On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

"They believe that by keeping us occupied, they can seize the glowing object in the center without having to fight us."

Zou Yang had already discovered the ulterior intentions of the opposing team.

"Haha, they are utterly clueless, mere insignificant bugs," Wang Hao scoffed, belittling the other team's abilities.

With confidence brimming, he retrieved his sword from his storage, "Then I will show them the difference between a frog and a dragon."

As he began to approach them, his footstep was suddenly blocked by Zou Yang, who stopped him,

"Stop!"

"Brother Yang, is something wrong?" Wang Hao asked, clearly perplexed by Zou Yang's intervention.

He was unsure why Zou Yang had stopped him.

"I will be the one to fight them alone," Zou Yang declared, taking a decisive step forward, prepared to face the opposing team alone.

Wang Hao gazed at him in astonishment, taken aback by his unexpected decision.

"But brother Yang, why do you want to face them? Am enough to beat some trash," Wang Hao asked, trying to convince Zou Yang to reconsider his decision?

Zou Yang looked at Wang Hao with indifference in his eyes. "I have my reasons, Wang Hao. Trust me, I can handle this," Zou Yang reassured him, his voice filled with confidence.

"Remain here and observe!" Zou Yang declared firmly, his voice gave no room for refusal.

"..." Wang Hao reluctantly nodded, understanding that Zou Yang had made up his mind. He stepped back, allowing Zou Yang to take the lead.

Zou Yang's actions certainly did not go unnoticed by the onlookers observing from above.

"Is he going alone?" one of them pondered aloud.

"I believe so," another replied, sharing the same feeling.

Chen Tian and Yin Yun, engrossed in their conversation, abruptly halted and redirected their attention towards the arena where the impending fight was about to take place.

"Hm... It's unusual for him to participate in such a direct fight," Yin Yun remarked, her gaze shifting towards Chen Tian.

"Why do you say that?" Chen Tian asked, his expression filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Well, as you can see, that guy has high self-esteem and will fight for causes that are worthy of his time and attention.

He's not one to participate in trivial battles or waste his energy on unworthy opponents."

Yin Yun furrowed her brows, her curiosity piqued by the unusual behavior of Zou Yang.

Yin Yun explained, her tone filled with intrigue. "Engaging in a direct fight like this seems out of character for him."

Chen Tian nodded in understanding, his confusion dissipating. "Ah, I see. So this must be something truly significant for him to be involved."

Chen Tian gazed at her with a smile. "You seem to have quite a good understanding of his character," he remarked.

Yin Yun replied, "Well, we both joined the Immortal Sword Sect simultaneously, so I've become quite acquainted with him, but only at the gritting level."

A mischievous smile spread across her face as she teasingly asked, "Are you feeling jealous?"

Chen Tian had his brow raised, and then an amused smile appeared on his face. "Hm, and why should I be jealous?" he replied, his tone laced with playful intrigue.

She leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Because," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "Since the first time I met you there's no one else who can make me feel the way you do." Her words hung in the air, laden with unspoken affection and hidden desires.

Chen Tian's smile widened, his gaze locked with hers. "Is that so?" he murmured, a hint of excitement tugging at his voice.

"Then," he began, his voice filled with tenderness, "I must confess that I can't stop hiding my feelings for you since the first time I met you.

Your black and beautiful eyes that sparkle like the night sky. Your smile, so warm and inviting, always brings joy to my heart and the...

"E-Enough!" Yin Yun interrupted, raising a hand to stop him from talking. She couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his confession.

She knew that Chen Tian was only joking but still...

Her heart raced, unsure of how to respond to his words. "Okay, okay, that's enough. You're laying it on a bit thick there."

"Hahaha~" Chen Tian started laughing, seeing Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, betraying her own feelings.

Chen Tian couldn't help but laugh.

"Yo-You are bullying me!" She bit her lip and pouted. She was embarrassed and didn't dare to look into Chen Tian's eyes any longer.

The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and she could feel her cheeks turning red with humiliation.

"Cute," Chen Tian thought to himself, before redirecting his gaze towards the arena where the fight was unfolding.

Zou Yang started walking with a confident stride, his hands swinging freely by his side.

Despite not brandishing any weapons, his demeanor radiated confidence and preparedness.

Every step he took carried a sense of purpose, his gaze was fixed ahead on the approaching duo.

"Since you came alone, don't blame us!" The one that had the purpose of attacking and distracting Zou Yang's team said.

He didn't mind whether Zou Yang arrived alone or with Wang Hao. However, Zou Yang's decision to come alone meant that their chances of winning had increased.

"I just need to buy some time for my teammate to retrieve the glowing objects. Since that guy came alone, my task should be quite easy," the man thought.

Presently, the man was positioned several meters away from Zou Yang.

"Don't blame me."

"Gale Palm Strike!"

A powerful gust, capable of striking with the force of a palm strike, surged forward. The forceful wind delivered a robust blow to the spot where Zou Yang stood.

Zou Yang calmly observed the incoming attack, his expression remaining stoic and devoid of any reaction.

BOOOOMM

The man smirked, confident in his ability to defeat Zou Yang now that he was alone.

"Hahaha! Here, have some of this, this, this, and this!" The man's expression turned into one of sadistic delight as he unleashed a flurry of powerful 'Gale Palm Strikes towards Zou Yang.

He relentlessly unleashed his attacks, expending all of his Qi without any concern.

Time was all he needed, and he was determined to make the most of it.

"Hahaha, what did you give up!"

"I've already granted him ample time. What on earth is he up to?" the man pondered, growing increasingly concerned as his Qi reserves dwindled.

"The battle is over..."

Just as he was attacking, the voice of Long Wei sounded in the arena.

'Hahah, we won!' The man exclaimed in joy, his face lit up with a triumphant smile.

But his smile didn't last long as he heard Long Wei's last words.

"Team 17 win"

"Wh-What!" A look of shock painted his face as he swiftly turned his body, casting a glance behind him to where his teammate should have been.

However, his complexion grew pale as he witnessed a sword impaling the guts of his teammate, who was slowly disappearing.

"Im-Impossible!" The man couldn't comprehend what had just occurred, but he had no time to ponder how it had happened.

His vision blurred, and his world was turned upside down.

Confusion washed over me as he uttered, "Huh? What just happened...

And why is my body over there?" The man could only perceive his own lifeless body lying on the ground before him.

Soon after, he began to fade away and vanish, as if his very existence were being erased.