The moment he made his move was shocking!

  "I'm asking you, Han Lin, are you really going to push that disciple of yours onto the stage for a competition?" A middle-aged man sitting next to Han Lin glanced at Tang Zihao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and raised an eyebrow as he looked at his calm-faced old friend. The two had known each other for over a decade and were considered close friends, but one thing that had always puzzled him was why Han Lin would take on a disciple who couldn't even stand up with both feet.

  Even if that disciple had a spiritual root, he couldn't stand up, which would hinder his cultivation. He knew that at the beginning, this old friend had found many alchemists and doctors to try to cure his disciple's legs, but unfortunately, nothing worked. His disciple was destined to never stand up again.

  Han Lin lowered his eyes and picked up the tea beside him, taking a sip: "Isn't everything already in front of you? Is there still any deception?"

  "I'm telling you, Master, you're being too cruel. You know as well as I do that many disciples die every year, and even if they don't die, they're often left with severe injuries. He can barely stand on his own two feet, and yet you're pushing him to go on stage. Isn't this just sending him to his death? If that's the case, then why did you take him as a disciple in the first place? Maybe he would have been better off not being your disciple at all. Honestly, I really don't agree with what you're doing today, it's not like you at all." The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, as if Tang Zihao was his own son and he was frantically worrying about him.

  Han Lin put down his teacup and glanced at him: "That is my disciple."

  "I know you're his disciple, but I've never seen a master like you!"

  "My disciples' weight in gold is clear to me." His gaze fell on the stage in front, where one by one, those who were defeated and injured were carried away, while his disciples emerged victorious and stood aside to rest and watch the matches. Among many matches, Luo Junjie defeated his opponents with the most agile moves, although he didn't take their lives with a single blow, but also made them unable to get out of bed for at least several months. Seeing him easily defeat his opponents, some disciples on stage couldn't help but look at him with fear in their eyes.

  Luo Junjie, the first disciple of Xianmen, won three years ago. However, the reward at that time was not the foundation-building elixir, but they remembered that the last disciple who fought him died from severe injuries. After the incident, he only said one sentence: "Although I wanted to spare his life, my spiritual power surged out of control and couldn't be stopped." The deceased disciple's strength was also publicly recognized, yet he still died from severe injuries in this world where the strong are revered. In this world, even if a few or dozens of people die, no one will say anything about it. Their families won't dare to raise any objections because they don't dare to confront Xianmen. Most importantly, every disciple who participates in the trial writes a life-and-death statement. If an unexpected death occurs during the trial, their family cannot pursue responsibility.

  "Next, Tang Zihao versus Qi Wei!"

  A loud declaration of war erupted, and the crowd below burst into an uproar, with everyone feeling extremely strange about this duel between the two. Qi Wei was a renowned figure in the Xianmen sect, with a cultivation level of eight layers. If anyone among the Xianmen disciples could rival him, it would be Luo Juncheng. Yet now, he was going to engage in combat with Tang Zihao, who had crippled legs.

  Everyone looked at Ze Wu with a mixture of shock and disdain as his face darkened upon hearing the announcement. He took large strides forward, his voice low and menacing: "You want me to fight against a cripple? This is an insult to my abilities! I request a new opponent!" Fighting against a cripple would be nothing to brag about, even if he won. Among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, only Luo Jie could rival him, while the others were no match for him, especially this cripple who couldn't even stand up straight.

  Upon hearing his words, the crowd below also started to shout: "Exactly! Letting a cripple fight against Qi Wei, is this looking down on his strength or thinking that he can only win against a cripple? The difference in strength is too great, it's not worth watching at all. We demand that you replace him with someone whose strength is passable!"

  "Right! Right! Change one, change one!"

  Below the stage, in the crowd, Sun Xing and several fellow disciples who knew Tang Zihao's strength looked at the scene on the stage with their mouths agape, but couldn't utter a word. Was Tang Zihao's strength weak? It was unlikely that even Luo Junjie could be his opponent. Letting him fight Qi Wei was already giving Qi Wei face, and if Qi Wei wanted to win against him, unless he deliberately let him, there was no chance of winning.

