Million Times Talent-Chapter 122: 9th level

In an instant, Chu Feng transformed into an ancient divine elephant, emitting an aura as profound as an abyss. Charging forward, he directly smashed into the man in the black robe.

Like an ancient divine mountain spanning the heavens and earth, the horrifying aura it emitted couldn't be described. It felt as if, with a single collision, everything would be reduced to dust.

The man in the black robe's pupils instantly contracted, aghast. Faced with the lightning-fast, large-scale indiscriminate attack, avoiding it was already impossible.

"The Descent of the Radiant Sun, Dragon of Flames Extinguishes the World!"

In an instant, countless sword energies converged into a massive fire dragon, spewing countless flaming swords, attempting to incinerate the divine elephant and block the overwhelmingly powerful collision, winning time for an escape.

But, all was in vain!

"Boom!"

The fire dragon didn't even have a chance to wail before being smashed into nothingness. The man in the black robe couldn't even struggle once; he was directly pounded into fragments.

Soon, he turned into specks of energy, dissipating into the heavens and earth.

"The eighth level passed, onward to the ninth level!" Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction. He also wanted to know where his limits lay.

Lifting his foot onto the ladder, he ascended step by step, heading straight for the ninth level.

...

"Damn!"

"Damn! That star point just entered the ninth level!"

"Damn, I am witnessing the rise of a giant!"

Countless exclamations erupted outside the Martial Tower, and people were venting their emotions without dirty words, unable to contain their suppressed feelings.

At this moment, within the entire Martial Tower, only two star points remained—one on the ninth level and one on the sixth level.

It was Chu Feng and Xu Tiezhu.

The debate about who had entered the ninth level had become the hottest topic on the forums. Supporters on both sides were engaged in an unprecedented fierce battle of words.

Outside the Martial Tower, waves of people surged in to watch the battle.

Inside the sixth level, there was a triumphant voice at this moment, "Haha, finally passed the sixth level!"

At this moment, Xu Tiezhu, covered in bloodstains, had expended tremendous effort to kill the demonic beast on this level. But he was very satisfied; after months of enduring hardship, he could finally step onto the seventh level.

Only by passing the seventh level would he be recognized by the school and gain more free time.

"That brat Chu Feng is probably still on the fifth level, right? This guy shouldn't be able to pass the sixth level!" Recalling the recent battle, he felt a lingering fear. He was more convinced that although Chu Feng had extraordinary talent, the sixth level would act like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the path of this young man.

"Humph! Fight with me, and when you're out of the Martial Tower, let's see how arrogant you'll be!" For a moment, Xu Tiezhu entered a state of fantasy, feeling extremely pleased just thinking about it!

...

On the ninth level, as soon as Chu Feng appeared, he saw a man in a blood-red robe.

This man exuded an endless bloodthirsty aura, and Chu Feng felt as if he was standing in a vast sea of blood, waves of blood rolling over him, and a strong killing intent surging towards him.

Even from a hundred meters away, Chu Feng still felt the terrifying pressure and endless killing intent. For an ordinary person, their courage would waver before even entering the battle.

Chu Feng remained calm, standing straight across from this man, like a refined and tempered divine spear. He carried a sharp aura, ready to pierce through the sky at any moment.

The man in the blood-red robe showed appreciation on his face. "Young man, I have three strikes named the Blood Sea Three Kills. As long as you withstand these three strikes, you can pass the ninth level."

"Good! Show me your moves!" Chu Feng's eyes gleamed with determination, and his battle intent surged.

"Blood Sea Three Kills — Kill of Ten Thousand Demons!"

The man in the blood-red robe roared to the sky, and a violent surge of Astral Qi gushed out. An endless sea of blood instantly formed, creating a vast blood ocean.

The entire space was filled with a thick blood color, as if blood was floating in the air, making it seem as if the heavens and earth were bleeding.

With a wave of his long knife, countless dense blood-colored blade energies instantly formed a crimson broadsword. The blood-red blade emitted a bloodthirsty and murderous aura, making one's scalp tingle.