An icy voice, like the death god's verdict, the evil blade cut down mercilessly.

  Blood spurted out, dyeing the sky red, a huge skull was fiercely thrown into the air.

  Wu Zheng's body hadn't died yet for a moment, and continued to retreat backwards.

  He retreated all the way to the edge of the stage, and with a thud, he rolled off the platform, his head finally falling from mid-air.

  The battle is over!

  The room suddenly fell silent, with no one speaking up, only heavy breathing sounds.

  Cross-level challenge!

  The legendary thing happened right in front of them.

  Whether it was a martial arts competition or a true energy comparison, as well as the use of divine power, Liu Wuxie almost crushed Zhen Dan San Chong.

  "This is infuriating!"

  Ye Feng swung his fist fiercely and even Wu Zheng was defeated by him. Was there really no one who could kill him?

  The Qingyong Empire region, everyone's face revealed a strong killing intent. More than thirty Tianjiao came, and fifteen people stood on the spot, eliminating nine people, leaving six people with the opportunity to enter the top three hundred.

  "Xiao Shixiong, this little brat is too detestable, he actually killed several of our Qingyuan Empire's good men in a row."

  Everyone's eyes were on Xiao Wenlei, who was the number one master of the Qingyuan Empire.

  "He won't live long!"

  Xiao Wenlei spoke out four words, representing the anger in his heart at this moment. He would think of all ways to stop Liu Wuxie from entering the cultivation world.

  Others stopped talking, Xiao Wenlei made his move, Liu Wuxie was doomed to die.

  From the ring, he walked back to his own area and continued to meditate in stillness.

  Turn a deaf ear to surrounding gossip.

  Enter one's own world, Tai Huang Tian Jue rotates, the surrounding spiritual energy is constantly being absorbed.

  After two battles, the border has stabilized somewhat.

  In just seven days, two boundaries were broken through in a row. The foundation is a bit unstable. Through battle, to hone and refine one's skills, is undoubtedly the best way.

  The battle is still going on and more people are getting injured.

  At its worst, ten arenas suffered collective severe injuries, completely losing their qualifications for entering the cultivation world.

  The scene was gruesome beyond endurance, with everyone fighting for their lives.

  The battle continued until sunset, then stopped for a night's rest and resumed the next day.

  As expected by Liu Wuxie, only 240 people advanced to the next round to compete for the top 100 qualification.

  This is a crucial round, and success means entering the cultivation world, while failure means bidding farewell to the path of immortality once and for all.

  Everyone is eagerly waiting for tomorrow's arrival.

  Tomorrow's carnage may be even more intense, with deaths continuing to mount.

  "No evil intentions, tomorrow's battle you must grasp firmly, as long as you don't draw the true Dan fourth heavy, safely enter the cultivation realm."

  Fan Zhen sat beside Liu Wu Xie and said in a low voice.

  First get the qualification to enter the cultivation world, and then talk about ranking, which is secondary.

  Being ranked first and being ranked one hundredth are almost the same thing.

  "It's not going to be that easy!"

  Liu Wuxie is now considering not whether he can enter the top 100, but how to kill Wu Zheng and make Qingyong Empire never give up.

  "You're worried that people from the Qingyong Empire will secretly deal with you!"

  Fan Zhen's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he would absolutely not stop after killing so many people in the Qingyong Empire.

  "You'll know tomorrow!"

  Liu Wuxie didn't say much more and closed his eyes after finishing speaking, continuing his cultivation.

  Fan Zhen got up and left, so as not to disturb Liu Wuxie's rest too much, to recharge his energy and prepare for the battle of tomorrow.

  The next morning!

  The crowd woke up from their cultivation, and the 240 people who had advanced were extremely excited.

  They have been waiting for this day for too long, and everyone's face is filled with pre-battle tension.

  "Same as yesterday, lottery mode, come and draw lots!"

  The box was already prepared last night, Jiang Kaicheng's gaze swept around in a circle and said coldly.

