As soon as the word "Good" was spoken, almost all the people present felt their heartbeats accelerate, all watching this earth-shattering massive stake gamble. Such a massive gamble was probably unprecedented since the founding of the Yuhua Sect.
On one side was the legendary Demonic Emperor great method like the "Five Emperors Great Demonic Divine Abilities."
On one side was the "Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability," the supreme great method passed down from the ancient Immortal Venerable Panwu. After cultivation, the magic power would be ten times higher than an ordinary cultivator!
For both great methods, obtaining either one could allow a person to emerge outstandingly from among countless experts. Becoming a darling of heaven, a peerless prodigy.
The reason Fang Han agreed was due to another reason as well. That was, he currently could no longer increase his magic power by consuming pills. Because his magic power had already reached its limit.
Equally an expert of the fifth realm of divine abilities, the "Heaven-Man Realm," an ordinary one only has the force of ten thousand galloping horses, and peak experts only have fifty to eighty thousand. A freak like Fang Han with five hundred thousand was a rare extraordinary encounter in thousands of years. Moreover, he primarily cultivated the miraculous art that was the Yama Golden Body, making his body extremely powerful and resilient. And there was the World Tree, a thing that can be encountered but not sought for, solidifying his body.
Even so, the powerful magic power of five hundred thousand galloping fiery horses right now was already the limit Fang Han's body could endure. Even if there were pills to increase magic power right now, such as the "Dharma Saint Sarira," they could no longer be consumed. Because a consumption would absolutely force the body to explode.
For Fang Han to increase his magic power now, the only way was to break through his realm.
His current body was like a wooden bucket filled with water. To hold more water, he had to expand himself. Rather than continuing to add water.
However, cultivating the "Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability" was different.
In legends, ten thousand years ago, Immortal Venerable Panwu had some disciples. They were frighteningly terrifying, able to possess the magic power of a hundred thousand galloping fiery horses just upon stepping into the Divine Ability Realm.
When Fang Han just stepped into the Divine Ability Realm, he only had the galloping force of a few hundred fiery horses. That was already despising the heroes.
Therefore, the Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability stood as a distinct school, boasting an illustrious reputation within the immortal dao. Because after cultivating it, magic power could grow almost limitlessly, without worrying about exploding and dying. The profound mystery of this divine ability was something not even the Taiyi Sect possessed.
For Hua Tiandu to actually be willing to impart it to Wanluo, it was clear Wanluo was the confidant among his confidants.
Fang Han and Hua Tiandu were life-and-death archenemies; how could he not research everything regarding Hua Tiandu? Long ago in the Taiyuan Immortal Palace, he had inquired the mysterious person about all the matters regarding Immortal Venerable Panwu. Coupled with Yan also knowing quite a few things about Immortal Venerable Panwu, combining the two, his understanding of the Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability was quite profound.
Now that Wanluo actually brought out this dharma formula as a stake, this was an extremely massive bait. Putting aside whether he could swallow it or not, there was indeed no second choice.
"Good, good, good!" Wanluo laughed heartily, "Since that is so, let us do it! You condense the Five Emperors Great Demonic Divine Abilities into dharma formulas too. We will place them together on the plaque of the Heavenly Punishment Great Hall. Whoever wins, goes and takes them."
"Good!"
Fang Han brought his hands together, and the Wood Sovereign Gang Qi condensed into a five-colored book, flying out together with the map containing the secret of the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, landing exactly on the right side of the large plaque bearing the words "Heavenly Punishment."
Wanluo also waved his hand. The "Supreme White Gold Star Stone," "Myriad Weight Soft Water Crystal," and the secret codex of the "Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability" were placed on the left side of the plaque.
This was also a rule. When Yuhua Sect disciples gamble and fight on the Heavenly Punishment Platform, the stakes are placed behind the plaque of the Heavenly Punishment Great Hall. No one dares to go and take them; otherwise, they would be killed without pardon.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
Wanluo's body moved, already landing on the Heavenly Punishment Platform facing off against Fang Han.
