gaze. The newcomer was also a young man, with peerless, handsome features. Compared to Wang Jinghong, he possessed even more of an overbearing Aura that looked down upon the world.

A faint golden halo surrounded his body, making him resemble a war god descended from the Nine Heavens. Every movement and gesture exuded a heart-palpitating pressure.

"It's Saint Li Xiaotian!"

This shout was even more fervent than the one upon seeing Wang Jinghong, almost enough to overturn the entire sky.

"With Saint Xiaotian making a move, victory is assured now."

"Saint Xiaotian is the undisputed number one among our Sacred Martial City's younger generation. His talent and strength are unparalleled among his peers. His Great Luo Indestructible Physique can even withstand ancient Vicious Beasts."

"With the Saint taking action, victory is certain."

Saint. In Sacred Martial City, among the younger generation, the strongest Genius, the title for the one with the greatest strength. There is only one.

Li Xiaotian cupped his hands towards Wang Jinghong, his voice resonant as a bell: "Brother Wang, how about letting me take this fight first?"

Wang Jinghong looked at the imposing Li Xiaotian before him, a relieved smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He patted the other's shoulder, his tone sincere: "With Brother Li stepping forward, what worry is there about not defeating that fellow? Such a formidable opponent naturally deserves to be handled by you, Brother Li. I will wait below the stage for your triumphant return."

"Good!" Li Xiaotian let out a hearty laugh that shook the surroundings. "After I win this battle, I'll share three hundred cups of wine with you, Brother Wang!"

With those words, he hesitated no longer. The tip of his foot tapped the ground fiercely, and his figure shot towards the arena like an arrow from a bowstring, carrying a force as mighty as thunder.

Meanwhile, far from the arena, two figures were watching. They were none other than the Tian Yue Immortal Emperor and the Hongmeng Immortal Emperor.

Watching the commotion on the arena, a glint of light flashed in the Tian Yue Immortal Emperor's eyes as he chuckled lightly: "Old friend Hongmeng, it seems your Junior Brother has finally encountered a true opponent."

Hearing this, the Hongmeng Immortal Emperor raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance: "Oh? What makes you say that, Brother Tian Yue?"

The Tian Yue Immortal Emperor's gaze settled on Li Xiaotian, his tone certain: "This Li Xiaotian is the most talented and powerful Prodigy among Sacred Martial City's younger generation. His Great Luo Indestructible Physique has already reached the Transcendent realm. In terms of sheer physical toughness, even among the older generation of powerhouses, few can match him."

"So what?" The Hongmeng Immortal Emperor smiled faintly, his tone brimming with a confidence born from his very bones. "My Junior Brother, the Eternal Immortal Emperor, is the undisputed number one among his peers, not just in the entire Immortal Realm, but in the entire Universe, the All Heavens and Myriad Realms."

"His talent, his strength—all are top-tier. A mere Saint from Sacred Martial City is not enough to catch his eye."

"Haha, don't speak too soon," the Tian Yue Immortal Emperor shook his head, the smile on his lips growing wider. "Even if the Eternal Immortal Emperor is the number one among the younger generation of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, today, in the path of the Physical Body, he will undoubtedly lose."

"Oh?" A flash of light appeared in the Hongmeng Immortal Emperor's eyes, his tone carrying a hint of provocation. "That remains to be seen."

"Very well," the Tian Yue Immortal Emperor said calmly. "Then let's wait and see who will have the last laugh in this contest of physical bodies."

The conversation between the two went unheard by the surrounding crowd. At this moment, everyone's gaze was tightly locked on the two figures on the arena.

Li Xiaotian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as he looked directly at the young man opposite him, speaking loudly: "I am Li Xiaotian of Sacred Martial City. May I ask your honorable name, Fellow Daoist?"

The Eternal Immortal Emperor's gaze was calm and undisturbed, as if nothing in the world could stir even a ripple in his heart. He spoke lightly, his voice clear and cold, yet carrying a pressure that pierced through the cosmos: "Eternal Immortal Emperor."

"You are the Eternal Immortal Emperor?"

Li Xiaotian's pupils suddenly contracted. The composure on his face instantly vanished, replaced by intense shock and a hint of barely concealed excitement.

The Eternal Immortal Emperor gave a slight nod, his tone flat: "That's right."

"Hahahaha!"

Li Xiaotian suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter brimming with Battle Intent. "I've long heard that the Eternal Immortal Emperor is the number one among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm, with unparalleled talent and heaven-defying strength. I've always yearned for a battle with you. I never thought I'd get my wish today."

A faint curve appeared at the corner of the Eternal Immortal Emperor's mouth. His tone remained calm, yet carried an unyielding, domineering air: "Very well. I too would like to see what capabilities the top Prodigy of Sacred Martial City possesses."

Their conversation clearly spread throughout the area surrounding the arena.

The moment the words "Eternal Immortal Emperor" left the young man's lips, the spectators below the arena instantly erupted into chaos. After a moment of deathly silence, an outburst of exclamations and discussions more fervent than any before erupted.

"What? He's the Eternal Immortal Emperor?! No wonder, no wonder he could defeat two of our Sacred Martial City's top experts in a row."

"Heavens, it's actually the legendary Eternal Immortal Emperor. He's the myth of our Immortal Realm's younger generation. His talent and strength are peerless throughout eternity."

"It's over, it's over... Although Saint Xiaotian is formidable, his opponent is the Eternal Immortal Emperor. Can the Saint really win this battle?"

"Hard to say. If it's about overall combat power, the Saint probably isn't a match. But if we're talking solely about physical bodies, the Saint's Daluo Undying Holy Body might not necessarily lose to the Eternal Immortal Emperor's."

"Exactly. This is a rare Physical Body duel. Which is stronger: the Eternal Immortal Emperor's Eternal Divine Body, or Saint Xiaotian's Daluo Undying Holy Body? Today, we will surely find out."

The waves of discussion swept through the entire area like a tsunami. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures on the arena, awaiting the start of the great battle.