  In less than a short while, everyone had received their own number, and Liu Wuxie was no exception.

  "Number Eight!"

  Liu Wuxie got No. 8 and will be on stage in the first round.

  Not rushing to the stage, but looking for an opponent, with the character of Qingyong Empire's revenge, would he secretly make a fake move and send a master to target himself, preventing him from entering the cultivation world.

  Avoiding the exchange of blows with Qingyong Empire in secret, until after the eighth opponent took the stage, Liu Wuxie jumped up.

  Firmly landed on the stage, opposite Liu Wuxie, stood a young man, not very old, only in his early twenties, with a single layer of true elixir.

  At the moment he saw Liu Wuxie, the young man revealed a hint of bitter smile.

  Lian Wu Zheng and others all died at Liu Wuxie's hands. He was only a minor True Dan cultivator, and not even a match for Liu Wuxie.

  "Yú Wú Xié, I am Mò Yǒng Fēng, the eldest prince of Nán Jīn Guó. As long as you are willing to give up this position, I can establish you as the next crown prince and let you enjoy all the glory and wealth."

  Mo Yongfeng set out his conditions before making a move.

  He was very clear in his mind that relying on force was not a match for Liu Wuxie at all, and he came up with an offer that no one could refuse.

  Using the head of a country as an exchange for this quota is indeed a good tactic.

  "Is this Southern Jin prince crazy? He's actually willing to relinquish the throne to someone else."

  The crowd burst into laughter. Liu Wuxie was a person from the Great Yan State, and he went to become the ruler of the Nanjin State. This is also too unbelievable.

  In order to enter the Cultivation Realm, Mo Yongfeng had no choice but to give up his life.

  The glamour of the secular world is ultimately fleeting, only in the realm of cultivation can one find the path to eternal life.

  "I refuse!"

  The only response to Mo Yongfeng was three cold words.

  Not to mention a king of a country, even if the entire secular world was given to Liu Wuxie, he would not agree. His goal is not just the cultivation world, but also the Lingyun Immortal Realm.

  "Liu Wuxie, have you ever thought that even if you defeat me and obtain the key to the Cultivation Realm, do you think the people of the Qingyuan Dynasty will let you off? They will definitely try to kill you in the next competition. Why not help me, and we can both win?"

  Mo Yongfeng's words were quite straightforward.

  Even if you defeat me, it's still hard to escape the pursuit of the Qingyuan Empire. Why not take a step back and be a worldly king? What's there to lose?

  It not only saved Mo Yongfeng but also preserved Liu Wuxie's life, a true two-for-one deal.

  No wonder Mo Yongfeng had a look of certainty on his face, he had already thought of an excuse.

  No matter who the opponent is today, Mo Yongfeng will say this condition.

  "That's my business, none of your concern!"

  The evil blade appears in the palm of his hand. He is unwilling to entangle with Mo Yongfeng any further. If he wants to fight, then let's fight. He doesn't bother with idle chatter.

  This answer made Mo Yongfeng very angry, but he couldn't help it. He was simply no match for Liu Wuxie.

  "Liú Wú Xié, you'd better think carefully about it. Nán Jīn Guó is famous for its beautiful women. If you become the emperor, all the beauties in the world will be yours to choose from."

  Mo Yongfeng gritted his teeth and said such a lowly thing, and a wave of disdainful voices came from all directions.

  Nanjin is a medium-sized country, but it's several times stronger than the Great Yan Empire. To be willing to give up being the ruler of a nation, you can imagine how much courage Mo Yongfeng has mustered.

  It's actually not like that!

  Everyone is a clever person. If he enters the cultivation world smoothly, it won't take a few years for him to achieve success in his cultivation and return to Nanjin Country. The throne of the monarch will still fall into the hands of the Mo family.

  No wonder those people around him sneered one after another. Mo Yongfeng's despicable trick was almost enough to deceive a three-year-old child.

