Lin Ming's strength was indeed formidable, but the few personal disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys were too powerful. Their cultivation at the peak of the Congenital Realm was a whole major realm higher than Lin Ming's, and they themselves were all geniuses capable of crossing realms in battle, stronger than ordinary later-stage Heaven realm masters.

  Even if Lin Ming is extremely formidable, it's still impossible for him to cross nearly two boundaries and contend with a mid-stage postnatal expert, or else the entire Seven Profound Valleys would be shocked.

  Qin Xingxuan said, "There are only twenty candidates for the championship, all of whom are core disciples of the Seventh Mystic Valley. The seeded players from ten small groups are the most popular, and Jiang Lansheng from our group is also among them, with odds of 1 to 20. Oh, and there's another one, Zhang Yanzhao from the Sixteen Repair Martial Family, who was selected with odds of 1 to 35."

  Zhang Yanzhao?

  Lin Ming felt that the name was familiar, and after careful recollection, he remembered that when he was in Nan Hua Lou, Ou Yang Zi Yun's younger brother had mentioned this name - Zhang Yan Zhao from the Zhang family. He had made it into the top 20 of the previous Grand Assembly! Of course, although it was the top 20, it was still far inferior to the top 10 disciples who were direct descendants of Qi Huan Valley. This time, he had cultivated for another three years, and his results should be remarkable.

  Since the Seven Aperture Valley's General Assembly martial competition was held, the first place has always been in the hands of the core disciples of the Seven Aperture Valley and has never fallen into the hands of outsiders. Zhang Yan being selected as one of the top twenty and getting a 1:35 odds is already quite difficult.

  "Right... didn't you just say I was also selected as a seeded player?" Lin Ming asked.

  "Hmm... you've just been chosen as a seed player for the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, betting on you to get first place in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms. There are seven selected players and your odds are one to six."

  "One compensation for six? Looks like my odds aren't great either, didn't rank high huh?"

  "Ah, the top-ranked pair is from Jingchu Country, a brother and sister duo. Both of their cultivations are at the peak of the Condensing Pulse Middle Stage, on the verge of entering the Late Stage. Their odds are both 1:2."

  "Is that Jingchu country......" Because of the vast distance, Lin Ming was very unfamiliar with this country, and had only heard some rumors. Jingchu country was an extremely mysterious nation, its land area was slightly smaller than Tianyun country, but its strength was stronger than Huoluo country.

  Lin Ming smiled and said: "Xing Xuan, if you want to win some money to eat at Nan Hua Lou, you can buy some from me."

  "Hehe...... actually, I've already bought twenty True Yuan Stones." Qin Xuan stuck out her tongue. She said with some embarrassment, feeling that this had a hint of speculation, although she didn't believe Lin Ming could win the championship, but she believed that Lin Ming defeating Jing Chuan's siblings was no problem, and so far Lin Ming hadn't even made his move yet...... After lunch, the afternoon competition began. The schedule was all arranged by humans, without any drawing of lots, the basic principle being that seeded players wouldn't meet in the group stage, and martial artists from the same place would try to avoid each other.

  Twenty-one people, fifteen matches. Basically, all hopefuls who have a chance of breaking into the top thirty seeds can avoid each other.

  Lin Ming had opened up Bi Ting Hua, Jiang Lan Jian, Ling Sen and Qin Xing Xuan. In the afternoon's competition, many people forfeited, and few came to fight, until the seventh round of the competition, Lin Ming encountered an opponent in the middle of the Cong Pulse stage - Sun Dong from the Seven Abyss Valley Refining Sect.

  Sun Dong's cultivation had reached the middle stage of Condensing Pulse. In the group stage, he was already quite good and shouldn't have too much trouble advancing, and as a disciple of the Refining Sect, he just so happened to counter soul attacks from warriors.

  Sun Dongxi stood confidently on the stage, and above his head three feet in the air, a small tripod with two ears was spinning around.

