The cheers echoing from the mountaintop were exhilarating, making everyone want to leap up there immediately. Lin Feng quickened his pace, swiftly crossing the Heavenly Lake and speeding along the rugged mountain path. After rounding a bend in the mountain valley, he suddenly stopped. Ahead, on the rugged, winding mountain path, an old man in a grey robe slowly approached. His body was thin, his face wrinkled, and his white beard stretched to his chest. He carried a medicinal hoe on his shoulder, appearing at first glance to be an ordinary herb farmer. But upon closer inspection, his deep-set eyes and composed gait gave him an air of otherworldly wisdom. It was none other than the mysterious old man he had encountered at the foot of Sky Peak after returning from hunting in the Black Sand Cave. Was it him? How did he end up seeing him here? Was it a chance encounter, or...? "Disciple Lin Feng greets Senior." Lin Feng stepped aside to make way, bowed, and secretly guessed the ide

"Who's next? Stop hesitating and come up here!" Jing Long, brimming with murderous intent, shouted a few words. Seeing the fear on the faces of the younger disciples in front, he became even more arrogant and loudly challenged them to a fight. After a while, a young disciple finally stepped forward. He was thin and weak, and his cultivation was only average, not much better than Li Tingjun's. Soon, he was overwhelmed and in a sorry state by Jing Long's wide-ranging attacks. "What a remarkable moves by Jing Long! As expected of the leader of the Three Deadly Tigers, his cultivation is truly extraordinary. His blade flashes like lightning, and his Heavenly Thunder Slash is masterful. If he can defeat a disciple of the Hundred-Man Hall in the challenge and enter the final battle, that would truly be defying the heavens!" A sect disciple with a goatee exclaimed, explaining Jing Long's swordsmanship to his companions. Lin Feng happened to be standing nearby and heard everything clearl

At the edge of the square, several women in white gracefully approached. Ye Jiaomei, Feng Feixue, and other disciples of the Fallen God Palace finally arrived and watched from a distance at the edge of the square. "Group 99, eight people, the top disciple is Murong Hua, the rest are He Tianwang, Ma Cheng..." As soon as the middle-aged steward spoke, the bustling skill transmission square fell silent, then suddenly erupted in thunderous applause. Upon hearing the name 'Murong Hua' on the high platform, Gao Fei, who was always proud and arrogant, changed his facial expression, but Shangguan Tu, who was naturally forthright showed emotion. Among the younger generation of disciples of the Celestial Blade Sect, Murong Hua was a lofty and aloof figure. He was the personal disciple of Elder Hong Yuanxi and ranked third in the Hall of One Hundred. Like the top experts of the Hall of One Hundred, he had been focusing on cultivation for many years and has rarely appeared in competitions

The second phase of the grand martial arts competition, the elite challenge, officially began, with matches taking place simultaneously in four arenas: east, south, west, and north. The sect disciples were divided into four groups, completely surrounding the four arenas. Soon, deafening cheers and thunderous applause resounded above East Blade Peak. Every disciple of the Hundred-Man Hall who entered the arena must face challenges from the experts in their respective groups. To become a disciple of the Hundred-Man Hall was naturally to be exceptional among the elite, but those who emerge from the preliminary selection were also outstanding in cultivation, making the competitions incredibly exciting. While everyone else crowded around to watch the excitement and cheer loudly, Lin Feng walked alone to the edge of the square, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating to conserve his energy. The trip to the Demon Refining Ground had been very fruitful, but he was also somewhat exhauste

Han Zhong, who seemed to have the upper hand, suddenly felt his body sink, and his walking and sword-wielding speed slowed down considerably. When he slashed out, it was as if an invisible rein was wrapped around his wrist, or as if he were wielding a sword in water, and suddenly there was great resistance.Blade domain? Lin Feng's eyelids twitched, and he knew something was wrong.Han Zhong was clearly being suppressed by the Blade Domain. Back when Lin Feng fought Lu Zichuan, he experienced the power of the Blade Domain firsthand. He managed to seize the opportunity before Lu Zichuan could fully unleash his Blade Domain and launch a counterattack, pinpointing an opening and defeating him in one move, thus averting disaster. Now, can Han Zhong break through Ouyang Luolei's Blade Domain?Lin Feng's heart sank deeper and deeper; he was not optimistic."Impressive! What a powerful Thunder Strike Blade Domain!""Look, Ouyang Luolei is about to launch a counterattack!"Among the onlookers