I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

He had no acquaintance with this Zi Jisu, and the other party's sudden challenge was clearly ill-intentioned.

"Senior Brother Ziji, I'm busy with cultivation and I'm afraid I don't have time."

Zi Ji's smile remained unchanged.

"What? Junior Brother Qin doesn't dare?"

He paused, then continued.

"That's true. Junior brother has only been here for a short time, and his cultivation is only at the fifth level of Saint King. It's normal that he doesn't dare to fight against me, who is at the seventh level of Saint King."

Seven levels of the Holy King.

Qin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

He had been in the Holy Domain for a year and a half and had never fought against a fellow disciple. This Ziji had offered himself up, which was a good opportunity to test his current strength.

"Since Senior Brother Ziji is so kind as to invite us, then let's have a friendly spar."

A triumphant smile flashed in Zi Ji's eyes.

"Alright! Let's go to the training ground then."

The Heavenly Saint Domain Martial Arts Arena is located on the mountainside of the main peak, covering an area of ​​100,000 zhang in circumference. It is entirely made of some kind of saint-level material and is surrounded by saint-emperor-level defensive formations.

At this moment, the area around the training ground was already crowded with people.

Hearing that Ziji was going to challenge Qin Yuan, all the holy sons and disciples of the entire Heavenly Saint Domain came.

"Senior Brother Ziji is a Saint King at the seventh level, one of the top three Saint Sons. That newcomer Qin Yuan is only a Saint King at the fifth level. Isn't this bullying?"

"That's not how it works. Qin Yuan broke through four levels in a year and a half, so his strength might far exceed his current level."

"How far can you go? The difference between the fifth and seventh levels of the Saint King realm is not so easy to overcome."

Amidst the murmurs, the two were already standing in the center of the training ground.

Zi Ji stood with his hands behind his back, looking confident of victory.

"Junior Brother Qin, I'll give you three moves. Within those three moves, I'll only defend and not attack."

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"No need."

Zi Ji raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? So Junior Brother Qin means..."

Qin Yuan raised his hand and struck out with a palm!

The Great Chaos Handprint!

A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air. Chaotic energy swirled within its palm, unleashing a devastating force as it slammed down upon Ziji!

Zi Ji's expression changed drastically!

The power of this palm strike far exceeded his expectations!

He dared not be careless and went all out, meeting the attack with a palm strike!

"boom!"

The two palms met, and a violent energy surged forth!

Zi Ji took three steps back!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

The entire room fell silent!

A Saint King at the fifth level forced back a Saint King at the seventh level with a single palm strike?!

What kind of strength is this?!

Zi Ji's face turned ashen.

He never expected that he would be forced back by a single palm strike from a Saint King at the fifth level!

"Alright! Alright! I underestimated you!"

He gritted his teeth, and in a flash, he appeared behind Qin Yuan!

Purple Extreme Law: Ultimate Speed!

A punch was aimed at Qin Yuan's back!

Qin Yuan didn't even turn his head, and slapped back with his palm!

The Great Chaos Handprint!

"boom!"

Zi Ji was knocked back again!

His face turned even uglier.

Speed ​​was his most prized advantage. But how could Qin Yuan's reaction speed keep up with his?

He refused to believe it and attacked again!

His figure transformed into countless afterimages, attacking Qin Yuan from all directions!

Qin Yuan stood still, his palms flying, unleashing one chaotic handprint after another, blocking all the attacks!

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Explosions were heard incessantly!

After ten moves, Zi Ji's forehead was covered in sweat.

After thirty moves, his breathing began to become disordered.

After fifty moves—

Qin Yuan slapped him in the chest!

Zi Ji coughed up blood, flew backward, and crashed into the edge of the training ground, unable to stand up again!

The entire room was completely silent!

A deafening scream erupted immediately!

"Qin Yuan won?! A Saint King at the fifth level defeated a Saint King at the seventh level?!"

"Fifty moves! Only fifty moves!"

"What kind of combat power is this?! A fifth-level Saint King can crush a seventh-level Saint King. If he reaches the ninth level of Saint King, wouldn't he be able to fight a Saint Emperor?!"