  "You're strong, but it's not that easy to win against me. As a disciple of the Seven Mystical Valleys' Refining Sect, although I'm not outstanding in martial techniques and skills, my soul power is far superior to that of other warriors at the same level. Your soul attack has no effect on me!"

  Like the Inscription Master, the Refiner needs precise control over his soul. Sun Dong has a mid-grade five-element soul talent and has been practicing soul techniques since he was young, tempering his soul power. The intensity of his soul power can be imagined.

  "Haha, now this is getting interesting. Sun Dong's strength isn't that great, but it just so happens to counter Lin Ming's. If soul attacks are ineffective, I wonder what other tricks Lin Ming has up his sleeve."

  "Haha, this time Lin Ming might get a taste of defeat. I'm waiting to see his winning streak come to an end."

  Lin Ming swept through the entire journey, taking down many of the top experts from the Seven Profound Valleys. Many of the spectators, being disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys' main sect, naturally hoped that Lin Ming would lose a match. Someone who had been undefeated all along was always envied by others, and this opponent was even from one of the Thirty-six Countries - it was as if a poor commoner had suddenly risen to the top of the nobility, which was naturally unbearable for many people.

  "Let me show you the ultimate skill of my sect, stabilizing the universe!"

  Sun Dong let out a loud shout, and the small black cauldron spinning on his head flew into the sky, growing larger as it met the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had already grown to three feet in size.

  After infusing the true yuan, a single strike of the cauldron would unleash a force of no less than ten thousand kilograms, and even a small mountain would be smashed in half.

  Lin Ming completely ignored Sun Dong's actions, a black gleam flashing in his eyes as he burst forth with the power of the Wheel of Reincarnation.

  "Bang!"

  Sun Dong's face turned pale, as if he had been heavily struck. The three-chi tripod that was suspended in mid-air lost the support of its true yuan and spiritual energy, and it crashed to the ground with a loud thud, shattering the tiles into powder.

  "Damn it. How could this be, why is my soul power so strong, yet he can still hurt me." Sun Dong panted heavily, one hand propping up his body on the ground.

  "Crushing all emptiness!" A flash of light appeared in Sun Dong's eyes, the black cauldron spinning wildly, just about to take off again, but after flying only a few feet high, it crashed to the ground with a loud rumble.

  Lin Ming's eyes flashed with black light again, and Sun Dong's body shook. His eyes lost their luster and he fell to the ground.

  Lin Ming Sheng!

  As soon as the judge announced the result, the audience was stunned. Sun Dong of Lianqi Sect actually lost? And he lost so decisively, how is that possible?

  Wang Wu was defeated, and although people were surprised, they could still accept it. However, when Lin Ming's soul force became too abnormal, even mid-term cultivators couldn't withstand it. But Sun Dong was a master of refining equipment that targeted the soul force, so how could he end up like Wang Wu?

  What's the story with this guy named Lin Ming?

  Many disciples of the Seventh Valley who were watching from below felt a chill down their backs, as Lin Ming defeated his opponents one after another with his soul force attacks. Regardless of his opponent's cultivation or the strength of their soul force, he would resolve the battle in just a few breaths. Lin Ming's soul force attack gave people an unfathomable feeling!

  Actually, Lin Ming's Revolving Spear Intent is similar to a soul attack. However, it's not just a simple soul attack.

  The reincarnation of the martial arts heart, Wu Yi, is also an attack on the martial arts heart. Those who are not firm in their martial arts heart can easily lose themselves in the cycle of a hundred generations.

  A martial artist with strong spiritual power does not necessarily have a firm heart.

  Just because you have a strong soul force doesn't mean you can ignore the attack of the reincarnation martial intent.

  The wheel of reincarnation can only be felt by the person being attacked, and it is mysterious and subtle. Outsiders find it difficult to see through its mystery, and even the person being attacked only feels a multitude of chaotic illusions rushing in before losing consciousness. They also cannot describe what kind of attack it was.

