Hearing Li Xingyun say that, Wu Tian's eyes drooped:
"No way, big brother, do you think this matter is that easy to accomplish?"
"Let alone whether you can withstand a Saint-grade Immortal Skill."
"I also have no way to store a Saint-grade Immortal Skill within your body!"
What Wu Tian said was absolutely true.
After all, just giving Li Xingyun a Super-grade Immortal Skill had already put him under immense strain.
A Saint-grade Immortal Skill, however.
That was a pipe dream!
Hearing Wu Tian's unhesitating reply, Li Xingyun's eyes widened immediately.
He said in disbelief, "What do you mean by that?"
"So, according to you, you have no way forward for the upcoming competition, is that right?"
"Then what am I working myself to death for!"
"Since it's a loss no matter what, I might as well rest well for two days!"
Wu Tian said, "You can't say that. At least you've already avenged Zhang Qi, haven't you?"
"Besides, Sect Leader Ling has also started to pay special attention to you. These are all benefits you've gained!"
Li Xingyun felt extremely displeased no matter how he thought about it, so he resorted to being unreasonable and said, "No, I've come this far, you must think of a way for me!"
"Otherwise, I, I'll just die in front of you!"
Wu Tian had initially expected Li Xingyun to say something harsh.
He hadn't expected him to end up saying something like that.
This made him unable to help but laugh.
In the beginning, Li Xingyun might not have been interested in participating in the competition.
But now that he had come this far, he surely wouldn't give up easily.
In this situation, Wu Tian naturally had to support him, so he asked:
"Don't get so agitated. Tell me about Chen Shen first."
"How much do you know about him?"
Li Xingyun said, "How much can I know? I'm not familiar with him at all."
"I only know that his talent was quite ordinary before. A year ago, he was still a Mid-grade Immortal."
"But I don't know what happened this year. Not only did he advance to High-grade Immortal, but he also entered True Immortal half a month ago."
"Even the Sect Leader finds such a thing incredible!"
"There's such a thing?" Wu Tian was stunned.
According to Li Xingyun's words, Chen Shen's talent shouldn't have been that good.
But how could he have achieved such a significant improvement all of a sudden?
Could there be something wrong with this?
However, such thoughts did not linger in Wu Tian's mind for long.
After all, Chen Shen had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in digging into other people's affairs.
He thought for a moment and said, "If he entered True Immortal half a month ago, then things might be a bit easier."
Speaking of this, Wu Tian waved his hand, and a dark shadow immediately appeared beside Li Xingyun.
The sudden appearance of a colossal figure beside him made Li Xingyun so startled that he almost fell to the ground.
He carefully examined the thing and then said in surprise, "What is this thing?"
"Even though it's just an iron man, why... do I feel it so powerful?"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "This is the Thunder God Puppet, forged by the Thunder God himself back then."
"Its strength has surpassed High-grade Immortals. With it around, it should be able to stall Chen Shen for a while."
"No way?!" Li Xingyun was astonished, "This iron brother's strength actually surpasses High-grade Immortals?"
"What kind of deity is this Thunder God? He's too terrifying!"
Wu Tian smiled charmingly, and then continued, "It's not over yet. Relying on it alone, you won't be able to defeat Chen Shen."
As he said this, Wu Tian flipped his wrist, and a black bomb appeared in his hand.
"This is a small item I obtained back then. If it detonates, even if you're not at the center of the explosion, there's a chance it can kill a High-grade Immortal."
"If you can coordinate the Thunder God Puppet and the effect of this bomb well, it's not impossible to heavily injure Chen Shen."
Listening to Wu Tian's explanation, Li Xingyun's mouth hung open, wide enough to fit an egg.
He exclaimed in admiration, "Wu Tian, you're too amazing!"
"It's one thing that your strength is so great now, but you actually have so many good things on you."
"I truly admire you!"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Alright, alright, stop with the useless talk."
"Since I've given you the items, how you use them is entirely up to your skill."
"If you still can't win with this, then I truly can't help you anymore."
With these two treasures on him, Li Xingyun's confidence soared.
He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm a genius. Such a small situation is nothing to me!"
Wu Tian said, "Then I wish you luck in winning the championship tomorrow."
"You can definitely do it, Sect Leader Li."
This address of "Sect Leader Li" made Li Xingyun's heart bloom with joy.
He immediately waved his hand, as if afraid Wu Tian would take the items back, and quickly left.
Wu Tian smiled and shook his head, about to enter the house.
But at that moment, a gust of strange wind blew over abruptly, making him stop in his tracks.
"Hmm?"
From that gust of wind, he seemed to sense something unusual.
But when he quieted down and tried to sense it carefully, the feeling disappeared again.
"How strange."
He muttered to himself, then paid no more mind to it and walked away.
But he was unaware.
At that very moment, a great crisis was quietly unfolding...
One night passed quickly. When the sky brightened, the much-anticipated finals finally arrived.
This competition would determine the next Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.
Therefore, it could be considered the most important event in the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect's thousand-year history.
The fighting arena was already filled with people, and Li Xingyun was already standing on the fighting platform.
Everything was ready, but a strange thing happened.
Chen Shen did not appear.
By all rights, this was impossible.
This competition was the final hurdle.
Whoever won would gain immense improvement and honor.
But at such a critical juncture, why would Chen Shen be late?
Half an hour after the competition began, Chen Shen still hadn't arrived.
For this reason, Ling Jianxiao specifically sent people to search for him.
However, the disciples who were sent out did not bring back any news.
Seeing that another hour had passed, discussions began to arise from the audience.
"What's going on? Where is he? Why is he missing?"
"Could it be that he knew he couldn't win and fled in fear of losing face?"
"That's impossible to think about!"
"He's a Lower-grade True Immortal. If anyone were to flee, it should be Li Xingyun, right?"
"I don't understand, I don't understand. But if he never comes back, then the championship position will be handed over to someone else!"