  Look at Tang Zihao sitting in the wheelchair again, listening to the crowd shouting "cripple" and saying that his strength is not as good as others. He seemed to have not heard it at all, his expression remained unchanged, his hands were crossed and placed on his legs, looking at the crowd below, looking at the scene around him, and also at Qi Wei's face full of anger and humiliation. After a while, he slowly lowered his eyes, waiting for their final decision.

  It doesn't matter who he fights, since he's on stage and has come to participate in the competition, he only has one thought, one idea, which is to win. No matter who his opponent is, they are all the same in his eyes. Since he doesn't want to fight him and looks down on this cripple, then so be it! Anyway, in the end, the one who emerges victorious, the one who wins the entire competition, is only one person, and that's him!

  Looking at the many famous disciples and the persistence of Qi Wei, the peak master who had just announced couldn't help but look at the sect leader, while the sect leader stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression, looking towards Han Lin. Everyone's eyes were already on the sect leader, wanting to know his final decision, and now seeing him turn his gaze to Han Lin, they couldn't help but feel a little curious.

  What's going on? What does the master's gaze mean? It really makes one puzzled.

  "Han Lin, what's your take on this?"

  Han Lin looked at Qi Wei, who had an unsatisfied expression, and calmly said: "You don't want to compete with him, you think he's not worthy of your attention, but I still have to ask him if he's qualified for you to take action."

  "You!" At these words, Qi Wei was furious, but because his opponent was Feng Zhuang, he forcibly endured it.

  And the people on and off the stage, except for a very small number of them, were all stunned and couldn't understand how Han Lin could say such things. Looking at Tang Zihao sitting in his wheelchair, he was calm and normal, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just like that, the crowd really didn't understand what he was capable of.

  Compared to the shock and anger of the crowd, Han Lin calmly asked: "Zi Hao, if you think he's not worthy of your attention, then let someone else take his place. You can save your energy for a final showdown with the winner, how about that?"

  "I'll go along with whatever Master arranges."

  "Hmm." He nodded and looked at the host, who saw the situation and his gaze fell on Tang Zihao's body for a while before opening his mouth. But Qi Wei was furious and spoke in a low voice: "I'd like to see what this cripple is capable of! Am I not worthy of fighting him? What a joke!"

  Upon hearing this, the host furrowed his brow and said: "Didn't you just say you didn't want to compete with him? Why have you changed your mind now? The opponents on this competition stage are not chosen by you, but arranged by us. Tang Zihao, you step down first, let Luo Junjie compete with you, and the final winner will then compete with Tang Zihao!

  "Master of the Gate..."

  Listening to the Master's words, which were clearly biased towards Tang Zihao, everyone was shocked and stared with wide eyes. What was going on? What made Tang Zihao so special that even the Master was protecting him like this? Was he really the last one standing, and only then would anyone be able to compare with him? Not only did he not need to waste his energy, but he could also observe everyone's abilities from the side. This was absolutely beneficial for him.

  Men's partiality, Han Lin's calmness, made Luo Junjie also raise his eyebrows and look at Tang Zihao sitting in a wheelchair, a disabled person who cannot walk with both legs. Why did Men's master favor him so much? What skills does he have that makes Han Lin so confident in him?

  Tang Zihao, what kind of person is he?

  He quietly released his spiritual sense towards him, but didn't expect the spiritual sense that was probing him to be repelled by a powerful force, and he couldn't probe anything. This situation made his heart sink. What kind of person is Tang Zihao? How strong is his power? Is he hiding his strength? When he met him last time, he didn't pay much attention to him, but today's him made him have to take him seriously. The spiritual sense was repelled back, only someone stronger than him could do that. Can Tang Zihao do it?