At this very moment, only these two remained on the Heavenly Punishment Platform. The other disciples, including Fang Qingxue, Jialan, and Lingxiao, had retreated outside. Everyone knew that this was the true contest.
Not only a contention for supreme divine ability dharma formulas, but even more so a contest of reputation. It could truly be called a struggle between a dragon and a tiger.
"Junior Brother Fang Han, I am afraid you will end up empty-handed of both person and wealth this time. I know all about your bottom line; your strength can be said to be vigorous, having obtained the Fire Cloud Fairy's Golden Pill and possessing twenty-eight divine abilities. And having obtained the demonic blade Blood Firmament, refining it into a Dao artifact, and on your body, there is definitively also a supreme treasure of the wood element. I'm afraid if it's not a Dao artifact it is also a supreme-grade treasure. Yet I still engage you on this Heavenly Punishment Platform; do you know why? I never fight a battle I am not certain of!" Standing on the Heavenly Punishment Platform, the clothes on Wanluo's body moved without wind, fluttering like a great flag. In the eyes of many, his figure instantly became suddenly towering, covering the sky and hiding the sun, pointing to the heavens and stepping on the earth, giving people an unconquerable feeling, majestic as a mountain.
He did not strike first, but merely continuously urged his imposing aura. Swells of powerful fighting spirit and conviction of certain victory pressed over rolling like a tide, attempting to exert massive psychological pressure on Fang Han, planting the seed of his inevitable defeat even before he struck.
His magic power climbed steadily. Within his body, the circulation of magic power emitted sounds that many people could hear. Like a formidable army of thousands, continuously howling and impacting.
The power of a hundred thousand galloping fiery horses!
The power of three hundred thousand galloping fiery horses!
Five hundred thousand!
Eight hundred thousand!
Finally, it came close to a million before coming to a complete stop.
Currently, the imposing aura on Wanluo enveloped the sky and earth. No one had expected him to have such formidable magic power! And no one knew exactly how it had been refined. Surprisingly, it was nearly double that of this freak Fang Han! This was clearly the result of his bitter cultivation of the "Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability."
Normally, for experts of the seventh realm of divine abilities, the Golden Pill stage, even if cultivated to the pinnacle, like the Taiyi Sect's "Song Weiyi" and "Zhao Xuanyi," their magic power is merely three to four hundred thousand, at most five hundred thousand, being neck and neck with Fang Han. If they grew any stronger, their bodies would explode and they would die. Their minds and bodies would be unable to contain that much, that violent a power.
From this it could be seen that Wanluo challenging Fang Han and laying down such a heavy stake surely meant he expected an effortless capture.
Relying on such powerful magic power, it could simply sweep aside any expert of the same realm!
The imposing auras of the two clashed instantly. Many true disciples spectating outside could clearly see that Wanluo seemed like an old cat, while Fang Han at this moment seemed like a little mouse. A disparity had already opened up right from the start in terms of power between the two.
Feeling the opponent's pressure suffocating him, Fang Han finally could not endure it any longer. Let out a wild roar. From the top of his head, a blood shadow rose slowly. A force matching Wanluo's suddenly radiated outwards. At the same time, a perfectly straight blood-colored pillar to the heavens stood upright in the air, followed by blood light filling the sky.
The firmament all turned blood-colored.
Looking exactly identical to Fang Han, possessing a pair of blood-colored bat wings on its back, wearing a blood robe, with delicate features, and eyes harboring an empty sea of blood, the "King of the Blood Night" bobbed up and down from within the infinite blood light.
After the "Demonic Blade Blood Firmament" was refined into a Dao artifact, its magic power was extremely intense. That artifact spirit, the King of the Blood Night, was also like an ancient Demon God. The Blood Sea Devil descending to the mortal realm; in terms of aura, it vaguely contended with Wanluo, indistinguishable in dominance.
