Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Click.

A soft cracking sound echoed in the silent temple.

The gray-robed old man in charge of guarding the Soul Hall suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the third row at the highest point of the temple.

There, lies the natal soul tablet belonging to the young master, Jin Li.

now.

It had completely shattered, turning into a pile of dull jade powder.

Not even a trace of the true spirit remained.

The old man in the gray robe turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Young Master...has fallen?"

He trembled all over and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Jin Li is a pure-blooded cultivator at the early stage of the Origin Realm!

Moreover, he was going to the Beginning Demon Sect to participate in the selection for the Transmission Hall.

Although the Beginning Demon Sect is cruel, it is an internal selection process within the sect. Who would dare to kill an ancient remnant with a Primordial Realm ancestor in charge?

Moreover, the soul tablet was shattered so thoroughly.

This shows that Jin Li didn't even have a chance to burn his bloodline to escape; he was instantly killed!

Both body and soul were destroyed!

The old man in the gray robe dared not be negligent.

He suddenly crushed the communication jade talisman in his hand.

hum.

A piercing alarm sounded instantly throughout the entire Dark Gold Mountain.

boom!!!

next interest.

Deep within the sacred mountain, an extremely terrifying pressure surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

The clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart by this oppressive force.

Primordial Chaos Realm!

Above the Primordial Chaos Realm!

Jin Zhan, the patriarch of the Dark Gold Suanni clan and father of Jin Li.

I was startled awake.

A dark golden phantom, hundreds of feet tall, coalesced above the sacred mountain.

His eyes were like two burning suns, radiating endless savagery and murderous intent.

"Who is it?!"

A roar shattered the void within a radius of 100,000 miles.

Countless low-level demonic beasts exploded and died instantly upon hearing this roar.

"My son Jin Li possesses the bloodline of the Primordial Era."

"Who dares to kill him?!"

The old man in the gray robe knelt outside the temple, trembling.

"Clan leader... the young master perished in the direction of the Transmission Hall at the outer gate of the Primordial Demon Sect."

"The Primordial Demon Sect..."

The dark golden phantom in mid-air paused slightly.

That tyrannical aura, capable of destroying the world, was uncontrollably subsided by half.

The Beginning Demon Sect.

That's an unparalleled demonic sect where old monsters from the Other Shore Realm lurk.

Even with a Primordial Realm ancestor in charge of his Dark Gold Suanni clan, they are still no match for the Primordial Demon Sect.

Should we just go to their door and demand their return?

That would be tantamount to courting death.

but.

The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable.

The dignity of purebloods must not be trampled upon.

"Pass on my orders!"

Jin Zhan's voice was as cold as the ice of the deepest hell.

"Dispatch three elders at the Town-Level Realm immediately to the outskirts of the Primordial Demon Sect!"

"Submit a visiting card!"

"Even the Primordial Demon Sect must give my Dark Gold Suanni clan an explanation!"

"Find out who the murderer is."

"I will tear out his tendons, peel off his skin, and suppress his true spirit in the Netherworld Demon Fire, burning it for ten thousand years!!!"

……

The Beginning Demon Sect.

The Hall of Transmission Square.

"Let the contest continue."

Elder Mo Yuan's voice echoed gently in the air above the square.

but.

The atmosphere has completely changed.

The No. 7 arena, where Su Yu was located, became an absolute no-go zone.

He was matched with an opponent.

Whether it's a demon cultivator at the Cave Heaven Realm or a pure-blooded cultivator at the World Origin Realm.

The moment I saw the number "seven" on the license plate.

Without any hesitation.

He crushed the jade tablet and forfeited on the spot.

Are you kidding me?

Even the Dark Gold Suanni, a mid-stage Zhenyu beast with its bloodline burning, was reduced to a blood mist by a single punch.

What are they going up there for?

Are we going to our deaths?

Su Yu was happy to have some free time.

He stood at the edge of the ring, wearing a long, coarse gray-black robe, his expression calm as still water.

Deep eyes, looking beyond the bustling crowd.

Silently watching the first arena.