  A thoughtful gaze fell on him, and he seemed to have noticed it too, glancing up before quickly looking away and pushing his wheelchair aside. He stepped forward, since the master had already spoken, he could only try against Qi Wei first, and if he won, then he would face Tang Zihao. As they passed each other, he slowed down for a moment and looked at Tang Zihao sitting in his wheelchair, saying in a low voice: "I'm looking forward to fighting you."

  He stepped forward to Qi Wei's front, tidied up his clothes: "Come on! Quick battle, I can now think about what he has!" He stared at Qi Wei in front of him, making a trial preparation.

  Qī Wēi furrowed his brow and glanced at him: "Luó Jùn Jié, I didn't think that we two would have today, actually just to try out who wins or loses in order to deal with Táng Zǐ Hào." He swept a glance at Táng Zǐ Hào, who was already standing off to the side waiting: "It's best if he has such skills to make us take him so seriously, otherwise, I'll have to kill him!" Originally, he had planned to cripple him, but seeing that he was already crippled, there was no point in crippling him again. It would be better to just kill him and get it over with!

  The master of the gate and several other masters furrowed their brows upon hearing his words, presumably dissatisfied with his declaration to kill Tang Zihao. But this person was like that - whatever he thought, he would say it out loud. He didn't pretend to be polite like Luo Junjie, who had a different attitude in public and private. He openly disapproved of Tang Zihao, looking down on him. The actions of petty people were beneath his notice!

  "Alright, what's the fuss about? Come on!" Luo Junjie drew out a dagger from his space and gazed at it with narrowed eyes, a hint of ferocity flashing in his gaze. He might as well take advantage of today's opportunity to kill Qi Wei!

  "What is that, a wind-elemental artifact? Truly worthy of the Luo family, casually taking out an artifact." Qi Wei raised an eyebrow as he looked at the dagger emitting a cold glow in his hand. In the cultivation world, generally speaking, artifacts were only divided into three levels: high, medium, and low. However, he had heard that in the Flying Immortal Realm, a place so sacred it was untouchable, the artifact-refiners there could refine artifacts of one to nine grades, with more functions as well. But these were just things they had heard from ancient books. The Flying Immortal Realm was a place where even those who had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage couldn't enter, and some people used up their entire lives without being able to break through."

  But in the Fei Xian realm, there really existed such a powerful and mighty being.

  "You're not just anyone, I shouldn't take it easy on you, or else I'd be disrespecting you?" Luo Junjie smiled, playing with the dagger in his hand. As spiritual energy surged, a powerful gust of wind shot out from the dagger, making a whooshing sound. The next moment, his swift and ghostly figure had already flashed by.

  "In that case, I won't be polite with you either!"

  His voice was laced with a fierce and murderous intent, as the saying goes, one mountain cannot contain two tigers. The two of them had equivalent strength and were viewed as key cultivation objects in the Immortal Sect. Only an extremely small number of disciples knew that those who were favored by the Immortal Sect could go to a small forest with dense spiritual energy to cultivate, where their progress would be rapid. However, they deeply understood that if one of them was missing, then the dense spiritual energy would only belong to one person and wouldn't need to be shared with others. Therefore, every three years when it came to this final juncture, one of the two disciples would either be heavily injured or dead, it had always been so.

  Similarly, Qi Wei also took out a sword from his own space. He was of the water attribute, and the sword in his hand was also a water-attribute magical weapon. The Qi family had always been on par with the Luo family in terms of their lineage, so if the Luo family could obtain something, the Qi family could naturally do the same. The water-attribute magical weapon could help him increase the water energy within his body and multiply its power several times. Seeing that the dagger in his hand was accompanied by a sharp wind blade, he flew out without hesitation. As the water energy surged, the power of the water contained in the long sword transformed into a sharp knife edge, accompanied by the sword's aura, and attacked Luo Junjie.

