Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Let's make a decision. I'll give you five minutes to decide."

Jiang Mo prepared to drive away the guests. He sensed the dense network of Qi underground and began to select a suitable place to fight at the foot of the mountain. With Lu Jin's cultivation level, the two sides would not be locked in a stalemate for too long.

"Then please forgive my rudeness."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple clasped his hands in greeting, his heart filled with complex emotions. He couldn't quite figure out whether Jiang Mo was giving them a way out, finding an excuse to let them acquire the extraordinary skill in front of the company, or whether he really intended to destroy the extraordinary skill and see who had the stronger fist would have the final say.

After all, their method of victory was too absurd—simply touching clothing was enough. In the eyes of the White Cloud Temple Master, the latter's probability was far less than the former's.

Ultimately, he also decided to participate in the competition and began to negotiate with the disciples and elders around him.

The company staff were also gathered together, discussing what the quickest and safest battle plan would be to achieve a breakthrough under the winning rules.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The company sent ten employees, plus director Cheng Nan, to fight, while the Quanzhen Sect sent the abbot of Baiyun Temple, three elders, and seven elite disciples, for a total of 22 people.

"Senior, we are ready." The abbot of Baiyun Temple requested to challenge immediately.

"We are the same; we can begin at any time, as you command."

Huang Boren hadn't been this nervous in a long time; his heart was racing, and he pinned his hopes on the two temporary workers.

Jiang Mo ignored him, glancing at the handsome man with light blond hair in the company crowd, and chuckled mockingly:

"Does the alien creature hidden in your clothes also want to participate? I let people choose, and if it wants to too, I don't mind."

"Senior has discerning eyes; my little tricks cannot fool you."

Wang Zhenqiu took off his coat and asked his leader Hao Yi to hold it for him. The Pu Ling alien hiding inside was terrified and dared not breathe. He remained silently in the dark environment under the cover of his clothes.

"Now that you've chosen twenty-two people, let me see what you're capable of."

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his true qi poured out, sealing off all directions with his innate qi, trapping dozens of people inside the white barrier.

"call out--!"

At the same moment, locking onto the coordinates of the mountain forest, a wisp of innate Qi that Jiang Mo had marked in advance swayed, and with the casting of 'Human Realm Within Reach', the entire barrier was moved to this location.

With a "pop!" the barrier expanded dozens of times, becoming as large as two football fields. From beginning to end, Jiang Mo didn't even get up. He just sat quietly in the armchair, casually displaying divine miracles, like a god.

Lu Jin strode towards the center of the barrier, his white hair flying wildly, his heroic figure unparalleled. The abbot of Baiyun Temple, the temporary worker, and 22 other extraordinary individuals followed him.

"There is no time limit. Use whatever you have until you are completely exhausted. Use weapons or secret techniques, it's your only chance in this life. Don't hold back, use everything you can."

After briefly explaining the rules, Jiang Mo didn't forget to add a word of advice:

"Jin'er, stop when you've struck; don't hurt her too much."

The cultivation of the three disciples within the sect differs. Lu Jin is skilled in tempering cold qi and ranks first in the sect. His destructive power is extremely strong. The meridians and flesh inside the human body are relatively fragile. Once the cold qi penetrates and crystallizes, the person will die.

Those around them were even more shocked, especially the company's senior management. They had reviewed the relevant information about the Sanyi Sect and found that there was only one person whose name contained the character "瑾" or a homophone of it.

Lu Jin, the tenth elder of the Lu family!

They could hardly believe that the old man they knew was actually so young, looking like he was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a blazing, scorching energy, showing absolutely no signs of aging.

The abbot of Baiyun Temple, who was facing him, and the three Quanzhen elders all felt a chill in their hearts and felt immense pressure.

Cheng Nan and two temporary workers from the company had solemn expressions. They knew about the events in the desert some time ago, where Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders, fought against the two heroes, Ru Hu. It was said that Lu Jin hadn't even used his martial arts techniques, yet he still managed to repel them.

Now she is clearly in a state of reversal of fortune, with a flawless face, fair skin and jade-like bones, and an aura that overlooks the mountains and rivers sweeps over like a tsunami. It would be a lie to say that the others are not afraid.

"boom!"

A contest that will determine the fate of the Eight Extraordinary Skills is about to begin.

The Baiyun disciple, positioned to the side, launched the first attack, charging forward with his entire body converging like a raging bull on his right shoulder.

"Pfft!"

