Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

The emaciated and unremarkable-looking assassin, Number Six, stepped forward, his eyes, visible through his black veil, scrutinizing Bai Ling.

Matching with a Priestess Temple Spirit is less dangerous than encountering the pretty boy that Big Sister Cai'er likes.

Try to win within five minutes!

As the referee shouted to start the match, Assassin Number Six instantly transformed into a dark shadow and disappeared behind the rising pillar.

As a top-ranked assassin in the Assassin's Sanctuary, he knew that to defeat his enemy as quickly as possible, he had to ambush them from the shadows and prevent them from finding his exact location.

Bai Ling stood there without making any defensive movements. As the silk ribbon draped over her shoulders floated in mid-air, a layer of pale golden mist appeared out of thin air.

Soon, the thick golden fog blocked everyone's view and isolated her presence.

Apart from Seed No. 2 of the Magic Temple and Long Haochen, everyone else looked completely bewildered.

They couldn't understand why Bai Ling, a priest of the temple, would not only refrain from using defensive skills, but also create a thick fog over the entire field.

You see, the assassins of the Assassin's Temple need this kind of thing to conceal their bodies when assassinating their enemies.

at the same time.

The referees, transferred from the six great temples to ensure a fair and just conclusion to the semi-finals of the Warrior Trial Arena, all showed a deep look of surprise when they saw this thick fog rising.

The dense fog that Bai Ling cast was not the ordinary fog that concealed one's figure and aura.

The pale golden mist that filled the entire warrior training ground was clearly purified liquid spiritual energy!

Those who specialize in the spiritual power of the light element, such as those in the Knight's Temple and the Priest's Temple, are very suitable to stay inside and cultivate their external spiritual power.

However, for assassins who cultivate dark elemental spiritual power, this fog is nothing short of a blatant poison.

As the mist spread across the entire arena, Assassin Number Six swiftly shifted his position, fearing that the pale golden mist might taint him.

As the sixth member of the fourth-tier peak of the Assassin Temple, although he did not know the purpose of the mist released by Bai Ling, assassins always have very high perception.

Number Six could clearly sense that once he was shrouded in mist and his location was exposed, Bai Ling, who looked exactly like a priest, would definitely take the initiative to attack and defeat him.

The professionals who made it to the semifinals were almost all strong, and none of them were hesitant or indecisive.

Assassin Number Six realized that stalling for time was tantamount to a slow death for him.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't care about revealing his position at this moment. His assassination instincts allowed him to react in the shortest possible time.

In the instant the dark spiritual energy surged, Assassin Number Six disappeared behind the pillar.

Hold your breath, concentrate!

At this moment, Assassin Number Six fell to the ground without making a sound, almost brushing against the thick fog, and launched a surprise attack from mid-air, flying to the top of Bai Ling's head.

The entire process was not only swift, but also occurred without making a single sound of air being cut.

Bai Ling maintained her original posture, gazing calmly ahead, seemingly unaware of the impending danger.

The sixth assassin was faster than anyone could imagine; in the blink of an eye, he had already landed lightly and silently from mid-air.

He aimed his half-meter-long curved sword at Bai Ling's shoulder and slashed down hard.

The moment the sixth assassin's scimitar touched the pale golden mist, Bai Ling moved.

The referee, who had been drawn from the six great temples, subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the two people in the trial arena.

What did they see?

Faced with a deadly attack from above by a fourth-tier assassin, Bai Ling, a priest, merely twitched her little finger.

What does she want to do?

Give up?

The mage referee, his eyes fixed on the trial arena, prepared to unleash his spell, his lips slightly parted, ready to declare the sixth assassin of the Assassin's Temple the winner of the match.

A scene that shocked the entire audience unfolded!

The pale golden mist that had covered the entire warrior training ground suddenly collapsed and shrank into ten small spheres.

Those who were weaker and unable to see the battle situation in the training ground instantly spotted the sixth assassin falling from the sky.

And then there's Bai Ling, who stood still the whole time.

The ten small balls floated above Bai Ling's head, facing the curved blade that was about to touch her shoulder.

A crisp sound rang out, and Assassin Number Six, whose smile froze on his lips, thought to himself, "This is bad!"

The assassination attempt naturally missed its target, while the curved blade aimed at Bai Ling's shoulder landed just short of her skirt.

It left a trail of sparks on the ground, but did not strike anything.

Bai Ling smiled and said softly, "Got you."

Suddenly, the surface of the ten small balls shone with golden light, and layers of intense halos instantly covered the curved blade of Assassin Number Six.

