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The three individuals aimed for the five Enlightenment Stones, not to determine a victor.
Their gazes shifted.
Each of the three chose an opponent without hesitation and began to fight.
In an instant, a fierce battle erupted, swords clashing in silence. The Square Heaven Painting Halberd swung wildly as the six engaged in a chaotic struggle.
As the battle commenced, the radius of their intense conflict extended for kilometers.
The top one hundred Trial Disciples retreated, fearing the overwhelming aftermath that could ensue.
They were terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
"How powerful! The top-tier combat strength is truly terrifying!"
The onlooking disciples were dazzled, unable to suppress their fear. These six possessed such formidable strength that they felt no desire to pursue them.
"Fight!"
Kuo Cangshan, having sustained several wounds from Yuan Chonghuan's sword intent, was filled with anger and shouted loudly. His gaze became incredibly sharp.
A massive Cangshan Blood Seal emerged, looming like a chasm, pressing down towards Yuan Chonghuan.
Yuan Chonghuan's sword quickened, becoming nearly invisible as its brilliance flickered across the Cangshan Blood Seal. Moments later, the Cangshan Blood Seal shattered into perfectly aligned squares and fell from the air.
Kuo Cangshan, feeling defeated, retreated hastily with blood streaming from his mouth and nose.
His ultimate skill was unexpectedly broken so casually!
Although Yuan Chonghuan's hand holding the sword was also bleeding, Kuo Cangshan's condition was worse than Yuan Chonghuan's.
At this moment, his invincible momentum had completely collapsed. After being kicked in the chest by Yuan Chonghuan, he fell onto the Lotus Platform and could no longer get up.
One ally had fallen, and the other two were also defeated. Following Kuo Cangshan, they could only watch helplessly as half of their points were taken away.
Yuan Chonghuan, Lu Qianshan, and Cao Yufei's points soared rapidly. The top three positions changed hands in an instant!
After defeating the top three, the three of them wreaked havoc among the top one hundred Trial Disciples, and within a short time, their points all climbed to sixty million, simultaneously ranking first.
In Central Ancient City, nearly ten thousand Trial Disciples trembled in fear. Looking at the three towering figures, they felt as if their breaths were about to stop.
Were they really that powerful? It was truly despairing.
Too many people felt ashamed and sighed deeply.
...
After a while.
The weary Lin Qiubai finally arrived at the walls of Central Ancient City.
With arms outstretched, the Sacred Spear fell into his hands.
As he grasped the spear, his demeanor suddenly became incredibly fierce. He leaped off the city wall like a hurricane, sweeping through thousands of gazes, landing boldly at the edge of the Lotus Platform with a light smile, and loudly asked:
“Which Unlucky One is ranked first on the Leaderboard?!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell silent.
Nearly ten thousand Trial Disciples stared at Lin Qiubai as if he were a fool.
After a moment, the crowd suddenly erupted into laughter.
“Who is this? Did a donkey kick him in the head?”
Lin Qiubai frowned and coldly raised his Spear: “Who is the Unlucky One ranked first on the Leaderboard? Step forward and face your death!”
“Hiss…”
Lin Qiubai’s bold declaration made the audience gasp in surprise.
So arrogant!
They wondered if he would still be so defiant when he was beaten to the ground later.
Some people wore knowing smiles.
“Ridiculous! Which Holy Land’s Heavenly Pride are you?”
Yuan Chonghuan sneered.
In their eyes, only the top person from a Holy Land could suppress them; otherwise, they should roll as far away as possible!
"I will defeat him."
Yuan Chonghuan smiled coldly, his crimson lips pressed together. The longsword reflected a dazzling light under the bright sun, and Lin Qiubai slightly squinted his eyes.
At this moment, he had not yet mastered Blood Battle in Hell to a small degree, but it was already terrifying enough.
Although Blood Battle in Hell required a large amount of Vital Energy, the quantity of Vital Energy within Lin Qiubai was hardly lacking.
Six Vitality Dragons, each about a hundred meters long, were entirely composed of pure Vital Energy.
Thus, the amount of his Vital Energy was astonishingly vast.
For him, the consumption of Blood Battle in Hell was not particularly tight, and he would not experience the phenomenon of being unable to continue after using just one move.
This was Lin Qiubai's foundation.
Along his journey, he had acquired countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Treasure Martial Arts. Although his realm had temporarily lagged behind due to using Nine CD to solidify his foundation, once his realm caught up, he would be invincible among his peers; it would not be an exaggeration to say he could crush anything in his path.
