World's Strongest Martial Warrior

On one side was Liu Qingyi, the president of the Green Origin Chamber of Commerce, flanked by Elder Wu Sheng and Qing Li, the Green Origin Sect's prodigious talent. Opposing them stood Mo Hu, the president of the Black Cloud Chamber of Commerce, accompanied by two youthful disciples of the Black Cloud Alliance.    

"Mo Hu, we've already granted you five spots to explore the Sky Feather Taoist's remains. What's your intention now?" Liu Qingyi's voice was icy, her gaze piercing Mo Hu with a dark expression.    

"Liu Qingyi, do you even know what time it is? Why waste breath on such trivialities?" Mo Hu retorted dismissively. "We both understand that only one of us can claim the Immortal Destiny here and make it out alive."    

A sinister smile crept across Mo Hu's face. "A confrontation is inevitable. Since fate has brought us together today, I'll eliminate you all now and save myself the trouble of competing for the Immortal Destiny later."    

Liu Qingyi's demeanor grew frosty. "Mo Hu, if you think you can resolve this and take the Immortal Fate for yourself, you'd better be prepared to prove your strength!"    

"Why not put that to the test?" Mo Hu's chilling voice cut through the air as he unleashed a torrent of black true essence and magic power, shrouding the world in darkness.    

Liu Qingyi's expression shifted as she unleashed her own formidable aura, that of a Quasi-Great Perfection Stage cultivator, clashing with Mo Hu's energies.    

"Wu Sheng, take care of that youngster," she commanded, as the energies of her and Mo Hu surged around them.    

Qing Li, unable to resist a glance at Hei Nan, spoke to Wu Sheng with a detached air. Then, his attention fixed on the remaining black-clad young man. "As for this one, who you claim is quite extraordinary, I'll handle him myself!"    

With those words, Qing Li tapped the air beneath his feet, transforming into a streak of green light. In an instant, he was hovering above the head of the black-clothed youth.    

Suddenly, a mysterious green palm materialized in his hand, swiftly expanding to an immense size of ten thousand feet. It descended like the hand of a deity, bearing down on the young man clad in black below.    

"A mere nobody at the Tribulation Stage dares to challenge me. He truly has no concept of his own mortality!" sneered the young man in the black robe, glancing at Qing Li with contempt. Without warning, he clenched his fist and delivered a clean, forceful punch at the towering green palm.    

"Bang!"    

The massive green palm crumbled like tissue paper, exploding with a resounding crash. Qing Li's body shook violently, and before he could even react, he was blasted back several thousand feet, tumbling through the air like a kite severed from its string.    

"Puchi!"    

A pallid Qing Li steadied himself, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His eyes, wide with disbelief, were fixed on the young man in black.    

"You... you're a Quasi-Cheng Tian elite?"    

As the preeminent prodigy of the Green Yuan Sect, Qing Li had immense faith in his abilities. Among the elite of the top ten immortal sects in the Immortal Shattering Universe, few could best him. This very confidence had led him to underestimate the talents of the Black Cloud Alliance.    

Yet, Qing Li had never anticipated this. The Black Cloud Alliance disciple he had dismissed so readily had just overwhelmed him with a mere punch—a feat characteristic of a Prospective Upper Tier elite. Such formidable power was likely the hallmark of a peerless Quasi-Mahayana Realm talent.    

"The Black Cloud Alliance has raised a peerless Prospective Mahayana Realm prodigy. How can this be?" Liu Qingyi's eyes narrowed in shock at the unfolding scene.    

It was no wonder Mo Hu had the audacity to proclaim their doom. They had a Quasi-Cheng elite in their midst. This Quasi-Cheng elite's might surpassed even his own. With Mo Hu holding him at bay, even the combined forces of Wu Sheng and Qing Li might not stand a chance against this formidable Quasi-Cheng Ling Tian.    

However, fortunately for the group of five who had ventured into the ruins, one of their number was swiftly making their way back to them. Without this timely assistance, they would have undoubtedly faced grave peril.    

"Wu Sheng, reinforcements are on the way. Go and hold off that Quasi-Mahayana elite, but don't engage him directly," Liu Qingyi instructed, taking a deep breath before sending the message telepathically to Wu Sheng.    

"Young Master Qing Li, please be cautious," Wu Sheng responded, then stepped forward to confront the adversary. He positioned himself ten thousand feet from the black-clad young man, ready to face him.    

The young man in black looked up at Wu Sheng with a dismissive air. "Your cultivation at the quasi great multiplication stage doesn't make you significantly stronger than the previous challenger. To me, you're still just an ant," he stated coldly.    

Wu Sheng met the young man's gaze with determination. "The Black Cloud Alliance truly lives up to its reputation as the most enigmatic power in the Immortal Breaking Universe, having raised a Quasi-Great Perfection Stage prodigy such as yourself."    

"Enough talk. If you're finished, prepare to meet your end," the black-clad youth retorted, launching a space-crossing punch at Wu Sheng.    

Wu Sheng wasted no time in responding. Summoning all his power, he unleashed a formidable magical technique, igniting an intense battle with the youth.    

Amidst the clash, Hei Nan's attention shifted to Qing Li. "Qing Li, the top prodigy of the Green Essence Sect, I shall engage you as well," he declared, charging toward Qing Li with overwhelming force.    

"Hmph, you think I fear you?" Qing Li retorted with a cold snort, meeting Hei Nan's advance without a moment's hesitation.    

The existence of Prospective Upper Tier elites was a rarity in their world. The notion that the Black Cloud Alliance could boast even one was astounding, let alone the possibility of a second.    

Qing Li was adamant in his disbelief that the Alliance could harbor another elite of such caliber.    

The sound of their confrontation echoed powerfully. "Boom, boom, boom, boom..." Neither combatant held back, exchanging a rapid succession of blows.    

Qing Li was taken aback, his anger flaring as he realized that the Black Cloud Alliance disciple before him, while not quite at the level of a quasi-grand completion elite, was every bit his equal in strength.    

Already weakened from an earlier encounter with a quasi-grand completion elite, Qing Li found himself struggling against this disciple. After exchanging more than ten moves, it was clear he was at a disadvantage, momentarily overwhelmed by his opponent's relentless assault.    

"Qing Li, it seems the so-called number one genius of the Green Yuan Sect isn't all that impressive after all," taunted Hei Nan, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Qing Li flounder, unable to mount a counterattack.    

The sting of Hei Nan's derisive look was like a slap to Qing Li's face. He remembered his own boastful claim of being able to single-handedly take down two Black Cloud Alliance disciples. Now, the bitter reality was that he couldn't even best one.    

Embarrassment washed over him as he glared at Hei Nan, his expression twisting into one of wild desperation.