  However, at this time, Mu Qinghong on the grand hall seemed to vaguely perceive the unusualness of Lin Ming's soul attack. As for what kind of mystery it was, she could only judge after experiencing it personally once.

  "This young man is getting more and more interesting, perhaps Qian Yu wasn't exaggerating."

  Pastor Qing's lips curved into a gentle arc. She knew that this trip was not in vain.

  The group stage was lukewarm and went on without any heavyweight showdowns, with half of the matches being one-sided contests.

  Until Ling Sen and Bi Ting Hua's battle finally attracted a lot of attention.

  Ling Sen was twenty-one years old and had just begun his Bone Forging training.

  Bi Tinghua was nineteen years old and had reached the later stage of his cultivation in the Condensing Pulse Realm.

  The match began. Ling Sen immediately activated his killing domain, and he also knew that Biting Flower was absolutely the strongest opponent he had faced since the start of the game.

  Wow!

  Biting Hua only felt the scenery around her spinning wildly, and in the next moment she had already arrived at the Blood Pool Hell, seeing endless gray rocks. And those fierce ghosts crawling out of the Nine You Deep Abyss.

  The girl in the green courtyard smiled.

  Illusions? I'm the ancestor of illusions!

  The corners of her mouth rose in an arc, and Bi Tinghua pinched a hand seal. Endless flames descended from the sky, and with the sound of the flames burning fiercely, those fierce ghosts were directly burned into nothingness.

  The flames grew stronger and stronger, burning the rocks to pieces and turning the sky red. This was a flame formed by magic, in the world of magic, the Azure Courtyard Flower was a god!

  "Bang!"

  The killing field collapsed, and Ling Sen's face turned pale.

  Bitingting smiled and looked at Lingsen, "You are not my opponent."

  "Senju Kannon!"

  One palm strike came, and Biting Court Flower's hand transformed into countless illusions, while his palm in Ling Sen's line of sight grew larger and larger, almost covering the entire blue sky.

  Ling Sen let out a loud roar, drew his heavy sword, and stimulated his true yuan to the extreme, striking back with one sword!

  "Bang!"

  The sword energy was broken, and the brick under Ling Sen's feet turned into powder. He let out a muffled groan, knelt down on the ground, and all the true yuan that had been condensed in his body was dispersed, and he suffered a serious injury.

  "The Peony Pavilion!"

  The judge announced in a timely manner that this battle was originally without any suspense, and the difference in cultivation was more than one realm. If Ling Sen could win, it would probably cause a stir throughout the entire Qixuan Valley.

  Ling Sen lost thoroughly, even forcing Biting Court Flower to seriously consider whether she was qualified.

  Ling Sen and Bi Ting Hua had a fierce battle, after that, there were few matches worth paying attention to in the group stage. Lin Ming's opponents successively forfeited, so he advanced with a perfect record.

  Biyu Tinghua and Jiang Lansheng also advanced with a perfect record.

  Qin Xiaoyan stopped in the group stage with a difference of two games.

  Lingxun won 12 games and lost 3 games, advancing with a sixth-place finish in the group.

  Although this achievement is ordinary, compared to Ling Sen's cultivation, it's a bit dazzling. The only pity is that Ling Sen is already 21 years old, and his cultivation speed has always been his weakness, restricting him from entering the ranks of top geniuses... The sun has set, news of the battle should arrive soon."

  In the Tianyun Country's Seventh Xuanwu Prefecture, the Transmission Array had already been activated, and the thirty-six True Origin Stones on the array disc shone with a dazzling light.

  At this time, several elders of the Seventh Xuanwu Prefecture, Ta Ke and other important disciples of the Seventh Xuanwu Prefecture, as well as several royal nobles of Tianyun Country gathered around the Sound Transmission Formation.

  Today is the day when the group stage comes to an end, and they are all waiting for the results of the battle.