Lu Jin lightly touched the void with a finger, and a waterfall of azure cold energy burst forth from afar. The disciple was suddenly unable to move. He was imprisoned inside a bone-chilling ice sculpture. He still had room to move, but he could not break the seal. His teeth chattered from the cold, and he hurriedly used his Qi to dispel the cold.

"Pong!"

"Pong!"

Clusters of primordial Qi fire were released, and the flames swept across the surroundings as Lu Jin directed his thoughts.

Although he couldn't see the tiny prokaryotic organism, his five senses, amplified by his reverse-life state, clearly detected the abnormal traces nearby. The frequency and vibration of the air were noticeably different from other areas, and countless tiny particles were approaching, trying to contaminate him.

"Sizzle..."

A faint, almost inaudible sound echoed in the void as the first batch of bacterial organisms released by temporary worker Lao Meng were completely incinerated.

"Oh!"

An elder from Baiyun Temple gathered his Qi in his palm, and his five fingers glowed with a crimson light. He shattered the ice sculpture from the outside in, rescuing the disciple.

"call out!"

"clatter!!"

"Whoosh!! Whoosh!!"

The nineteen superhumans launched a swift attack, approaching Lu Jin at top speed, just to touch his clothes.

An elder exhaled, compressing the true qi within his body into a storm-like force, which then burst forth in an instant, launching a wide-ranging attack in an attempt to restrict the target's movements.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jin's speed was as fast as lightning. First, he used his Qi to transform into a physical form and pressed down with one hand, clashing head-on with the White Cloud Temple Master, whose Bajiquan technique was fierce. He knocked the master back several feet, and the master staggered backward, with a trace of blood even dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Then, another punch unleashed a tornado of gale-force winds, destroying the storm created by the exhalation.

"?"

The elder's eyes were wide open like copper bells. His blood was surging, and his internal organs were aching. He was panting heavily after the attack.

"boom--!"

Just then, a streak of silver fire shot through the air.

An employee of Nadutong, who had been looking for an opportunity for a long time, used his innate supernatural ability to fire a Qi bullet with gravity binding force, using his finger as a gun, in an attempt to reduce Lu Jin's speed.

The cold energy gathered and transformed into an ice shield, shattering the energy projectiles, but to no avail.

“…”

Lu Jin's figure disappeared again, weaving through the crowd. A chilling aura permeated the air, and no one could withstand him. Protective spells crumbled upon contact, and the disparity in strength was so overwhelming that it filled people with despair.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Lu Jin repelled the two elders of Baiyun Temple one after the other. His true qi soared into the air and spread out. He raised his hand and chains formed, binding the two elders and throwing them dozens of meters away, where they fell to the edge of the barrier.

Chapter 300 The Eight Extraordinary Techniques That Turn to Powder

"Why...why...?"

"A method similar to manipulating objects?"

The two elders' faces turned a deep purplish-red as they struggled, unleashing bursts of true energy. However, the chains continued to tighten, binding them like tightly bound crabs, unable to get up.

The other Quanzhen disciples were breathing rapidly and moving slowly, as if they would fall to the ground at any moment. Their methods of resisting the cold energy could not withstand the invasion, and their limbs were now covered with large areas of frost.

If Lu Jin hadn't deliberately held back, they, who were not even as strong as the Four Madmen of Quanxing, would have been frozen into ice sculptures in an instant.

The company's employees also fell one after another. Most of them were born with supernatural abilities. After their abilities were exposed in their early years, they were secretly recruited by the company, assigned jobs, and had their abilities continuously developed.

Unlike other acquired superhumans, they have neither a sect or master to guide them or assist them in their cultivation. In order to reasonably control the potential risks brought about by their evolution, the company will not provide them with precise assistance in developing their superpowers. As a result, they can only rely on their own exploration. They either go down the wrong path or their cultivation progress is slow. Very few of them can achieve anything extraordinary.

They may be exceptionally capable in investigating matters related to superhumans, but they are utterly negligent in the training and refinement of their physical bodies.

The Quanzhen disciples were able to withstand Lu Jin's chilling aura and hold their own for a while, but they were far inferior.

Apart from two temporary workers and director Cheng Nan, the rest of them were like people at the North and South Poles. Facing the biting cold wind, they had no way to cope with it, and even walking was a luxury. Their bodies were as cold as iron and completely unresponsive to their commands.

The company executives watching from afar grew increasingly nervous, feeling a profound sense of disappointment. This outcome far exceeded their expectations, and judging from the current situation, their chances of winning were extremely slim.

In just over ten seconds, only the abbot of Baiyun Temple, Elder Yunxu, Wang Zhenqiu, Lao Meng, and Cheng Nan were still able to move with difficulty.

