Chapter Fifty-Six: Crisis

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  One after another, the light flashed inside Huálóng Tower, and one by one, the cultivators appeared, some with regret, some with joy, while others remained expressionless.

  Those monks who were disappointed naturally did so because they didn't get good results in the qualifying match, while those who were delighted did so because they had done their best and also got good results.

  At the very top, nine rays of light appeared, and the cultivators who shone with these nine rays were all extremely arrogant. Upon closer inspection, they were all at least fourth-level existences.

  Zhang Song was also among them, staring intently at Yang Yi, letting out a cold hum from his nostrils before closing his eyes. It seemed that his injuries had not fully recovered yet, and Zhang Song needed to exert himself to cast the secret technique, putting immense pressure on his body's recovery, which was why he couldn't recover for so long.

  "Hum"

  A dazzling light flashed, and a terrifying aura appeared in the void. A figure emerged in the void, with a mark on his brow, which was none other than Lei Tianming, the master of transformation who hosted this Dragon Transformation Competition.

  Lei Tianming glanced at the nine people and said coldly, "You nine are the top nine of this tournament. You will compete for the top two spots, and whoever gets them can enter the Heavenly Palace and receive the strongest cultivation from me, with the highest status among all disciples. The other eight will enter the Earth Palace and also receive high-level cultivation from me. Now there are only nine of you, and one more needs to be selected from the remaining 91 cultivators. You can disperse now. Today is the day for those 91 cultivators to compete for the last spot in the top ten and for a place in the Mystic Palace and Yellow Palace. Tomorrow will be your earth-shattering battle." With a wave of his hand, Lei Tianming sent everyone back to the bottom floor of the Huálóng Tower, leaving them in awe of the power of a high-ranking cultivator.

  "Hah, listen up! Just because you've made it to the fifth floor doesn't mean you can enter the Heavenly Palace. Tomorrow's battle is the real deal, and if you encounter me, I'll show you the true power of Zhang Song!"

  Zhang Song stood up and walked straight out.

  Yang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered inwardly. Although Zhang Song's secret method was very formidable, he wasn't afraid of it at all.

  Outside the Huálóng Tower, a majestic man quietly stared at the exit of the Huálóng Tower, with an inexplicable killing intent flashing in his eyes.

  Suddenly, this middle-aged man saw a familiar figure walking out of Huálóng Tower and called out in a low voice: "Zhāng Sōng."

  Zhang Song was slightly stunned, lifted his head, and his eyes shone with an unusual light. He hurried over and bowed slightly, saying: "Zhang Song pays respects to Uncle Bai."

  This middle-aged man was none other than Bai Yi's father, the majestic Mo Tian Cave Master, Bai Po Jun. He was revered as the number one cave master and the most promising expert in bloodline transformation.

  Bai Pojun's face had no smile, his voice was as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Zhang Xian nephew, my son Bai Yi has been killed by someone, do you know?"

  Zhang Song's expression tightened, and he gritted his teeth: "How could I not know? Brother Bai was my good friend, and he died a tragic death at the hands of a despicable villain. How can I swallow this anger? I have even fought with that treacherous and shameless little man before, but was stopped by the seniors of Huilong Palace."

  Bai Pojun's expression didn't change at all, he just nodded slightly and said: "Alright, Yi'er has a friend like you, I can rest assured. My virtuous nephew only needs to point out which one is Yang Yi."

  Zhang Song Meng's gaze turned to Bai Po Jun, his heart skipped a beat as he suddenly guessed what Bai Po Jun had in mind. The idea was so shocking that even Zhang Song couldn't help but say: "Uncle, this is Huo Long City, and Yang Yi that little thief has already entered the top ten, he's a cultivator who receives special training from Huo Long Palace. If we make a move here, it might not be beneficial for you."

  Bai Pojun waved his hand, and a crazed, overbearing aura emanated from his entire body: "Hmph, Yang Yi is just a minor cultivator, no matter how talented he may be. I am on the verge of achieving Blood Vessel Transformation. As long as that little thief dies, Huilong Palace wouldn't dare to offend me for the sake of a dead man. Alright, you only need to point out which one is Yang Yi."

  Yang Yi quietly walked out of the Huálóng Tower, his eyes slightly condensed, and his whole body felt a wave of discomfort, as if being stared at by a wild beast.

  Yang was naturally vigilant and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, his gaze paused for a moment before falling on a majestic middle-aged man standing beside Zhang Song.

  "Huh? Who is he? Standing next to Zhang Song, with ill intentions towards me. Humph, this is Huálóng City, no one dares to cause trouble here." Yang Yi was not afraid either, and stared at the middle-aged man.

  Bai Pojun followed Zhang Song's gaze and also saw Yang Yi, his eyes filled with surging killing intent, the pain of losing a child, which was unbearable for ordinary people.

  Bai Pojun let out a cold snort and strode towards Yang Yi in big strides.

  "Was it you who killed Yi'er?" Bai Pojun asked coldly.

  "Easy?"

  Yang furrowed his brow, and his mind was racing wildly, when suddenly a thought burst forth in his heart.

  "Are you the master of Motian Cave?" Yang thought of Bai Yi, who had died in his hands, and his father was the famous master of Motian Cave.

  Bai Pojun's face turned ferocious, and he coldly said: "So it was you? You killed my Yi'er, do you think you can still be carefree? Today, no matter who tries to save you, you will die!"

  Yang Yi could never have imagined that Bai Pojun would actually dare to take action in Huálóng City, and what's more, right in front of the Huálóng Tower.

  Boom

  A massive force was oppressing Yang Yi, and the powerful aura alone had already made him almost breathless. Bai Pojun's strength was at the level of Condensing Blood Ninefold, condensing a Golden Elixir, a super strong expert who had infinitely approached the realm of Bloodline Transformation, far beyond what Yang Yi could currently withstand.

  However, Yang Yikai was not a person who would sit and wait for death. The blood vessels in his body began to flow rapidly, his heart beating continuously, and the power of the blood vessels flowed rapidly throughout his body. The talismans inside his spatial ring were thrown out like they were worthless.

  "This is just a trivial skill, and this is the talisman I've refined. You think you can use it against me?" Bai Pojun sneered, his hand trembling slightly, as an unimaginable power burst forth in an instant, these talismans were all shaken into powder, the Ninefold Congealed Blood condensed into the existence of a Golden Elixir, its power truly immeasurable.

  Danger, danger, this is the most critical moment for Yang Yi. At this moment, his mind is frantically thinking of a way to stop Bai Pojun, even if it's just for a moment, as long as he can hold on for a moment, that would be enough, because this is Huálóng City, where there are countless powerful shape-shifters.

  As long as they can hold on for a moment, the shape-shifting masters of Huā Lóng Gōng will definitely intervene. Bái Pò Jūn is formidable, but he's no match for these shape-shifting masters.

  It's just that resisting for a moment is by no means easy.