Chapter 449

Chapter 449: The Grand Feast at the Celestial Palace.

As the battle began, the thousand-hand illusion transformed into a massive explosion, reappearing in the world.

Xie Peng skillfully maintained his protective shield using his techniques.

The only difference was that Xie Peng started to occasionally counterattack, but unfortunately, he only hit Xu Lingtai’s clones.

However, Xie Peng remained undeterred, patiently defending against the bombardment of the thousand-hand illusion while trying to locate Xu Lingtai’s true form.

Due to the immense intensity of their battle, the Core Formation Stage Elder maintaining the arena at Qianling Sect used secret techniques to enlarge the entire arena tenfold, allowing both fighters to battle freely.

As their fight dragged on, the disciples from both sects in the audience began to grow bored.

On one side, there was constant bombardment, and on the other, endless defense.

Xu Lingtai struggled to unleash several ultimate moves, but Xie Peng evaded them effortlessly with his secret techniques.

"Your defensive strength reminds me of my sect’s Senior Brother," Xu Lingtai’s voice echoed across the battlefield.

"You’re impressive too. If this continues for three more days, I might just lose," Xie Peng replied casually, implying he could still hold out.

"Then keep holding on."

At that moment, a hundred solid balls the size of basketballs made from spirit iron alloy appeared next to the thousand-hand illusion.

The spirit iron alloy was engraved with simple lightning patterns.

The disciples from the Hidden Spirit Sect watching from below widened their eyes, beginning to appreciate the unique techniques of their sect.

At that moment, Xie Peng sensed a wave of danger and immediately activated his strongest defensive techniques.

A giant shield made of earth and metal attributes emerged in front of him.

Then, Xu Lingtai’s electromagnetic cannon technique made its first appearance in front of the disciples of Qianling Sect.

"Bang~"

A soft sound echoed, followed by a sharp noise that pierced through the air.

The basketball-sized spirit iron alloy struck Xie Peng’s giant shield in an instant.

"Boom~"

The collision’s shockwave swept across the arena, prompting the Integration Elder guarding the arena’s edge to wave his hand, creating a transparent shield at the edge of the arena.

Xie Peng stared in shock at the tiny crack on his giant shield, feeling a bit anxious. His proud defensive strength had been breached by this technique?

At that moment, two sounds that ripped through the air echoed again.

Xie Peng had no time to think; he abandoned the giant shield and transformed into an afterimage to dodge the two electromagnetic cannon attacks.

Then, the thousand-hand illusion continuously cast spells.

Wave after wave of electromagnetic cannons bombarded Xie Peng, but he narrowly evaded them with great skill.

Then came double and triple shots, all attempting to block Xie Peng’s movements, but after several attempts, they were all to no avail.

At this point, the Integration Elder guarding the edge of the arena began to look serious.

He prepared to use a spell at a critical moment to save Xie Peng.

After all, a shot like that aimed at someone in the Golden Core Stage would leave nothing but scraps.

At that moment, the disciples from both sects below the arena were wide-eyed in shock, staring at the scene unfolding on the stage.

They were stunned by the sheer power of each blast from the electromagnetic cannon.

At the same time, they were amazed by Xie Peng’s agility; every time a shot seemed about to hit him, he narrowly dodged it.

After Xu Lingtai’s relentless bombardment, he finally grasped the importance of movement and positioning, as his Master Ancestor had once emphasized.

If the Master Ancestor were here, this kid wouldn’t have dodged a single shot.

Xu Lingtai thought, unwilling to accept the situation.

By now, all the lightning-patterned projectiles had been fired, and Xu Lingtai stopped his barrage.

"Are you done? Out of spiritual energy, or are you giving up?" Xie Peng said to the thousand-hand illusion in the sky, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"You said you couldn’t beat me under normal circumstances. Do you have any *extraordinary* methods?" Xie Peng asked calmly, though his words carried a clear challenge.

At that moment, Xu Lingtai appeared in the sky, looking down at Xie Peng on the stage.

"Our sects have a good relationship, and my extraordinary methods are too brutal. They could easily shatter a cultivator’s heart, so it’s better I don’t use them."

"How about we call this a draw?" Xu Lingtai suggested.

Xu Fan and Spirit Cut both raised their eyebrows, torn between curiosity and sympathy.

Hearing Xu Lingtai’s words, Xie Peng’s battle intent surged even stronger.

Cruel methods that shatter hearts? As one of the top ten Golden Core Stage disciples of Qianling Sect, am I afraid? Can I back down?

A cultivator fears no battle!

Suddenly, Xie Peng bowed to Xu Lingtai.

"Friend Xu, please use your extraordinary methods," Xie Peng said sincerely.

"Are you sure?" Xu Lingtai asked, his tone tinged with reluctance.

"If I retreat today, I’ll retreat again tomorrow," Xie Peng replied firmly.

"I understand," Xu Lingtai said, his figure slowly fading away.

Then, the thousand-hand illusion radiated countless beams of light, enveloping the entire stage.

A myriad of phenomena appeared—heavenly treasures, rare beasts, celestial dancers, and gods from the heavenly realms.

Seeing this, Xie Peng narrowed his eyes and activated his strongest defensive techniques.

He fortified his mind to resist the intrusion of illusions.

Outside the secret realm, Xu Fan and Spirit Cut sighed softly. What they had feared was now happening.

"What’s the name of this technique?" Spirit Cut asked curiously.

"My useless disciple gave it a poetic name: the Grand Feast at the Celestial Palace," Xu Fan replied.

The disciples of the Hidden Spirit Sect, witnessing the spectacle, sighed as well. Some could no longer bear to watch.

On the stage, Xie Peng felt as though he were in a celestial palace, where a grand feast of delicacies was about to begin.

Countless tantalizing aromas teased his senses, stirring memories of his deepest desires.

"Is this just an illusion?" Xie Peng scoffed. His cultivation was advanced, and he no longer feared illusion techniques.

He held firm to his heart, ignoring all temptations within the illusion.

In the sky, Xu Lingtai smiled as he watched Xie Peng’s composure. "Your state of mind is quite impressive."

The thousand-hand illusion continued forming seals, casting the second, third, and fourth layers of the Grand Feast at the Celestial Palace illusion technique, directly enveloping Xie Peng.

In an instant, Xie Peng felt the world spin. When he regained his senses, he was in the midst of the celestial feast.

Several celestial maidens surrounded him, eagerly inviting him to join the banquet.

Their enchanting grace and purity made Xie Peng avert his gaze.

Just as he was about to succumb to the illusion, Xie Peng broke free from the maidens’ tender grasp and used his heart mirror techniques to escape the first layer of the illusion.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still at the celestial feast.

The only difference was that the maidens had changed, but they were just as beautiful and gentle, their words luring him into a world of tenderness.

Xie Peng felt a wave of dizziness—a sign that he was on the verge of being trapped in the illusion.

"Guard my heart, let the path be natural. All things are false, not…"

With his last shred of clarity, Xie Peng unleashed a technique to dispel the illusion.