Peak of the fifth tier!

In just a moment, Assassin Number Six determined Bai Ling's cultivation level.

To be able to wield liquefied spiritual energy with such power and to use it with such consummate skill.

There's only one explanation: Bai Ling is already a peak fifth-tier expert!

The sixth assassin didn't care whether his weapon was dead or alive; right now, saving his life was the priority!

The moment he let go, his body instantly curled up in mid-air, releasing his spiritual energy while his other, unarmed hand swiftly pushed against the light screen.

Suddenly, a loud bang rang in everyone's ears, and the sixth assassin was thrown into the air.

The priest's defensive skills, cast with high concentrations of liquid spiritual energy, were something that even a fourth-tier assassin could not withstand.

However, assassins also have their advantages.

In that brief period of time, the sixth assassin's mind and arm were subjected to a rather strong impact.

However, he used the momentum to leap backward, dissipating most of the impact, and returned to the nearest pillar to hide his figure.

Rubbing his aching left arm, the sixth assassin looked at the magic-grade scimitar stuck next to Bai Ling, his eyes filled with despair.

With one foot already in the sixth tier, the Light Priest, who had previously learned Knight skills, was practically his natural counter.

Bai Ling's gaze fell on the magic-grade weapon on the ground, which was tainted with the aura of Assassin Number Six. She nodded in satisfaction, "Rebuild."

The silver scimitar, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, its tip embedded in the ground, suddenly gleamed.

Immediately afterwards, the other contestants witnessed a horrifying scene.

Of the ten golden orbs floating around Bai Ling, five detached from the group and poured into the scimitar.

The scimitar visibly became more ornate, with faint golden lines appearing on its smooth, mirror-like surface.

Not only that, the other five golden orbs of light transformed into palms.

At the tip of her palm, golden spiritual energy threads connected to Bai Ling's fingertips. With her movements, she easily drew her curved blade and aimed it at the sixth assassin hiding behind the pillar.

Come again?

Within the group, those who had watched Bai Ling and Yang Wenzhao's match recalled the scene from back then.

At that time, Bai Ling also used golden threads to manipulate the knight's sword and fight against her opponent.

As for the contestants who didn't understand what Bai Ling was planning to do, they watched with great interest as the assassin holding a curved blade launched a surprise attack on the sixth assassin behind the pillar.

"No way, an automatic enemy-locking function?"

The assassin hiding behind the pillar was startled, a sense of crisis rising within him.

Left with no other choice, he had to use the secret techniques of the Assassin's Temple to conceal his presence once again, and slip into the shadow of a pillar a little distance away from Bai Ling to lie in ambush.

This time, he was hiding in the shadows, so there was absolutely no way the other party could find his trail.

Assassin Number Six was secretly pleased with himself, unaware that Bai Ling was smiling.

Upon seeing his sister smile, Long Haochen, the second seed of the Magic Temple, instinctively covered his face with his hands, peering through his fingers at the lurking figure.

Holding the scimitar, he looked around at the first pillar, then stood there dumbfounded, as if he couldn't find his target.

The crisis is over!

Seeing this, Assassin Number Six became even more certain that White Spirit did not possess a tethering skill similar to that exclusive to the Guardian Knights of the Knight Temple.

As the sixth assassin relaxed, the golden hand suddenly swung its curved blade, and the next second, the magic-grade weapon, modified by the power of light, was plunged into the ground.

Assassin Number Six blinked suspiciously, thinking to himself, "Is he getting angry out of embarrassment?"

Cautious, he did not choose to emerge from the shadows immediately, but remained motionless.

The referee, having grasped the situation, nodded, his eyes filled with admiration for Bai Ling.

If, in a few years, the priests of the priest's temple become as composed as the black-haired girl and possess a certain level of combat ability...

If humanity prospers for another thousand years or so, protecting the territory we currently possess and resisting the invasion of the demon race will not be a problem.

At the same time, the golden palm transformed into particles and merged into the scimitar that emitted a dazzling light.

My eyes are going blind!

As this thought echoed in everyone's minds, golden light transformed into waves that swept across the entire warrior training ground.

The referee, who was keeping a close eye on Bai Ling's movements, felt a chill run down his spine. This power far exceeded the fifth rank and had reached the sixth rank.

The male priest, familiar with the priest's temple skills, frowned and said incredulously, "To transform every bit of luminous spiritual power into a mutated version of the Holy Tide of Light with a slight bend?"

"Referee, save him!"