"A monster! He's a monster!"

Qin Yuan withdrew his hand, not even glancing at Zi Ji, and turned to leave the stage.

Behind him, Zi Ji lay on the ground, his face a mixture of pale and ashen.

He knew that from this day forward, his reputation in the Heavenly Sacred Domain was completely ruined.

Qin Yuan's reputation will soar to new heights.

After the battle with Ziji, Qin Yuan's position in the Heavenly Sacred Domain was completely secured.

No one dared to look down on him, the "newly arrived holy son," anymore.

And those holy sons who were originally indifferent to him began to take the initiative to befriend him.

Qin Yuan accepted all comers, but did not cultivate deep friendships with them.

He has his own path to follow and doesn't need many interpersonal relationships.

In the third year, his cultivation speed increased even more.

After reaching the fifth level of the Saint King realm, his understanding of the "Nine Forms of the War God" deepened. He perfected the first eight forms and merged them with the laws of chaos, thus greatly increasing their power.

Three months later, he reached the peak of the fifth level of the Saint King realm.

Six months later, the Holy King reached the sixth level.

Nine months later, he reached the peak of the sixth level of the Saint King realm.

A full year has passed, and the Saint King has reached the seventh level.

On the day of the breakthrough, seven chaotic beams of light appeared in the sky above Saint Son Peak, soaring into the heavens and illuminating the entire Heavenly Saint Domain.

All thirty-six Holy Son Peaks were shrouded in chaotic light.

Everyone walked out of the palace and looked up at the seven pillars of light.

"Seven beams of chaotic light... Is this the phenomenon of the seventh level of the Saint King realm?!"

"From Saint King Level 3 to Saint King Level 7 in just three years! What kind of speed is that?!"

"A once-in-a-millennium event! Absolutely a once-in-a-millennium event!"

Zi Ji stood atop his own Holy Son Peak, gazing at the seven pillars of light, his face deathly pale.

Seven levels of the Holy King.

Qin Yuan has caught up with him.

Moreover, given Qin Yuan's current combat strength, he probably wouldn't even last ten moves.

He gave a wry smile.

It turns out that some people were simply incomparable to him from the very beginning.

In the fifth year, Qin Yuan broke through to the eighth level of the Saint King realm.

On the day of the breakthrough, eight pillars of chaotic light shot into the sky, shaking the entire Heavenly Sacred Domain.

In the seventh year, the Holy King ascended to the ninth heaven.

Nine pillars of chaotic light illuminated the entire sky of the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

This year, there were still three years until the Great Competition of the Holy Sons within the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

Main peak, Tian Sheng Temple.

The Lord of the Heavenly Saint Domain stood before the hall, gazing at the nine pillars of light, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good lad, you certainly haven't disappointed me."

He turned to his disciple and said.

"Pass down the order: Qin Yuan will directly enter the final round of the Holy Son Competition three years from now. The others will play in the preliminary rounds first."

The disciple was taken aback.

"Lord of the Domain, this... isn't against the rules?"

The Lord of the Heavenly Saint Domain smiled faintly.

"Rules? I am the rules."

The disciple dared not say another word and bowed as he withdrew.

The news caused an uproar throughout the entire Heavenly Sacred Domain.

Directly into the final round?

What an honor!

But no one dared to object.

Because those nine pillars of chaotic light have already proven everything.

Three years later, the Holy Sons Competition of the Heavenly Sacred Domain will be held.

The Heavenly Saint Platform, spanning 100,000 zhang in circumference, is now surrounded by a large crowd.

The thirty-six holy sons, plus countless disciples, numbered in the millions.

Qin Yuan stood on the final stage, facing a young man in black.

Saint King Ninefold, the second-ranked Saint Son of the Heavenly Saint Domain, Dark Night.

The laws of the night are known for their eeriness.

"Qin Yuan, I have long admired your name."

An Ye looked at him with a serious expression.

"I've heard about your achievements. You defeated Ziji at the fifth level of the Saint King realm, and swept all challengers at the seventh level of the Saint King realm. But your opponent now is me, not those trash."

Qin Yuan said calmly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

An Ye's eyes turned cold.

"court death!"