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Upon seeing Mo Yan's actions, Zhou Yuan's expression changed for the first time since he entered the arena.

He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the tri-color lotus in front of Mo Yan.

Boom!

Almost at the same moment, Zhou Yuan's movements suddenly accelerated.

Although he was confident that Mo Yan could not defeat him, he also did not want to give rise to any unexpected variables.

The sight of Zhou Yuan rushing forward as a streak of red light caused Mo Yan to slightly stir.

His Divine Sense moved slightly, unconsciously quickening the pace of the Netherfire fusion in his hands.

The difficulty of Netherfire Fusion was never a simple additive superposition; its difficulty coefficient increased geometrically.

To fuse two extremely unstable Netherfires has a difficulty coefficient of one, then fusing three extremely unstable Netherfires would have a difficulty coefficient of at least ten.

So even though Mo Yan had reached a sublime level of control over Netherfire due to his physical constitution, the fusion of three Netherfires still posed a significant challenge to him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Small explosions like fireworks crackled from the lotus in front of Mo Yan.

The red and blue flames had been melding together, but as soon as they came into contact with the pale Necromantic Cold Fire, they reached a critical point where they simply could not merge no matter what.

Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with a manic gleam.

He no longer had time for careful manipulation.

The next instant, his hands violently clenched in the void, forcefully trying to merge the three flames by brute force.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion rang out, and a small Fire Lotus exploded right over Mo Yan's chest.

Luckily, a burst of azure Flame of Life emerged from Mo Yan's body at that moment, forming a protective veil that shielded him from the ferocious energy of the lotus, or else Mo Yan might have literally played with fire and burned himself.

That was the power of the Flame of Life.

At that moment, Mo Yan's complexion turned rapidly pale, but a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He looked down at the continuously flickering tri-color flames of the Fire Lotus.

This lotus, formed by the fusion of three Netherfires, was far from perfect.

Due to the terrifyingly fierce Spiritual Power it contained, Mo Yan estimated that he would need to reach the Nascent Soul Stage to fully master this power.

At this point, in order to merge these three Netherfires together, he had exhausted all his Spiritual Power in an instant.

Even though he had exerted all his effort, there had still been mishaps during the fusion process.

Fortunately, the Flame of Life had corrected this mishap for him; otherwise, he would have really suffered.

After this strike, regardless of the outcome, he was too weak to continue fighting.

But regardless, this was the strongest technique he could perform at his current level.

Zhou Yuan's gaze shifted quickly from Mo Yan's pale face to the small tri-color lotus in front of him, his pupils suddenly constricting.

This lotus was terrifying!

The tri-color Netherfire Lotus lightly floated in the air, unleashing a wildly fierce energy that filled the air!

"Go," Mo Yan muttered softly to himself, regardless of the astonishment in the hearts of others.

As his mind moved, the tri-color Netherfire Lotus in front of him burst into a brilliant light like the sun and suddenly transformed into a blurry trail of flame, shooting out like lightning.

Although the Fire Lotus contained a vast power capable of turning rivers and seas upside down, at that moment, it was completely restrained. As it sliced through space, it did not stir up even a ripple of Spiritual Power.

It was like the calm before a storm; the quieter it was, the more terrifying the power it unleashed, chilling people to the core.

The Fire Lotus, amid countless gazes filled with various emotions, violently collided with Zhou Yuan, who had transformed into a giant of flames.

The spectators did not blink as they stared at the two figures on the stage.

Even though they were not experiencing it firsthand, they could still sense the terrifying power of the Fire Lotus.

They knew in their hearts that it had come to the moment of victory or defeat between Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan!

"A Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator, how could he possess such terrifying moves?" Zhou Yuan found it hard to believe as his forward charging figure suddenly halted, and he swiftly retreated, his face marked by the flickering of two strange patterns once again.

A bizarre serpent creature with a body several zhang long, completely white and possessing a pair of gold wings, was summoned by Zhou Yuan.

"A Fourth Grade Late Stage Feathered Serpent!"

Below the arena, the earlier relieved Grand Lord Jinyang could not help but exclaim softly upon seeing Mo Yan's performance.

Zhou Yuan, at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, actually possessed a demon beast pet equivalent to the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

This was an unimaginable crushing of ranks and strength.

The Feathered Serpent faced the incoming Tri-color Lotus, its golden vertical eyes shimmering with a hint of eeriness.

Its body suddenly moved laterally, positioning itself in front of the flame giant that Zhou Yuan had transformed into, its golden wings on its back suddenly exploding in size like clouds covering the sky, vast and boundless, directly fanning toward the Netherfire Lotus.

Upon it flowed the energies of yin and yang, shrouded in wisps of chaotic mist!

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion resonated across the entire arena.

A terrifying storm of Spiritual Power burst forth in an instant between the Feathered Serpent's wings and the Netherfire Lotus, soon enveloping the entire arena, only stopping at the edge of the arena where it was blocked by the arena's array.

Under such a terrifying collision, the observing Cultivators, whether they were the early-eliminated ones of only Foundation Establishment or Golden Core rank, or those High-Level Cultivators from various major Sects, were all shocked, their eyes revealing a look of horror.

"Two Cultivators under the age of fifty engaging in magical combat, could it really produce such terrifying power?"

The purpose of holding this tournament of the Seven Domains was finally realized at this moment.

The Cultivators who had fought up to this round, their talents and methods were already not inferior to those of the Taoist Sect Cultivators, and it was not impossible to even surpass them.

If it were not for this Seven Domains tournament, even if these individuals had exceptional talents, it would not likely be hidden, but their growth would definitely be slower than that of the Taoist Sect Cultivators.

...

The lingering tri-color flames in the arena and the stunned faces below formed a unique scenery.

All the Cultivators directed their gaze toward the layers of flames.

Under the interweaving of numerous gazes, after a moment, several figures slowly emerged from within.

Zhou Yuan had already transformed back from his flame giant form to his normal state, the little Flame Fox appearing languid as if scorched, lying limply on his shoulder.

Zhou Yuan himself also appeared quite disheveled, his robe covered in black burn marks.

The Feathered Serpent, which had directly countered the Netherfire Lotus, now had several scorched patches on its white serpentine body, through which one could vaguely see exposed flesh and blood.

At this time, Zhou Yuan's gaze was focused on the opposite side of the arena.

There stood Mo Yan, his complexion pale, yet his expression still maintained that calm and collected demeanor.

Zhou Yuan's pupils constricted slightly, a barely perceptible ferocity flashing deep in his eyes.

His entire body surged with Spiritual Power, ready to strike once again.

"This battle, I concede," Mo Yan said slowly, glancing at the uninjured Zhou Yuan, then turned around and walked off the arena without looking back.

This move, Netherfire Lotus, he had already exerted all his efforts, and now he was completely drained of Spiritual Power, left with no energy to continue fighting.

And Zhou Yuan was completely unharmed.

Conceding was the only option left.

Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan was still too great.

But he was composed, without any feelings of inferiority arising.

He was only twenty-three this year, while Zhou Yuan was already forty.

The age difference was there and could not be ignored.

In a few decades, when a decade or so of cultivation time will be minuscule.
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He was confident that by then, Zhou Yuan would no longer be his match.

Among so many talented Cultivators, the only one who truly made him feel genuine admiration and respect was actually Lu Qingshan, who was even younger than him.

"This battle, Zhou Yuan wins!" Seeing Mo Yan leave the arena, the Celestial Master in midair flashed his eyes and solemnly announced the result.