The restriction barrier rippled slightly, bouncing the Black-clothed middle-aged man back.
The Black-clothed middle-aged man fell onto the platform no. 12, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood. His face was pale, and his Aura was weak, clearly indicating that the victor had been decided.
The Red-haired Ancient Demon's attack struck the Black-clothed middle-aged man, and it imdiately roared with excitent.
Its eyes glowed ferociously, and its massive body leaped high, swinging its enormous fist to smash down hard on the Black-clothed middle-aged man's head.
It looked as if it intended to crush him into a pulp with one punch.
"I... I surrender."
The Black-clothed middle-aged man's face turned white with fear, and he hastily surrendered, no longer possessing any courage to resist.
Just at this critical mont, the humanoid puppet, which had been standing quietly at the edge of the platform no. 12, suddenly raised its right hand.
A dazzling red light instantly condensed in its palm. The red light shot out like lightning, precisely hitting the Red-haired Ancient Demon leaping in mid-air.
The Red-haired Ancient Demon's roar abruptly ceased. Its massive body began to disintegrate the mont the red light touched it.
It transford into a thick red mist, rapidly dissipating over the platform no. 12.
The Black-clothed middle-aged man slumped to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief. His back was already cold, and he still felt lingering fear as he looked at the spot where the Red-haired Ancient Demon had vanished.
"Assessnt failed. Step down. Number two, co forward to be assessed."
The humanoid puppet's emotionless voice rang out.
The Black-clothed middle-aged man quickly stood up, shook his head, and walked off the platform no. 12 with a look of disappointnt.
With his strength, he simply couldn't pass this rigorous assessnt.
Imdiately after, the Cultivator called number two leaped up, landing steadily on the platform no. 12, ready to undergo the assessnt.
Cultivator number two was a Black-robed Youth with a stern face.
The Aura emanating from him was not particularly strong; his cultivation was only at the Early Stage Immortal King, even weaker than the Black-clothed middle-aged man from before.
As soon as he stood firm, the ground in the middle of the platform no. 12 began to glow red again. As the red light converged, another Ancient Demon Puppet slowly materialized.
It was also a Red-haired Ancient Demon, but this Ancient Demon was a size smaller than the previous one.
The Aura emanating from its body was also much weaker, barely reaching the Middle Stage Immortal King level.
Fang Hong, who had been quietly observing from below the stage, understood the situation upon seeing this scene.
The platform no. 12 was equipped with a special restriction that could automatically generate a corresponding Ancient Demon Puppet based on the Cultivator's cultivation.
Moreover, the grade of these Ancient Demon Puppets would inevitably be one minor realm higher than the Cultivator.
Just like the Black-clothed middle-aged man earlier, who was a Middle Stage Immortal King, encountered a Late Stage Immortal King Ancient Demon.
The Black-robed Youth currently was an Early Stage Immortal King, corresponding to a Middle Stage Immortal King Ancient Demon.
By analogy, if a Peak Immortal King Cultivator stepped onto the stage, the Ancient Demon Puppet generated would undoubtedly be infinitely close to the Immortal Emperor realm!
Throughout the entire assessnt ground, a hundred platforms erupted in fierce battles simultaneously. Various Immortal Lights shot into the sky, and roars and the clang of Dao Artifacts echoed one after another.
The Immortal Kings participating in the assessnt displayed their Divine Abilities, each giving their all, solely to slay the Ancient Demon Puppet before them and successfully advance to the second round of the assessnt.
Fang Hong stood beside platform no. 12, observing the battles on the other platforms, patiently waiting for his turn.
These Ancient Demon Puppets appeared robust in physique and terrifying in Aura, but in reality, they lacked true sentience and self-awareness.
Their attacks rely followed instinct; their Moves were singular and unvarying. After all, they weren't true Ancient Demons, so there was nothing particularly fearful about them... Ti quietly passed amidst the series of intense battles, and soon, it was Fang Hong's turn to enter the arena.
"Number twenty-one, co forward to be assessed." The humanoid puppet's voice rang out on ti.
Fang Hong's figure flickered slightly, like a teleport, covering dozens of feet and landing steadily in the middle of the platform no. 12.
Almost the instant he landed, a thick red mist once again billowed up from the platform no. 12.
The red mist churned and surged, and monts later, it condensed into a tall Red-haired Ancient Demon Puppet.
The Aura of this Red-haired Ancient Demon Puppet had already reached the Late Stage Immortal King. Its eyes were blood-red, staring intently at Fang Hong, filled with ferocity.
Roar.
The Red-haired Ancient Demon Puppet let out a roar, and its entire body ignited with raging red demonic flas.
The demonic flas burned brighter and brighter, engulfing its entire body, transforming it into a massive fireball. With an Aura that could incinerate everything, it slamd fiercely towards Fang Hong!
A scorching wave of Qi rushed towards him, causing the temperature around the platform no. 12 to suddenly rise.
The Cultivators watching around exclaid in surprise, not expecting Fang Hong to encounter such a fierce attack the mont he stepped onto the stage.
Facing this aggressive fireball, Fang Hong showed no trace of panic on his face.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a brilliant blue light instantly burst forth from his palm. The blue light was gentle yet carried bone-chilling coldness!
Puff, puff, puff.
Rolling cold Qi continuously erupted from Fang Hong's palm, surging towards the massive fireball like a tide, instantly engulfing the entire giant fireball.
Crack. Crack.
Wherever the cold Qi reached, the sound of the demonic flas burning rapidly weakened, replaced by the crisp sound of ice forming.
In just an instant, the massive fireball was completely extinguished.
The Red-haired Ancient Demon Puppet's body was encased in a thick layer of ice, completely frozen into a giant ice sculpture, stiffly suspended in mid-air, unable to Move.
Fang Hong's palm glowed again, and a crystalline Extre Cold Ice Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
With a flick of his arm, the ice sword, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, fiercely stabbed into the ice sculpture!
Bang.
With a crisp, loud bang, the entire massive ice sculpture instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of ice shards, scattering like snowflakes in the air.
The Red-haired Ancient Demon Puppet frozen within also vanished, leaving no trace behind.
"Good, so powerful."
"My heavens, this is too formidable. Such potent Ice Law, he actually defeated a Late Stage Immortal King Ancient Demon Puppet with just one strike."
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be the first person in this assessnt to defeat a Late Stage Immortal King Ancient Demon Puppet with a Middle Stage Immortal King cultivation, right?"
"This level of strength is truly remarkable. He might even make it into the top ten."
The Cultivators watching around were in an uproar upon seeing this, whispering amongst themselves, all deeply impressed by the powerful strength Fang Hong displayed.
"Hehe, that kid isn't simple. The Immortal Qi in his body is exceptionally abundant. It's definitely not as simple as just Cultivating the Ice Law."
"Indeed, judging by the explosive power he just displayed, he has Cultivated at least three Laws or more."
"Otherwise, it would be impossible to freeze a Late Stage Immortal King Ancient Demon Puppet so easily."
High in the sky, Sun Cheng and Huang Da, the two Immortal Emperor Elders, also noticed Fang Hong's performance and praised him.
If they knew that Fang Hong had actually Cultivated eleven Laws, they would probably be so shocked that they would fall directly from the sky.
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