Emperor Qiankun

A young man managed to raise his hand and touch the warm blood on his face; his fingers trembled violently. Then he suddenly cried out:

"what--"

The screams were filled with fear and despair.

My mind trembled.

As if sensing this chaotic aura, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation unleashed a sharp sword aura that pierced through his head!

His brains exploded instantly, splattering onto the others.

This completely caused an uproar!

One after another, cultivators were affected by this terrifying scene.

Their eyes were filled with terror, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation entered, and streaks of sword energy flashed like lightning, aiming straight for the head and ending the life.

In an instant, the Rising Dragon Platform, ranked 300th, was shrouded in blood mist.

Limbs and torsos were flying everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

Each person died a gruesome death.

Some heads were severed and rolled on the ground, their eyes still wide open, filled with resentment;

Some bodies were cut in half at the waist, their internal organs scattered all over the ground, emitting a pungent odor;

Some had their limbs severed and scattered around, like toys carelessly discarded.

It's unbearable to look at!

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The cultivators below the stage erupted in a frenzy upon seeing this scene, a cacophony of voices rising and whispering among them.

Among the crowd, a cultivator who had previously shown some self-awareness patted his chest and said with lingering fear:

"Oh my god, thank goodness I ran early!"

"Otherwise, they would probably die like dogs, without any chance to fight back."

"This cultivator in blue robes is simply a killing god!"

A tall, burly cultivator standing nearby stared wide-eyed, his face filled with terror, and said:

"Yes, yes, this isn't a battle, it's a one-sided massacre! Anyone who dares to mess with him will pay a bloody price!"

Another thin, small cultivator shrank back and muttered under his breath:

"This 300th place spot seems to be a hot potato; who would dare to even consider taking it in the future..."

For a moment, all the eager cultivators were shocked, and no one dared to covet the 300th position.

This cultivator in green robes is a killing machine; anyone who dares to provoke him will pay with their life...

This is the consensus of everyone!

Before long, only Li Qingyuan remained on the Dragon Ascension Platform.

All the other challengers were like withered leaves in the wind, drifting away into the distance.

Seeing that no one else was challenging him, he felt utterly bored.

It seems that this battle did not bring him much challenge or enjoyment.

Left with no other choice, I could only sit cross-legged in the center of the Rising Dragon Platform, close my eyes and concentrate, and take a rest for the time being.

His posture remained upright, radiating a calm yet powerful aura, quietly awaiting the next challenge.

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Time flows gently, passing by quietly like a babbling brook.

Before we knew it, it was evening.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, it resembles a weary traveler slowly making his way towards the distant mountains.

The magnificent sunset was like a beautiful painting, spreading freely across the sky.

The colors, red like fire, pink like the sunset, and purple like a dream, illuminate the whole world in a dreamlike and enchanting way.

And it was at such a beautiful and peaceful moment.

A discordant, loud voice suddenly rang out like a thunderclap:

"Chu Xinghan, I'm here!"

The voice was rough and bold, carrying an undisguised arrogance and domineering air.

Then, a thin boy with a head of yellow hair that grew wildly like weeds appeared.

Like a whirlwind, they rushed to the first Dragon Ascension Platform!

His steps were quick and powerful, each one seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Wow—"

Outside the arena, an uproar erupted instantly.

Like a pot of boiling water.

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling, trying to completely shatter the tranquility of the evening.

"Hmph, Chu Xinghan is the uncrowned king, standing proudly on this list of geniuses for many years. His strength is unfathomable. This young punk is no match for him and is bound to lose!"

A burly cultivator from the Central Plains crossed his arms and spoke with a confident expression, his eyes filled with admiration for Chu Xinghan.

"That's right, that's right. Chu Xinghan is the pride of our Central Plains. For many years, no one has been able to shake his position. This kid is just here to die."

A fellow cultivator nearby quickly chimed in, his face beaming with pride.

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However, some monks who had previously paid attention to the old ox held opposing views.

One of them frowned and said with a serious expression:

"Don't underestimate this blond-haired youth. I just witnessed his battle with Li Tianxing."

"That Li Tianxing was a top genius of the Heavenly Demon Palace, known for his immense strength and unparalleled defense, yet he was defeated by this 'madman'."

"He is no match in either strength or defense!"

"It's clear this kid's strength is exceptionally high..."

“That’s right, that’s right. This ‘madman’ has been challenging us one after another, and his words are extremely arrogant. But he does have the right to be arrogant. He might really cause Chu Xinghan a lot of trouble.”

The other cultivator nodded in agreement, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Because of the old ox's continuous challenges and extremely arrogant words, he was called a "madman" by the cultivators present!

It can be said that it shares a similar reputation with Li Qingyuan's "killing star".

Even so, some people still stubbornly believe that the 'madman' is no match for Chu Xinghan.

"Chu Xinghan has stood proudly at the top of the Prodigy Ranking for several years, and no one has ever been able to defeat him."

"Even Pei Ziyan from the Nine Nether Demonic Sect is no match for her."

"He is like a god to us cultivators of Zhongzhou. This blond kid is no match for him."

A female cultivator from Zhongzhou said with a face full of infatuation, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Therefore, the cultivators of Zhongzhou were extremely enthusiastic about Chu Xinghan, and their voices of support resounded throughout Tianji City, as if they wanted to overturn the entire city.

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Now, cultivators from the other three continents, in order to counter the disrespect shown by the cultivators from the Central Continent, began to deliberately sing a different tune.

"Hmph, I think this blond kid is not simple. He might be able to create a miracle and bring down Chu Xinghan."

A cultivator from the Eastern Wilderness curled his lip and said disdainfully.

"That's right, that's right. Chu Xinghan isn't necessarily that powerful. This 'Madman' is quite strong and will definitely make him suffer."

A cultivator from the Western Desert joined in the commotion, a hint of provocation on his face.

Even the cultivators from the southern border were now chiming in.

Or perhaps they genuinely believe that the old ox truly has potential;

Or perhaps they are hypocritical, trying to take this opportunity to join in the fun and praise the old ox.

"This blond-haired kid looks energetic; he might actually surprise us."

An elderly man from southern Xinjiang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right. I think he's a dark horse. Chu Xinghan needs to be careful this time."

Another young cultivator from the southern border echoed this sentiment.

The scene was quite lively, with various sounds intertwined.

It was like a heated debate, with everyone sticking to their own arguments and arguing endlessly.

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