After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

Mo Tu Daozi Zhou Feng and Xu Rong both had solemn expressions in their eyes.

One looked at Wang Teng, the other at Han Mingshan, and as the four of them stared at each other, no one made the first move.

In the eyes of Zhou Feng and Xu Rong, the Daoist Masters of the Ink Land, this battle will be the pinnacle battle for the younger generation in the Southern Region.

No one else at the Xuanhuang realm can display a level of prowess surpassing that of this battle.

Because their solemnity gradually transformed into a strong fighting spirit in their hearts.

At this moment, it was as if their gazes were burning.

All around was quiet, and countless eyes were focused on the four people in the sky.

Go see this... epic battle!

But just as the four of them were staring at each other, about to make their move...

Suddenly, among the tens of thousands of cultivators sitting cross-legged on the ground, one person slowly stood up.

He was dressed in a black robe, and as he rose, he stepped into the air.

It is Qin Chuan!

As Qin Chuan walked out, tens of thousands of cultivators outside the Dao Well looked at him with surprise.

Not only the people here were surprised, but even Daozi and his companions in mid-air were also stunned for a moment before looking at Qin Chuan at the same time.

Han Mingshan's gaze fell on Qin Chuan's robe.

Although he wore black robes like the cultivator of the Ink Earth, he was clearly different from him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a figure immediately flashed into his mind.

Wang Teng, who was not far away, also looked solemn as he stared intently at Qin Chuan's face.

"Interesting, this fellow Daoist has arrived a bit late, but judging from his demeanor, he seems quite determined..."

Zhou Feng smiled slightly, looked at Wang Teng and Han Mingshan, and said casually, "Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Han, may I kill this person first?"

He glanced at Qin Chuan but didn't pay him any attention.

He had already seen the portraits of all the famous geniuses and Daoists in the entire Southern Region.

He had no recollection of Qin Chuan and concluded that he was not a prodigy.

Such cultivators are nothing more than seeking wealth and status through perilous means, hoping to gain fame in the process.

Zhou Feng could kill him in the blink of an eye.

Before Wang Teng and Han Mingshan could speak, Zhou Feng flicked his sleeve, turned around, and walked towards Qin Chuan.

"When Zhou makes a move, only death follows. Fellow Daoist, your courage is commendable. Since you want to gain fame through such means, I will give you a quick death!"

Zhou Feng smiled slightly.

As they spoke, tens of thousands of cultivators below, standing beside the well, all frowned and looked at Qin Chuan.

In their view, Qin Chuan's actions were too reckless, causing the highly anticipated battle to come to a halt.

"Who is this person? How dare he participate in the battle of the Dao Child?"

"I guess it's some blind fool who thinks he's pretty good and wants to make a name for himself."

"So that's how it is. I almost thought he was the masked man in black robes..."

"..."

While tens of thousands of cultivators below were discussing this, Zhou Feng, the Daoist of the Ink Earth, rushed towards Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan stood in mid-air and spoke softly.

"You are no match for me. The person I want to fight... is him!"

The sound immediately turned into a thunderous roar.

As he spoke, Qin Chuan raised his right hand and pointed at a person in the distance.

This person was none other than the blue-faced cultivator who sat cross-legged in mid-air.

Almost the instant Qin Chuan finished speaking, the blue-faced cultivator who seemed to be sitting there suddenly opened his eyes.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qin Chuan, a hint of disdain in his gaze.

"Wow!"

As soon as Qin Chuan spoke, an uproar immediately erupted from the surrounding area.

Many of the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Southern Region were so shocked that they stood up, their faces showing disbelief.

"Has this person gone mad? He actually dares to challenge the Black Earth Green-Faced cultivator!"

"That's the cultivation level of the Profound Emperor Realm! Truly, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!"

"At this age, I think he's at most a Grand Xuan Master, haha... This is truly rare in the Southern Region. This cultivator is really risking his life for fame."

"..."

Amidst the buzzing sounds around him, Han Mingshan's eyes narrowed sharply; he had just been hesitating about Qin Chuan's identity.

He took a deep breath, no longer having any doubts, and knew that the person in front of him must be the black-robed, masked man.

Only that mysterious black-robed, masked man was qualified to disregard the Xuan King realm and directly challenge a Xuan Emperor realm expert who had been in the realm for many years.

Wang Teng took a deep breath; the thought that came to his mind was exactly the same as Han Mingshan's.

"The Southern Region is truly an interesting place, to have produced such an arrogant and ignorant cultivator as you!"

"At such a young age, you dare to challenge me, Senior Mo Tuqing? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock!"

Zhou Feng laughed heartily, his expression beneath the mask revealing utter sarcasm.

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and waved it toward Qin Chuan.

"To commend your courage, I'll preserve your body intact, but before that, I'll show you what it means to be arrogant and domineering!"

Zhou Feng wore a cold smile, but his heart was filled with a sense of solemnity.

As a cultivator of the Ink Land, in order to live a long life, besides being decisive in killing, one cannot be too foolish.

Although he didn't believe that the person in front of him was qualified to challenge the Xuan Emperor, he was sure that the person had something to rely on.

At that moment, Zhou Feng flicked his sleeve and flew out instantly, heading straight for Qin Chuan.

Behind him, the illusory bell reappeared and crashed down on Qin Chuan.

"you are annoying?"

Qin Chuan glanced at Zhou Feng, who was swarming around like a fly, frowned, and threw a punch.

This seemingly casual punch seemed to contain some kind of great Dao, causing the void to distort within the ripples.

Soon, the fist collided with the bell, unleashing a deafening roar.

In an instant, the seemingly powerful illusory bell vanished.

"puff!"

Zhou Feng's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled as he spat out blood.

As he staggered backward, his eyes revealed horror and disbelief.

"you…"

His body trembled, and the golden mask fell off in that instant, revealing the young man's face beneath.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and his still-horrified gaze was filled with deep fear.

In an instant, all was silent.

The blue-faced cultivator suddenly stood up, a solemn look appearing in his eyes.

"hiss…"

After a brief silence, tens of thousands of cultivators from the Southern Region around them immediately erupted in gasps of horror.

The other Daoist, Xu Rong, had a drastic change in expression and instinctively took several steps back.

Her eyes were filled with fear as she suddenly looked at Qin Chuan.

Wang Teng, Han Mingshan, and the others gasped in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief and their minds reeling.

With just one punch, he defeated Mo Tu Dao Zi.

All of this immediately turned into horror and a buzzing sound.

"How...how can this person be so strong?!"

"With just one punch, he defeated Mo Tu Daozi. I'm afraid even Daozi like Wang Teng couldn't have done that!"

"No wonder he dared to challenge the blue-faced cultivator. Who is this person? Wearing a black robe, could it be..."

"..."

Amidst the buzzing sounds all around, Zhou Feng, the Daoist of Ink Soil, trembled, his expression a mixture of horror and bewilderment.

Qin Chuan flicked his sleeve and spoke calmly.

"Now... do you know the immensity of heaven and earth?"

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