Mortal: I, the Holy Son of Yao Guang, have rebuilt my Chaotic Body.

Chapter 27 Arena Showdown

"Both possess unique spiritual roots and their combat strength surpasses that of others of the same rank. Who do you think will win?"

"That goes without saying. Senior Brother Lei has long since reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. It is said that if it weren't for the orders from the sect's higher-ups, he would already be a Foundation Establishment senior."

"Even though he's still in the Qi Refining stage, Senior Brother Lei is invincible among his peers. Not to mention his top-tier magic weapons and talismans, just the fact that he cultivates the ancient Lei Cultivation inheritance makes his spells far more powerful than those of his peers."

"Most importantly, Yao Guang's cultivation level is lower than Senior Brother Lei's."

"I'll bet two spirit stones that Senior Brother Lei will finish the fight within ten moves."

The audience was abuzz with discussion, with the vast majority of people believing that Lei Tianyang would win.

Just then, a figure leaped onto the arena.

"It's Senior Brother Lei! Look, he's coming on stage!"

Lei Tianyang was tall and burly, with a resolute and powerful face. He had short hair, and his body was faintly crackling with lightning. A violent sense of oppression spread with his steps, making the spectators near the arena gasp for breath.

He surveyed the room with an air of absolute confidence and arrogance.

A year ago, he was preparing to take the Foundation Establishment Pill, but the Ancestor Ningyue personally came to his door, asking him to postpone the Foundation Establishment for a year. He also asked him to have a match today with that disciple with the Light Spirit Root who was the subject of much discussion. If he won, he would be granted a great opportunity.

Therefore, he was very excited. It was only a one-year delay in his foundation building. During this time, he could continue to solidify and refine his lightning techniques. As for Yao Guang, even though he was also a cultivator with a different spiritual root who was famous for his strong fighting skills, he never took him seriously.

During his Qi Refining period, he firmly believed that he was invincible.

Amidst the clamor and shouts of the disciples below the stage, Yao Guang calmly and steadily climbed the steps to the arena.

Compared to a year ago, his temperament has become even more sacred after cultivating the "Primordial Holy Light Technique". His skin flows with holy light, his hair reflects golden light, and he seems to be wearing a divine robe. His temperament is transcendent, like a god walking in the human world.

"Wow, so he's Yao Guang! What a handsome junior!"

"He is so noble and sacred. In his presence, I feel utterly vulgar..."

"I've changed my mind. I'm going to support Senior Brother Yao Guang."

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Most of the people were seeing Master Yao Guang for the first time. Upon closer inspection, they found him to be like a ray of warm sunshine, making the disciples who were near him feel warm and comfortable, a stark contrast to Lei Tianyang's oppressive and violent temperament.

Many female disciples were immediately drawn to Yao Guang at first sight, their hearts fluttering with admiration. Their gazes were intense, as if they wanted to imprint his every move into their hearts.

No matter where she was, Yao Guang's appearance and demeanor always held a great attraction for female cultivators.

Yao Guang walked calmly and with a smile to the opposite side of Lei Tianyang.

Lei Tianyang swept his divine sense over Yao Guang, and Yao Guang's cultivation level was immediately apparent to him. He shook his head dismissively and spoke in a voice that sounded mature beyond his years:

"Junior Brother Yao, I know your spiritual root is extremely rare, but the advantage of a single spiritual root lies in the benefits of dual cultivation. As for the destructive power of spells..."

Lei Tianyang patted the storage bag lightly, and a silver spear appeared in his hand. He casually pointed it at an angle, and silver arcs of electricity flickered slightly at the tip of the spear.

"Make your move. If you can withstand ten of my moves, I, Lei Tianyang, will admit defeat."

"Ten moves?" Yao Guang didn't take out any magical artifacts, and smiled calmly. "You can't even withstand three moves."

"Clang..." The silver spear hummed, and the electric arcs suddenly intensified, making a crackling sound. Lei Tianyang's expression grew cold. Even ordinary early Foundation Establishment cultivators wouldn't dare to make such boastful remarks to him.

"Look, that's Lei Tianyang's top-grade magic weapon—the Silver Thunder Spear. It's said to be mixed with silver essence, a material used only when refining magic treasures, and it can penetrate the defenses of most top-grade magic weapons."

A disciple in the audience exclaimed, his eyes filled with fervor and envy.

Yao Guang moved. He walked forward step by step, as if strolling in a garden. With each step, the holy light flowing from his skin radiated outward. After a few steps, a layer of holy light, like a light golden mist, enveloped the area three feet around him, making him look like a rising sun.

"Then, junior brother, you shall make the first move!"

Yao Guang clenched his right hand out of thin air, and in an instant, holy light gathered in his hand, instantly condensing into a golden spear made of light, with sacred runes flowing over its body.

With a flick of his wrist, the golden spear shot out like a rainbow piercing the sun, heading straight for Lei Tianyang.

"Well done!" Lei Tianyang roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, and with a flick of his silver lightning spear, the silver lightning at the tip of the spear danced wildly and gathered at a single point, like a needle against a wheat awn, fiercely meeting the golden spear.

The moment the spears clashed, silver arcs of electricity crackled and golden holy light burst forth. The two forces intertwined and entangled, and for a moment it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand.

"They held their ground? They're evenly matched!?"

"Yao Guang didn't even use any magical artifacts; he could withstand a top-tier magical artifact with just his spells?"

The audience erupted in uproar. Countless disciples stared wide-eyed, for in their minds, top-tier magic artifacts were simply beyond the reach of Qi Refining cultivators' spells.

"Hmm? What kind of spell is this?" On the distant solitary peak, a hint of surprise appeared in the cold eyes of the Ancestor Ningyue. From the holy light that Yao Guang was surrounded by to the light spear he condensed with his bare hands to fight against a top-level magic weapon, none of these effects were something that any Yang attribute technique she had given could have.

"Could this be a divine ability inherent in those with a Light Spirit Root?" Ancestor Ningyue pondered. Her knowledge of the legendary Light Spirit Root was limited to what was recorded in ancient texts, so she could only speculate in this way.

On the arena, Lei Tianyang gritted his teeth. His opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations. He was filled with shock and anger, and he pushed his lightning-attribute spiritual power to its limit, which surged into the lightning spear in his hand like a bursting dam.

He intends to use his absolute advantage in magical power and top-tier magical artifacts to defeat this kid head-on.

In the midst of the stalemate between spears and lances, suddenly, a golden glint flashed in Yao Guang's eyes. He threw out the golden spear and retreated.

"burst!"

Holy light burst forth from the golden spear, countless beams of light shooting out and dancing wildly in all directions. The power of the holy light, like a raging torrent, crashed fiercely towards Lei Tianyang.

With a "boom," Lei Tianyang's arm trembled violently, his tiger's mouth burst open, blood flowed freely, and the spear almost flew out of his hand. He staggered backward, his blood surging, and his hand holding the spear was trembling.

Yao Guang then gracefully retreated, his demeanor still composed. Although he had detonated the golden spear, it was something he had temporarily conjured using the Holy Light spell, and it had no backlash on him.

Lei Tianyang was greatly alarmed. With just this one strike, he realized that the opponent's technique was just as profound as his own, and he no longer looked down on him.

Before they could even react, Yao Guang's calm voice rang out again.

"The second move."