  The conditions sound very tempting, but without absolute military power, even if you get the throne of Jun Huang, what can you do? In the end, it's still for others to make a wedding dress.

  These words Liu Wuxie would never say out loud, nor would he deign to explain, and even more so, he wouldn't bother to expose Mo Yongfeng's low-level tactics.

  "Are you done talking nonsense?!" Liu Wuxie's face was gloomy and terrifying: "Finish speaking and get out of here!"

  Sheathed the evil blade, a palm patted down, rolling up a layer of strong wind. Mo Yongfeng couldn't withstand it and was directly swept away, heavily falling under the arena.

  First promotion!

  The envoys of the top ten sects looked at Liu Wuxie with eager eyes, wanting to win him over in advance.

  "Kid, you're pretty good! Join our Golden Sun Temple!"

  Jiang Kaicheng was closest to Liu Wuxie and directly extended an olive branch, inviting Liu Wuxie to join the Jinyang Temple.

  The top ten sects are strong and weak, but in fact they are not much different. The top layer does not die, and no one can shake it.

  Even if many of the lower-ranking disciples die, the crisis will not reach the foundation of the sect.

  Everyone on the side of the Qingyuan Empire changed their faces, and Liu Wuxie only agreed to Jiang Kaicheng, representing that he is now a disciple of the Jinyang Temple. At this time, taking action to kill Liu Wuxie would be equivalent to being an enemy of the Jinyang Temple.

  "Thank you for your kindness, I still need to consider it!"

  Liu Wu Xie clasped his fists together in gratitude and said that he still needed to carefully consider which sect to choose, not wanting to blindly agree.

  This response was unexpected by everyone, as they all thought that Liu Wuxie would directly agree. After all, people from the several major empires would think of every possible way to kill him.

  Beside the magnificent Golden Sun Temple, among these people present, who dares to move him.

  Jiang Kaicheng was taken aback, clearly not expecting Liu Wuxie to refuse so bluntly, and mistakenly thought that Liu Wuxie looked down on the Golden Sun Temple for being ranked at the bottom.

  "Liú Wú Xié, how dare you refuse my invitation!"

  In front of everyone, Jiang Kaicheng felt his face was lost and his complexion turned gloomy.

  Liu Wuxie suddenly stopped in his tracks, a look of astonishment on his face. He had only said "consider it" and the other party had already become hostile towards him. The cultivation world was indeed ruthless.

  "Jiang Kaicheng, the competition for the second place has not ended yet. You're inviting me so early, aren't you being a bit too hasty? Or are you worried that your Jinyang Temple won't be able to recruit good talents?"

  A faint mocking voice, from far to near, a fat man, holding a chicken leg, swaggered over this way.

  Liu Wuxie's mouth corner revealed a hint of smile, it seemed like he had been dealing with the fatty for half a year.

  Songling is a little fatty, joined the Imperial Academy met Li Shengsheng also a little fatty, even Tianbao Sect's messenger, is also a big fatty.

  "Fan Lin, what did you say?!"

  Jiang Kaicheng was poked in the sore spot and let out a stern shout. Fan Lin was right, every time they selected disciples, Jinyang Temple would choose fewer disciples due to their ranking.

  The good seedlings have all been taken away by the several sects in front.

  "What I said wasn't clear enough? He made it very clear that we need to consider this, and you're actually threatening him. How contemptible."

  Fan Lin puffed out his chest, walked up to Liu Wu Xie, gave him a look of admiration, and put on a familiar air, leaving Liu Wu Xie bewildered.

  Ten envoys, he didn't know any of them, why did Fan Lin suddenly stand up and speak for him, it was really hard to understand.

  Others remained unmoved, but Fan Lin stood up and spoke on behalf of Liu Wuxie.

  "Willow Woosea, I remember you, hope you can make it to the end!"

  Jiang Kaicheng left a ruthless remark, making Fan Lin somewhat apprehensive. Could it be that this big fatty's strength was not ordinary?