  The same killing intent, the same desire to put each other to death, the two men's strength was evenly matched, and the fierce battle on stage made the people below and around them watch with bated breath and excitement. Some loudly cheered for Qi Wei, while others rooted for Luo Junjie, forming two factions that supported the person they thought would emerge victorious.

  "Whirlwind Blade!"

  Luo Junjie let out a low shout, the dagger in his hand slicing through the air with a shocking gust of wind, spinning at an eerie speed as it shot towards Qi Wei in front of him. Seeing this shocking attack, the crowd below couldn't help but hold their breath, and they all silently wished good luck to Qi Wei.

  "Water Curtain!"

  Similarly, Qi Wei let out a loud shout, and the long sword in his hand suddenly surged out with a huge wave of water that was over three meters high. Because it was controlled by spiritual energy, the wave did not spill onto the stage despite its turbulent flow. A thick layer of water curtain blocked his face, obstructing Luo Junjie's whirlwind attack, while also unleashing a terrifying air pressure towards Luo Junjie. The large-scale movement of the water curtain seemed to want to engulf Luo Junjie and drown him inside.

  The two on the stage were engaged in a perilous and intense duel, far exceeding their usual normal matches. This was no longer just about winning or losing, but about taking each other's lives. Neither of them held back, using every ounce of strength they possessed to try and deliver a fatal blow. Seeing the murderous intent floating in their eyes, even the Sect Master and several Peak Masters who were watching from the sidelines couldn't help but sink into deep contemplation. Was this really okay? Hadn't they already lost sight of the true purpose of these matches - to select the most outstanding individuals?

  "Hmph! Water curtain? Is this your only trick? Today, I'll break through your water curtain!" Luo Junjie's eyes flashed with a fierce gaze, his hand gripping the dagger tightened, and the spiritual energy in his body surged, strengthening the wind blade on the dagger. The air pressure around him grew heavier, and the whistling sound from the dagger became even more piercing and frightening. In the next moment, staring at the massive water curtain that was about to engulf him, he took a deep breath and burst out with a loud roar, releasing a powerful gust of wind energy. The gleaming light on the tip of the bloodthirsty blade dazzled everyone's eyes, and also made Tang Zihao, who had been half-closing his eyes, raise his head to look at the scene in front of him.

  "Sure Kill Sword! Smash!"

  A low growl accompanied by a terrifying killing intent, everyone saw that the dagger he held was cut from top to bottom along the water curtain due to his jump, and it actually cut through the thick water curtain, just like a sharp knife cutting a piece of cloth in half. The water curtain was broken, the water flowed to both sides, and Qi Wei, who was standing behind the water curtain, stood in front of Luo Junjie without any defense.

  He didn't expect that Luo Junjie would actually break through his water curtain, Qi Wei's hand still holding the sword, but he was shocked by him. Seeing him coming at him with a dagger, his heart shook violently, and he suddenly retreated backwards, his foot slipping, falling to the ground, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, although his chest was still slashed by the dagger, blood seeping out, pain washing over him, also shocking him awake.

  "You, you've actually reached the ninth layer of Qi Refining!" Qi Wei stared at him in shock. If he was still at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, he wouldn't have been able to break through his Water Curtain! The only explanation was that he had already reached the ninth layer!

  "You know too much already, next year on this day will be your death date!"

  A gloomy and murderous voice came from Luo Junjie's mouth, he didn't hesitate to raise the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Qi Wei's chest again, intending to kill him with one knife. The knife entered his heart, even if the great god of hell couldn't save him, today, he would definitely die!

  The killing intent and ruthlessness in his eyes made Qi Wei's heart skip a beat, seeing the sharp blade about to pierce into his own heart, his whole heart was lifted up, is he going to die? He still has a great future ahead of him, can it be that he will die at his hands?

  However, just as the knife was about to pierce, a hidden projectile flew out and with a clanging sound, it easily knocked down a dagger held tightly in the hand of a ninth-level cultivator. The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and this sudden scene shocked everyone on and off the stage, each with a shocking expression, looking incredulously at the same place.