Hearing the anxious call of the seventh-tier referee from the podium, he subconsciously opened the portal in front of him, quickly walked to the back pillar, and pulled out the sixth assassin from the shadows, who was blinded by the dazzling light and couldn't tell which way was up.

At the same time, the first wave of the tide soaked the referee's clothes and also stained the little finger of the sixth assassin.

A burst of intense light erupted, instantly bringing Assassin Number Six back to his senses. He stared at the pain emanating from his finger, his face deathly pale.

The pain seemed to penetrate his very soul, leaving him without even the strength to scream.

The referee glanced at the corner of his eye and looked at the sixth assassin's little finger, which had turned golden.

Immediately afterwards, his expression changed drastically.

The referee swiftly sliced ​​off the corner of the shirt with a wind blade, then sent Assassin Number Six off the stage at top speed.

That wasn't all. He took out his staff and channeled spiritual energy into the warrior's trial platform, activating a protective shield that allowed outsiders to enter but not leave.

By the time everyone realized what had happened, the surrounding paving stones had all turned golden, just like real gold.

Clearly, the floor tiles were burned by light elements.

At this moment, a strong aura of light attribute reverberated rapidly within the arena, even overflowing the arena.

Assassin Number Six landed on his feet, his eyes flashing with surprise and uncertainty.

Just a moment ago, he thought he was going to heaven.

At this moment, Assassin Number Six turned around and looked at the golden arena. His clothes were instantly soaked with sweat.

If such a powerful blow were to land on me, I probably wouldn't even have any bone fragments left.

In a state of extreme shock and tension, he almost blurted out, "I concede. Thank you, Miss Bai Ling, for your mercy in giving me a chance to catch my breath."

Assassin Number Six has exceptional perception.

Just now, he could clearly sense that the moment he left the arena, Bai Ling withdrew the luminous liquid that had been burning his thumb and transformed it into a true sixth-tier priest skill.

Therefore, he has recovered two-thirds of the spiritual energy he had consumed, and he only needs to rest for a while.

Bai Ling removed the semi-transparent gauze and shook her head, saying, "Instead of thanking me, you should thank the referee."

After she finished speaking, she stepped off the stage and walked to Long Haochen's side.

When everyone saw Bai Ling arrive, they couldn't help but exclaim: "A peak fifth-tier Light Priest!"

The powerful Bai Ling has already filled the other three groups of contestants with vigilance.

Throughout the entire process, Bai Ling simply unleashed two defensive skills from the Priest Temple.

Then, she manipulated the two skills in a way that no one had ever heard of before, using the immense spiritual power within her to overwhelm the fourth-tier assassin of the Assassin's Temple.

At this point, none of the three groups dared to underestimate Bai Ling, who was representing the Priest Temple in this year's Demon Hunter Selection Competition.

The second match was between Huang Yi of the Magic Temple and Long Haochen of the Knight Temple.

The referee, having repaired his magic robe, coughed and gestured for the two whose names were called to enter the arena.

A handsome young man in a magic robe walked out of the crowd, looking unsteady.

As he went on stage, he didn't forget to send a telepathic message to Bai Ling, "Good afternoon, Senior Bai."

Bai Ling raised an eyebrow, her lips didn't move, but her voice already reached Huang Yi's ears, "Now you know how to call me 'senior sister'?"

Huang Yi stammered, "There are too many people surrounding you, senior. I'm embarrassed."

"Alright, my brother is no weakling, so you can play with confidence. Just don't come crying to me if you lose."

"……it is good."

Huang Yi exhaled a breath of stale air.

After exchanging greetings with Long Haochen, Huang Yi used the Earth Wave Technique when the referee announced the start of the match, intending to deplete some of Long Haochen's spiritual power.

However, his cautious yet annoying playing style is not suitable for Long Haochen.

In the semifinals, Long Haochen no longer concealed his strength and directly summoned Haoyue, who was about to grow a fourth head.

Long Haochen tapped Haoyue's back, and his whole body shot out like an arrow.

With a flash of white light, a powerful pulling force lifted Huang Yi up amidst his exclamation.

Holy guiding furnace, drawing in.

The next moment, "No! I give up!"

Huang Yi's exclamation sent shockwaves through the entire audience.

This scene was just too dramatic.

No one expected that the second seed of the Magic Temple would be defeated by Long Haochen in such a short time.

Bai Ling: ...?

Seeing Huang Yi, who was hiding behind Long Haochen on the stage, slowly walking towards them, Bai Ling was so angry she laughed.

"You, when you get back, give me extra training!"