"Good! King of the Blood Night. Were it not for you possessing this Dao artifact, relying on the Panwu Great Strength Divine Ability I bitterly cultivated, I truly would have felt embarrassed to bully you." Wanluo looked at the blood firmament and the King of the Blood Night, nodding his head: "Fang Han, if you want to challenge Senior Brother Hua Tiandu, you must first pass this barrier of mine. But from the looks of it today, you are doomed!"
"Where did so much nonsense come from!" Fang Han did not hesitate at all. The blood light in the sky suddenly contracted, all entering the body of the King of the Blood Night. From this Blood Demon King's body floated out a streak of blade qi, which, at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye, chopped toward the space between Wanluo's eyebrows.
"The practitioner of Panwu comprehends the variations of the Heavenly Dao, reversing the extremes of the four seasons; the martial dao communicates with the divine, shattering the eternal. Having the same longevity as heaven and earth, holding the same radiance as the sun and moon, this is 'Pan'. Strength capable of covering the heavens, capturing the stars, this is 'Wu'. That true power, the illusory demonic shadow, all shall be annihilated within my palm…"
Wanluo's body drifted uncertainly, like a ghost, retreating backward. That lightning-fast blood blade radiance was surprisingly unable to chop onto his body. It was unknown what movement divine ability he was using; it was actually this miraculous.
At the same time, his mouth chanted as if reciting an epic. Every sentence he spoke formed an ethereal array formation. Layer upon layer superimposed on top, disintegrating the power of the blood-colored blade radiance.
After a few flashes, the power of that blood-colored blade radiance drastically decreased. Casually grabbed by him, it was actually caught in his hand. The blood radiance flickered restlessly, seemingly intending to struggle free, but a burst of firelight emerged from his hand, surprisingly melting the blood-colored blade radiance right there into a wisp of blue smoke.
"Haotian True Fire! This is a supreme divine ability of the Yuhua Sect, recorded within the Yuhua Ascension Scripture. Its power is not beneath the Great Sun Fire Disaster." Yan on Fang Han's body immediately transmitted this information into his mind.
Fang Han's heart was as clear as a mirror.
The highest classic of the Yuhua Sect, called the "Yuhua Ascension Scripture," recorded within it various supreme divine abilities. They were not easily imparted to disciples. Only those who had successfully cultivated the Golden Pill were able to be imparted them.
Experts of the Heaven-Man Realm could learn the Eight Great Divine Abilities, but could not learn supreme divine abilities. This was also a sect rule.
Although it was just a trace of blade qi from the King of the Blood Night, it was exceptionally formidable. Ordinary treasure artifacts would be sliced open in an instant, and spiritual artifacts would be annihilated upon contact. For Wanluo to purely rely on the "Haotian True Fire" he cultivated to refine it, one could see the formidability of this divine ability.
Just as Fang Han's thoughts turned, analyzing the power of the "Haotian True Fire," Wanluo seized the opportunity. Suddenly waving his palm, massive swaths of gang qi condensed into form, turning into a hand. This hand was fully the size of a room. Encircled by talisman characters on it, it surprisingly had seven fingers. On every finger, the talisman characters condensed into a word, namely Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Pity, Grief, Bitterness, Melancholy! Representing seven kinds of extreme emotions. For a time, all people felt their moods shaken, having sensations of sometimes wanting to rejoice wildly, sometimes wanting to wail loudly, and sometimes wanting to explode in extreme rage. Their moods were completely out of their own control, let alone stabilizing their minds and circulating magic power.
For a moment, Fang Han also felt his mind swaying, actually unable to calm down.
"This is the Great Handprint of the Seven Emotions!" Yan suddenly shouted: "Extremely formidable, based on the seven human emotions. Unless one has cultivated to an extremely high realm in the Longevity Realm, where the mind is an uncontaminated vacuum unaffected by influence, they will all suffer massive damage. Quickly execute the Blessing Art from your twenty-eight divine abilities!"