As the battle raged on, Lie Renwo's aura underwent a profound metamorphosis, expanding exponentially to quadruple its original magnitude. The air around him seemed to shimmer and distort, as if reality itself was being reshaped by his burgeoning power.
With a subtle gesture, Lie Renwo summoned a majestic phoenix, its plumage a kaleidoscope of colors, its eyes blazing with an inner fire. The phoenix swooped down, its wings beating with a hypnotic rhythm, as it unleashed a torrent of flames that engulfed Tiānkōng Lǐngzhǔ.
The crowd watched in horror as Tiānkōng Lǐngzhǔ's face was scorched, his skin charred and blackened by the intense heat. His eyes widened in shock and pain, as he stumbled backward, his aura faltering.
The audience was left agog, their minds reeling in stunned incredulity. The announcer's voice boomed, "And the winner of this epic clash is Lie Renwo, the scion of our revered Supreme God from the Xiao Family!"
The Xiao Family's stands erupted in jubilation, their members cheering and weeping tears of joy. Mei's eyes shone with pride, as she whispered to herself, "Your daddy will be proud of you, Lie Renwo."
Meanwhile, the Wáng family's countenances fell, their faces etched with concern and trepidation. They knew that Lie Renwo would be a formidable obstacle in their quest for supremacy.
As the third tournament commenced, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The crowd held its collective breath, eager to witness the next battle in this saga of gods and monsters.
The announcer's voice boomed once more, "And now, the third match shall begin! The contestants are... "
He paused, his voice dripping with drama, "Xiǎo Míngyuè, the luminous luminary of the Ling Family, and... "
He paused again, his eyes glinting with excitement, "Wáng Yù, the prodigious scion of the Wáng Family!"As the third match commenced, Mr. Wáng, the patriarch of the Wáng family, smiled with unwavering confidence, his eyes gleaming with an air of superiority. "This battle shall be a truncated affair," he declared, his voice dripping with conviction. "Wáng Yù's prowess shall swiftly vanquish his opponent."
The battle began, and the two opponents, Xiǎo Míngyuè and Wáng Yù, stood facing each other, their auras radiating an intense, palpable energy. The air around them seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was being reshaped by their burgeoning powers.
Xiǎo Míngyuè, the luminous luminary of the Ling Family, stood tall, her aura glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Her cultivation stage, Nascent Soul Realm, Level 7, was a testament to her unwavering dedication and unrelenting perseverance.
Wáng Yù, the prodigious scion of the Wáng Family, stood opposite her, his aura blazing with a fierce, unyielding intensity. His cultivation stage, Nascent Soul Realm, Level 9, was a formidable indicator of his unbridled power and unshakeable resolve.
As the battle commenced, the two opponents unleashed a maelstrom of attacks, their powers locked in a struggle that shook the very foundations of reality. The crowd watched in awe, their minds reeling in stunned incredulity, as the two cultivators clashed, their auras glowing with an intense, otherworldly energy.
The wind howled, the trees swayed, and the earth trembled, as if the very fabric of existence was being reshaped by the unbridled fury of the two opponents. The outcome was far from certain, as the battle raged on, with neither side yielding an inch, their unyielding determination and unrelenting ferocity forging an unbreakable stalemate.
Xiǎo Míngyuè summoned a shimmering moonbeam, its soft, ethereal light illuminating the surroundings, as she unleashed a gentle, soothing melody, her voice like a celestial songstress. The melody seemed to reverberate deep within the very soul, calming the mind and soothing the spirit.
Wáng Yù, however, remained unfazed, his aura blazing with an unyielding intensity, as he unleashed a torrent of wooden fury, his attacks like a tempestuous storm, shaking the very foundations of reality. The crowd watched in horror, their minds reeling in stunned incredulity, as the two cultivators clashed, their powers locked in a struggle that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.
As the fight intensified, Xiǎo Míngyuè abruptly dematerialized, only to reemerge behind Wáng Yù, her movements a dazzling display of her mastery over spatial manipulation. With a lightning-fast and lethal strike, she thrust a potent, scarlet-hued sword into Wáng Yù's chest, the blade throbbing with a toxic, venomous energy.
The crowd's collective inhalation of breath echoed through the arena, their voices roughened by shock and astonishment. "Huh!" The spectators' eyes dilated in horror, their minds reeling in stunned perplexity.
Wáng, the patriarch of the Wáng family, rose from his seat, his gaze fixed intently on the fallen form of his scion. With a subtle exertion of his mental faculties, he extended his consciousness, establishing a telepathic link with Wáng Yù. He then utilized his formidable psychic powers to teleport Wáng Yù from the arena to the safety of their family's stands.
The arena fell silent, the atmosphere heavy with foreboding and unease. The announcer's voice boomed, "The tide of battle has shifted! The winner of this match is Xiǎo Míngyuè, the luminary of the Ling Family!" The crowd's reaction was muted, their voices hushed in reverence.
Meanwhile, a demon eagle soared through the skies, its wings beating with a hypnotic cadence, as it carried a missive from Lyraea to Lie Renwo. The eagle alighted beside Lie Renwo, its eyes aglow with an otherworldly intelligence, as it relinquished the letter into his hands.
Lie Renwo's eyes widened as he beheld Lyraea's name inscribed on the parchment, the memories of their past encounters flooding his mind like a deluge. His countenance fell, his eyes welling up with tears, as a profound sorrow washed over him.
"Lyráea!" Lie Renwo's voice was a plaintive whisper, his heart heavy with longing and regret. The weight of his impending battles seemed to pale in comparison to the anguish that now beset him.As Lie Renwo's lugubrious whisper lingered in the air, Lyraea, positioned at a remote distance from the realm, scrutinized the unfolding scene with an unwavering, falcon-like gaze. Her countenance etched with trepidation, she fretted about Lie Renwo's predicament, her mind racing with the calamitous implications of his emotional turmoil.
Without hesitation, Lyraea resolved to intervene, electing to conceal her true nature as a demon beneath a veneer of divinity. She crafted an elaborate illusion, weaving a complex tapestry of magical energies to masquerade as a goddess.
Her attire, a dazzling ensemble of starlight and moonbeams, shimmered with an ethereal luminescence, expertly designed to deceive even the most discerning divine eyes. Lyraea's demonic features remained hidden, obscured by the illusionary facade of a goddess.
With her disguise firmly in place, Lyraea set forth towards the Gods' Realm, her determination to assist Lie Renwo burning brighter with every step. As she traversed the realms, her presence commanded attention, her illusory divine aura preceding her like a herald.
Upon arriving at the Gods' Realm, Lyraea was immediately confronted by a formidable gatekeeper, a towering deity with skin like polished obsidian and eyes that burned with an inner fire. "Halt, interloper!" the gatekeeper thundered, his voice like the crack of doom. "Who dares to trespass upon this sacred realm?"
Lyraea stood tall, her illusory divine attire shimmering with an intense, pulsating light. "I am Lyraea, Goddess of the Luminous Skies," she declared, her voice like music, expertly mimicking the tone and inflection of a genuine goddess. "I have come to offer my assistance to Lie Renwo, a noble warrior beset by turmoil."