796: C796 The First Test

C796 The First Test

Xiang Zixuan was a first stage Soul Altar Stage, and with this level of talent and strength, he was not one bit inferior to the top Heaven's Pride in all of them.

It was completely reasonable that he could resist the Lord of Holy Court's might.

The will of the Lord of Holy Court's clone was only a strand of power, it was only used to test the future Emperor's Son-In-Law, so naturally, the clone wouldn't be too strong.

This kind of strength was not at all inferior to the suppression of a fifth stage Soul Altar Stage. Xiang Zixuan being able to withstand it with a first stage Soul Altar Stage also proved that his foundation was extremely solid.

As for Xiang Shaoyun, he was in a miserable state.

This force was not something he could withstand and he was smashed to the ground.

This kind of feeling made him feel as if he had just entered the Hall of Martial Arts. At that time, he had also encountered such a situation and was completely unable to withstand the pressure.

Xiang Zixuan bent his body as he sneered at Xiang Shaoyun, "You idiot who brought this upon yourself!"

Saying that, he activated his own strength and started to fight against the will of the Lord of Holy Court's avatar.

However, at this moment, the pressure became increasingly intense, causing him to feel as though he couldn't withstand it.

"Why is this force getting stronger and stronger? Damn it!" Xiang Zixuan secretly complained.

As for Xiang Shaoyun who was lying on the ground, he was in unbearable agony, he felt like his body was going to explode.

However, he realized that this was not the most important thing. What was really killing him was the mental pressure.

Spiritual pressure was pressure that came from the soul. It was so direct that the soul couldn't withstand it and had no way of resisting.

After Xiang Shaoyun realized this, he quickly used his soul force to resist.

Although this kind of pressure was terrifying, he was a Stainless Soul, and his soul force had already reached the third stage of Imperial Sovereign Level. Furthermore, with the Nether Dragon Soul Hoop protecting his soul, he could completely block this mental pressure.

After Xiang Shaoyun endured the spiritual pressure, he felt a lot more relaxed.

The pressure on his body greatly decreased. He felt that it was no longer as unbearable as before. He quickly refined a drop of the Silver Light Thunder Liquid and quickly healed his injuries.

After Xiang Shaoyun's injuries were healed, he felt much better.

Xiang Shaoyun wanted to stand up, but he saw that Xiang Zixuan's body was pressed down lower and lower, and cold sweat was pouring down his body incessantly. It was obvious that he was about to be unable to endure it any longer.

"I must hold on!" Xiang Zixuan screamed in shock, the purple lightning surrounding his body stopped circulating, causing him to straighten his waist.

But very quickly, it was suppressed to the point that it was hard to endure, and its body smashed down onto the ground like Xiang Shaoyun.

"Impossible, a mere avatar's will is already able to suppress me, give me the Soul Altar!" Xiang Zixuan unwillingly roared out, and directly brought out the Soul Altar.

This layer of crystal clear Soul Altar released a unique aura, which carried a strong spiritual energy and bore the pressure of the Lord of Holy Court, allowing him to slowly climb up.

The Soul Altar was formed by combining the power of the stars and the power of the soul. It represented the foundation of a warrior's soul.

Xiang Zixuan's Soul Altar was several times larger than an ordinary first stage Soul Altar Stage cultivator. From this, it could be seen that he was several times stronger than a Soul Altar warrior of the same realm.

Xiang Zixuan stood up once again. However, the amount of soul energy he had was enormous, and he did not know if he could hold on for another two hours.

The corner of Xiang Shaoyun's eyes glanced at him, and he muttered in his heart, "The Xiang Family was once the strongest clan in the Gu clan. Although following the decline of Xiang Dingtian, their Xiang Family had suffered heavy injuries from all the major powers, after ten thousand years of rest, their Xiang Family has already recovered quite a bit!"

For some reason, the moment he thought of Xiang Family, he felt an extremely contradictory feeling in his heart.

He didn't know if it was due to the blood relation or some other reason, but he couldn't shake it off even if he wanted to.

Xiang Shaoyun did not continue to be conflicted. He also did not climb up.2

As long as his soul could withstand it, the pressure on his body would be greatly reduced. Therefore, he didn't feel too uncomfortable right now. As long as he could get up after the time was up and walk out of here, he would be fine.

Although this was a bit disgraceful, it didn't matter as long as he could pass the test.

If he did not have a Nether Dragon Soul Hoop to hold him off against, he would probably have to struggle as hard as Xiang Zixuan.

Very quickly, an hour had passed and Xiang Zixuan was once again pressed to the ground, the power of the Soul Altar was more or less exhausted.

He only relied on his unyielding willpower to support himself. He looked at Xiang Shaoyun who was stuck on the ground and muttered, "This kid is already dead. As long as I hold on to the very end, we can pass the first round!"

Miss Holy Court's status was incomparably noble. Receiving her words was the same as gaining the support of the Holy Court.

Although Xiang Zixuan was an existence at the peak of the young generation within the Xiang Family, he was still not without competitors, so he definitely did not wish to be relegated in this trial.

"This guy can really hold on!" Xiang Shaoyun sighed softly in his heart.

As time passed, the Lord of Holy Court's pressure did not weaken but instead became stronger and stronger, to the point that it could almost be compared to the power displayed by a late stage Ancestor.

Even if Xiang Shaoyun had a Nether Dragon Soul Hoop, he could still feel a strong force enveloping all of his body, and the pressure on his body was also getting stronger and stronger.

Although these powers were not material, it was still not something that an ordinary Soul Altar Stage practitioner could withstand.

In other words, the minimum requirement to be a Prince Consort of the Holy Court was to at least reach Soul Altar Stage and be able to withstand the pressure here.

Of course, other than this condition, the difference in age would not be too far from Tuoba Wan'er's. Otherwise, how could she be compatible with him?

When the two hours were almost over, the many elders outside started to look forward to it. Even Tuoba Wan'er, who was waiting, looked so.

Although she was the granddaughter of the Court Lord, her happiness could not be held in her hands. Her heart was incomparably sad, and she hoped that both of them could not pass the test.

If there really was someone who could pass the examination, she would be leaning towards Xiang Shaoyun.

This was because she had already discussed with Old Urchin. If Xiang Shaoyun succeeded in passing, Old Urchin would be able to control Xiang Shaoyun and would be able to stall for time.

It was a pity that her grandfather had not appeared for more than ten years. She did not know what was going on with him.

If her grandfather hadn't gone into closed-door training, she would have had much more choice to make.

Two hours later, the door of the secret room slowly opened.

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