SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family-Chapter 399: This Competition Is Over

The atmosphere inside the Pagoda grew tense as the remaining competitors struggled through the challenges.

Many had been eliminated, leaving only the strongest remaining.

But they knew that the whole challenge was coming to an end, so they continued on and tried to get as many places as they could.

Sun Yichen, in one of the private spaces, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his body brimming with fire Qi.

He had just cleared the last level of the eighth floor, his sword still crackling with flames from his previous attack.

A colossal, three-headed serpent lay at his feet, its charred corpse steaming as it disintegrated into light.

He let out a breath, steadying himself.

"This is getting ridiculous," he muttered, stepping through the final portal to the ninth floor.

The moment he stepped in, his surroundings shifted into a vast battlefield of shattered earth, broken pillars, and roaring winds.

Sun Yichen blinked. "What the hell is this?"

There was no one else.

Just him and the desolate ruins.

A cold, harsh voice echoed from above.

"You have entered the last level of the eighth floor. In order to pass, you must survive against the storm for an hour."

Sun Yichen repeated as he looked around the floor. "Survive against a storm?"

"Fine, bring it on."

The moment the words left his lips, a massive, swirling vortex appeared above him, its dark clouds churning ominously.

Winds whipped around him, and the air pressure intensified.

The storm was descending.

Sun Yichen readied his sword, his expression calm.

"Let’s see how tough this storm is."

As the wind began to pick up, Sun Yichen prepared himself for the incoming storm, but suddenly, his vision blurred and the surroundings changed, leaving him standing in an endless white void.

He looked around, confused.

"Where am I?"

Then, as if on cue, a figure walked towards him.

At first, he could not see the other person, but soon he was able to see it, and when he saw it, he was suprised as the other person was the exact copy of himself.

"Who are you? What is going on?"

The other him just smiled and replied, "You do not need to know; all you need to know is that you have to fight and win against me, or the person walking out might not be the same person who walked inside."

Elsewhere, Fang Zixuan twirled his twin swords, his breathing calm despite the numerous cuts and bruises on his body.

He had just cut down a pair of ethereal shadow assassins, their bodies fading into nothingness.

The notification flashed in front of him.

[Level 8-9: Completed.]

He chuckled, adjusting his grip on his swords.

"So… the real challenge begins now?"

Without wasting time, he stepped into the ninth-floor portal.

But a few hours ago.

Xu Feiyu was the first to reach the final floor.

His steps were calm. His breath was steady. His expression was unbothered.

He had barely broken a sweat.

With a flick of his wrist, he sheathed his sword and stepped into the portal.

When he entered, he appeared on a platform that was floating in the air, and near him, there were nine more similar platforms that were all placed next to each other.

But soon, he noticed some differences as the placement of this formation seemed to be lower than his, and there was no such platform on the other side of the platform.

The reason for this was the fact that he was the 1st ranked person in the leaderboard and the rest of the top 9 were not here yet.

And even after a while, none of the nine other platforms started glowing, meaning that none of the people who had not reached the 9th floor yet had completed the challenge.

This meant that Xu Feiyu’s spot was the only one available, and the others were not coming.

After thinking about this for a few moments, Xu Feiyu did not mind too much and just decided to rest up until the rest of the top 9 arrived.

One by one, the top competitors made their way to the final chamber of the pagoda.

By the time the dust settled, only 50 competitors remained.

Xu Feiyu and Lei Zhentian were among them, their expressions fierce.

"This is the final round," an elder announced, his voice booming across the stadium. "The spots of each challenger are assigned based on how fast you have come up."

"The final challenge is an optional battle where each person is allowed to fight three people who are anywhere up to five places above you and no one else.

So if you have anyone you would like to beat, please feel free to use this stage to resolve any grudges or misunderstanding."

"If you win, you switch positions with your opponent."

The crowd outside exploded with excitement.

"This is it! The final duels!"

"Some might risk it all to climb higher!"

However, Elder Xu Yong raised a hand.

"That said, you should choose wisely. You have all been fighting for days, and your stamina is not unlimited."

After a few minutes, a few cultivators stepped forward, ready to stake their final claim.

First match:

A young spear-wielding genius from the Zhao family challenged the cultivator ranked directly above him.

The battle was fierce but short-lived.

The Zhao family youth unleashed a devastating combination of thrusts and spear techniques, forcing his opponent into a corner.

With a final, decisive strike, he claimed victory—switching rankings.

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Another young rogue cultivator attempted to challenge Qiao Heng, but his confidence cost him dearly.

Qiao Heng was unforgiving.

With bone-crushing strength, he smashed through his opponent’s defenses.

The challenger collapsed, unable to continue.

Qiao Heng smirked, shaking his head.

"Too ambitious," he muttered.

And despite the opportunity, none of the top 10 participants decided to challenge anyone who was above them.

They had already secured their places and were too drained to risk a final fight.

Fang Zixuan and Sun Yichen exchanged a glance but ultimately remained silent.

Even Xu Feiyu, the first-place holder, simply closed his eyes.

"This competition is over," he murmured.