To put it bluntly, Yuan Chonghuan posed no threat to him at all.
At this moment, Yuan Chonghuan, whom Lin Qiubai looked down upon, had a cold gaze. Pressing his lips together, he pushed his sword intent to the extreme, causing his sleeves and collar to flutter simultaneously.
The sword intent resembled morning dew, instantly refracted by sunlight into myriad rays of light. The brilliant sword radiance scattered everywhere at tricky angles, attacking Lin Qiubai.
Even Kuo Cangshan, who had once suppressed countless geniuses in Youyun Prefecture, had fallen under this morning dew sword.
This demonstrated its terrifying nature.
But Lin Qiubai remained unafraid, as the Blood Qi Domain behind him suddenly expanded, effortlessly neutralizing the sword intent. Then, with a flash of movement, he appeared in front of Yuan Chonghuan and swept his spear horizontally, colliding with the sharp blade.
This was not the end, but the beginning.
As Lin Qiubai swept his spear, a hundred Blood-colored Spears suddenly materialized within the Blood Qi Domain behind him, shooting out like a rain of arrows.
Even if the sky was in front of him, it would be pierced with hundreds of holes.
Yuan Chonghuan was terrified to the core.
This strange move gave him the illusion that there was no way to escape.
At that moment, his mind felt incredibly small, his body trembling like an ant.
"Poof!"
With a hundred spears thrusting out, Yuan Chonghuan was sent flying, his Azure Robe soaked in blood.
"Hiss..."
The thousands of spectators in Central Ancient City gasped in shock, their eyes wide as they looked at the astonishing scene before them.
Yuan Chonghuan had been defeated.
Defeated decisively.
The powerful warrior who could defeat Kuo Cangshan had not been able to withstand even a single move from the White-Clad Youth.
The overwhelming power that once filled ten thousand trial-takers with despair turned to fragile paper in front of Lin Qiubai, proving utterly ineffective.
If Yuan Chonghuan was a world-class genius that inspired hopelessness, what adjective could be used to describe the White-Clad Youth?
Young Supreme.
In the hearts of the ten thousand trial-takers, a term emerged that existed only in legends.
Only the legendary Young Supreme could match Lin Qiubai's current demeanor.
Cao Yufei and Lü Qianshan leaped forward to catch Yuan Chonghuan.
Their trembling hands revealed the tumultuous waves of fear rising within them.
They were merely thirty meters behind Yuan Chonghuan, deeply feeling the terrifying deterrence of the hundreds of blood-red spears.
Even if their realms were one level higher, defeat was inevitable!
"Your scores must be quite impressive as well..."
Lin Qiubai licked his lips and thrust a spear toward Cao Yufei and Lü Qianshan. Over two hundred spears rapidly formed in the blood-red domain, then suddenly shot out like a switch had been flipped, each spear slicing through the void...
Lü Qianshan and Cao Yufei faced this threat with grave seriousness, exchanging a bitter glance. They channeled their immense vital energy to its fullest, combining their powers to form a massive energy shield in front of them. The over two hundred spears rained down upon the energy shield, causing ripples of energy to spread outwards.
The giant shield trembled violently and then shattered with a sound like breaking glass when struck by high-speed objects, leaving their clothes torn and revealing four arms bloodied and mangled by the shards.
Four bloody arms trembled.
An uncontrollable, reflexive shiver.
"Impressive!"
Lü Qianshan leaned against the ground with his Fang Tianhua halberd, supporting the equally weak Cao Yufei. The two looked like brothers in misfortune, standing beside Yuan Chonghuan, who lay on the ground in a state of extreme weakness, both spitting out a mouthful of reverse blood.
The blue fabric on their chests was soaked in bright crimson.
The entire venue was silent.
They quietly watched the Young Supreme, as if observing a deity. Some even revealed a hint of fervor in their eyes.
Lin Qiubai walked indifferently in front of the three, seizing half of their points. At that moment, his points skyrocketed to an astonishing ninety million, catapulting him to the top of the leaderboard.
"You all, hand over your points to me and make it a round number!"
Suddenly, Lin Qiubai had a flash of inspiration.
For a hundred thousand years, no trial-taker had ever obtained one hundred million points. He wondered if he could trigger a special secret by achieving this unprecedented milestone.
Lin Qiubai felt a hint of anticipation as his gaze swept over the top one hundred trial-takers.
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