Supernatural Insight Eyes

"This Luo Shang is very strong."

"I think that Zhang Yunke is not weak either, his strength cannot be underestimated."

"I heard these two seem to have a good relationship, both coming from Luohé City, known as the three young princes."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Zhang Yunke and Luo Shang both advanced to the seventh round, now showcasing their strength before the people of the Eastern Wilderness, truly attracting attention. Of course, compared to the sickly fellow, they are not quite there yet, but they do stir up some discussion, attracting some people’s focus.

Mu Xue’s performance naturally caught the eyes of numerous male martial artists. People are still quite curious to see how far Bai Muxue can go — will she stop at the seventh round, or continue to triumph all the way?

The match began, and Zhu Zhenzhen cheered on Bai Muxue from the side, catching the attention of many who turned their heads frequently. Such fierce women are exceedingly rare even in the ancestral land.

Watching Bai Muxue step onto the stage, Bai Lingtian wore a smile from afar — this was his daughter. To reach this point, as a father, Bai Lingtian felt deeply gratified.

He was also quite curious as to how far his daughter could go.

Bai Muxue’s progress was astonishing even to him; he couldn’t understand why Bai Muxue had grown increasingly diligent in her cultivation, never going out, always immersed in training. Facing some martial challenges, even he, as her father, found them difficult to explain, but Bai Muxue would seek answers anywhere to solve every confusing thought.

Bai Lingtian had no idea that the reason Bai Muxue was so committed was that she didn’t want to be left too far behind by that man.

Therefore, she practiced diligently, striving to keep up with that man’s steps.

As expected, Bai Muxue won, seizing the seventh round of the stage battle.

As the sky darkened, the eighth round of stage battles was postponed to the next day, allowing everyone time to rest and recover their strength.

The real highlight was tomorrow; whether the sickly man could continue to triumph unimpeded or face defeat earlier than expected sparked considerable debate.

There was also much discussion regarding Bai Muxue, with some dubbing her the Ice Snow Goddess, just like her name.

The night quietly slipped away, and a new day dawned.

After a night of rest, all the young martial artists restored their strength, meaning today’s stage battles wouldn’t be as simple or swift as yesterday’s.

The reason so many stage battles were conducted continuously yesterday was partly to eliminate more weaklings and partly due to the considerable exhaustion endured by martial artists themselves, allowing fights to conclude quickly; nobody wanted to waste their energy.

The number of participants had dwindled from several hundred to fewer than a hundred.

This was the battle for the top fifty!

Winning the eighth round of stage battles almost ensured a ranking within the top fifty.

Amidst everyone’s gaze, the eighth round of stage battles commenced.

At this point, the martial artists previously defeated had all become spectators gathered around the front of the stage, staring at the stage.

"Lieyan Holy Son’s opponent hasn’t conceded. Zzzt, someone finally didn’t directly concede, there’s interesting action ahead."

"Those who made it here are confident in their abilities, it’s normal not to concede."

"Look, not only on Lieyan Holy Son’s stage, but there’s also someone who hasn’t conceded on the Turquoise Pool Holy Maiden’s stage!"

"Exactly, right; if one lacks the courage to keep fighting, it’s impossible to reach the pinnacle of martial arts in their lifetime."

Just as people said, martial artists who reached this point were not weak; they had great confidence in their strength. Even facing prodigies like the Stone Demon King, they didn’t immediately concede or jump off the stage.

With matches on various stages beginning, various forces clashed spectacularly and intensely.

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In a region of the cosmos, thunder rumbled, and under broad daylight, heavenly tribulations continuously descended.

These tribulations were not the ones that descended for martial artists’ breakthroughs, but due to their sheer number, they appeared quite frightening.

However, the youth standing beneath the heavenly tribulations remained unfazed, completely disinterested in the tribulations overhead.

All his attention was absorbed by the pill cauldron in front of him.

After sending the latest battleship back to Dan Shen Sect, Ye Qiu reported his safety to everyone. Both Zhang Miao Shan and Jin Xiaoshun were quite concerned about Ye Qiu’s safety.

Di Nantian’s death had already reached everyone’s ears, and they speculated without delay that it might have been Ye Qiu’s doing.

As the timing matched perfectly, but afterwards, they had heard nothing from Ye Qiu, causing worry and fear that Ye Qiu might have been captured by the heavenly palace.

After exchanging a few words with everyone, Ye Qiu left the ancestral land with spiritual medicine, found a desolate universe, laid down a formation, and began alchemy.

This time, Ye Qiu was concocting the pills from the Poison Sutra.

He couldn’t forget the advanced poisoning techniques of the previous Poison Sutra master; he had been poisoned unnoticed.

At that time, Ye Qiu appeared calm but was indeed shocked inside. As an alchemist, being poisoned silently shocked him greatly.

Hence, after handing the battleship to everyone, he decided to fully understand the Poison Sutra.

Fearing attention if he practiced alchemy within Dan Shen Sect, Ye Qiu chose to perform alchemy amidst the cosmos.

Thus was the current scene.

As he continuously studied the Poison Sutra, his insight into alchemy expanded significantly, especially in techniques for concocting poison pills, which amazed even him.

Particularly, poisoning others with pills is a technical skill requiring careful study.

Thus, Ye Qiu devoted himself to researching the Poison Sutra in the cosmos and continuously concocting poison pills.

Having solid alchemist foundations made concocting poison pills much easier for Ye Qiu, as it required only the caution not to poison oneself during the process.

As Ye Qiu’s understanding of the Poison Sutra deepened, the number of poison pills he held increased massively, rapidly elevating his expertise in this area.

Meanwhile, on the ancestral land, including many young martial artists, the top fifty rankings had emerged on the stage.

Luo Shang, Zhang Yunke, and Song Qinglong all entered the top fifty.

Bai Muxue was no exception.

However, in the following stage battles, they didn’t have such luck and began getting eliminated.

The first to be eliminated was Song Qinglong, followed closely by Zhang Yunke, with Luo Shang being the last, and even Bai Muxue wasn’t exempt.

Getting into the top twenty-five was exceedingly difficult, owing to the myriad of strong individuals.

The sickly man continued his rampant triumph, undefeated against any opponent, nearly eliminating deities, monks, and buddhas alike, becoming the strongest contender, favored by many for winning first place.

A match between twenty-five and twelve!

The sickly man won again.

A match between twelve and six!

The sickly man prevailed again, prompting even large sects to no longer dare ignore the strongest dark horse because, along the way, the sickly man successively eliminated Xiaoyao Holy Son and Lieyan Holy Son.

The final bid for the first position was imminent, with everyone eagerly watching.