"Pong!"

A cluster of deep red flames ignited at Wang Zhenqiu's fingertips, dispelling the chill that had seeped into his bones. This was a technique he had learned from a friend of the Huode Sect, called "igniting fire," which allowed the true qi within his body to be drawn out and burned in an orderly manner.

However, the situation was worse than he had anticipated. The flames were dim and thin, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment, and his true qi was being consumed at an unusually rapid rate.

"......"

"Master Xu, Uncle Cheng, can you hold off Elder Lu? I have a method that might work."

Wang Zhenqiu also has a trump card: Millet Thousand Gold Fixation, a folk magic trick similar in form to the Taoist secret technique "Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers," with an effect similar to a fixation spell. Millet refined with secret incantations is scattered out to fix and bind any living thing that comes into contact with it.

As he spoke, he observed Lu Jin's surroundings, preparing to cast his spell in advance; just one second would suffice...

"I try my best."

Cheng Nan responded with difficulty, holding several dark purple mysterious cards in his hand, which were items created by his innate ability 'Imagination'.

Through years of intense mental concentration, the desired abilities are materialized in the form of cards. The effort and dedication required are no less than that of a Taoist practitioner who inscribes talismans.

"Gentlemen, please follow me."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple urged him on, and he was about to act when his steps abruptly stopped, a terrible tremor rising deep within his heart.

"..."

Lu Jin gave the five people no chance. His eyes were indifferent as he waved his hand, and true qi surged like a torrent, creating another small, blazing silver barrier that sealed them all.

In an instant, the thin, misty chill surrounding him suddenly plummeted in temperature, becoming so cold it almost froze the space itself. He stood amidst a pure, icy blue light, untouched by any impurity.

The true form of the Cold Realm.

This is a unique skill that Lu Jin developed based on the characteristics of triple rebirth and true magic.

Even the five people, who were more than ten meters away, felt an indescribable suffocation. Countless biting cold winds were howling in front of them, and every meter they got closer was an immense torment.

Let alone touching their clothes, even the cost of walking a few more meters is something they cannot afford.

Especially the 'biologist' Lao Meng, was completely at a loss. The bacteria he had tamed fell into a deep sleep one after another. The extreme low temperature was simply a disaster that would cause the microorganisms to be wiped out.

"Ok?"

Wang Zhenqiu's plan failed, and he stood still. He gathered a cluster of flames in his right hand, which gradually formed the shape of an arrow feather. He pointed his left fingertips forward at the target, and pulled his right hand back as if he were holding a rocket and drawing the bowstring, charging up the power and releasing it in an instant.

"Jiu—!"

The flaming arrow shot out with a sharp explosion, and everyone watched anxiously, waiting to see the effect of this test attack.

"Kakakaka!!"

Several meters away, the intensely burning arrow feathers solidified and crystallized in an instant, freezing in mid-air.

Unreachable.

It cannot be destroyed.

Witnessing this scene, the five felt utterly powerless. They were not in the same league as Lu Jin at all, and to think they could win through strategy was simply wishful thinking.

"..."

Lu Jin remained calm, his hands forming a hand seal. With the right timing and location, he began chanting the Ancient Spirit-Breaking Incantation, its obscure and mysterious sound continuously emanating from it.

At first, everyone thought it was some kind of incantation before casting a spell, and they were on high alert. But they never expected that the voices mixed with mysterious power were the ancient magic itself.

"what!!!"

"Ah!! Stop...stop!!"

Caught off guard, all five were hit. Their brains felt like they were exploding, their sensitive and fragile nerves were flooded with countless pain sensations, their faces turned pale with pain, they lost their reason and fell to the ground.

The demonic chanting stopped abruptly. Lu Jin did not continue chanting; a mere second was enough to render all five people powerless to resist.

Continuing to recite it would only destroy the souls of the five people, which was unnecessary. He controlled himself, released the barrier, and the cold domain dissipated, thus bringing the hasty competition to an end.

The abbot of Baiyun Temple and Daoist Yunxu were ice-cold all over. Having narrowly escaped death, their hearts were pounding so hard they felt like they were about to burst out of their chests, and they nearly fainted.

Wang Zhenqiu coughed up a streak of bright red blood, his limbs went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

After a three-minute stand-up, no one dared to stand up and challenge again. Without a doubt, Lu Jin was the winner.

"No....."

"how so...."

Several Quanzhen disciples muttered to themselves, their eyes darting around, unable to accept such a crushing defeat, and let out sorrowful cries.

Huang Boren and Liang Dong were filled with regret.