Holy Maiden, Sanskrit chant.

The battle with the Brahma Sound was equally devastating.

No one could force her to use a second move.

until.

The top ten spots are about to be decided.

Fan Yin has met her strongest opponent in this selection.

The ancient mountain-moving ape clan.

Golden Ape, Yuan Gang.

Late stage of town development!

Yuan Gang was enormous, like an iron tower.

His muscles were bulging and bulging, radiating a terrifying pressure like that of a prehistoric beast.

He did not abstain.

The pride of the ancient race would not allow him to surrender without a fight.

"Your Holiness, please forgive me!"

Yuan Gang roared.

boom!

The Law of Moving Mountains erupted suddenly.

His arms seemed capable of lifting up a miniature star field.

With a physical pressure that could crush the void, it slammed down fiercely towards the Brahma sound.

This strike.

It's enough to crush an ordinary mid-stage town into mincemeat.

but.

Faced with this devastating blow.

The Buddhist chant remained aloof and showed no sign of retreat.

She simply raised her right hand gently.

Bring your slender index and middle fingers together and point them forward slightly.

The Ancient Gengjin Sword Manual.

laugh.

A dazzling platinum sword aura burst forth from her fingertips.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

Only the sharpest edge.

The sword energy sliced ​​through the fragile paper like a knife, instantly tearing apart Yuan Gang's proud Mountain Moving Law.

It sliced ​​through his seemingly indestructible physical body and inner energy.

finally.

It hovered halfway in front of Yuan Gang's brow.

The sharp, metallic energy pierced Yuan Gang's skin.

A drop of blood seeped out.

With just a slight movement of his fingertips, the Primordial Mountain-Moving Ape in the late stage of the Town Realm would perish on the spot.

But Sanskrit does not.

She restrained herself and withdrew her sword energy.

"Thank you for your concession."

Yuan Gang was drenched in cold sweat, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

He suddenly knelt on one knee, completely convinced of his superiority.

"Thank you for your mercy, Holy Maiden."

offstage.

A collective gasp followed a deathly silence.

In the later stages of a town's power, a single move can crush them!

Moreover, it was a complete and effortless crushing victory.

The Saintess's strength is unfathomable!

Fan Yin stood on the arena, ignoring Yuan Gang's thanks.

She turned her head.

His gaze swept over dozens of arenas and over the bustling crowd.

It landed on Su Yu.

She was observing.

She wanted to see what would happen after witnessing her crushing a late-stage Zhenyu expert with a single move.

How will this half-dragon boy react?

fear?

Retreat?

Or should I feign composure?

but.

Su Yu's reaction surprised her slightly.

calm.

It was as calm as a still well.

He stood there, seemingly completely isolated from the surrounding noise.

The gaze met the chanting of Sanskrit.

There was no attempt to dodge.

But a barely perceptible, perfectly measured seriousness appeared in his deep eyes.

This solemn expression.

It doesn't seem like the fear of the weak towards the strong.

It's more like... a top chess player seeing an opponent worthy of serious consideration.

Beneath the veil of Buddhist chanting, her red lips were slightly pursed.

"interesting."

The fighting spirit in her heart was completely ignited.

too long.

Among her peers, she hadn't encountered an opponent who could evoke such a sense of crisis and anticipation in her for far too long.

This is a hybrid of the Abyss Dragon Clan.

It is a formidable opponent.

Deep within the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

In a dark, secret room.

Elder Mo Yuan sat cross-legged in the void, watching the two people gazing at each other from afar in the water mirror.

A deep light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"it is good."

"very good."

"He is decisive and ruthless, with unfathomable depths of knowledge and experience."

"A physically invincible individual, with profound and patient endurance."

Mo Yuan slowly stood up.

"Since the top ten are no longer in doubt."

"Then there's no need to waste any more time."

He raised his withered fingers and pointed forward.

It directly interfered with the operation of the formation.

The competition, which originally required several rounds of elimination to determine the final ranking, was forcibly interrupted by him.

The top ten have been decided.

The aged voice, like a resounding bell, echoed loudly in the square.