Asura Mad Emperor

At this moment, Ye He was beginning to feel uneasy. The youngster was just too composed, with an air of calm about him, seemingly unafraid.

Furthermore, he noticed that Chi Shan, standing beside Qinchuan, was equally unbothered and looking as if he were watching from the sidelines of a fishing platform, not at all concerned with whatever Qinchuan did.

He couldn't figure out where Qinchuan got such confidence from, to not even show any fear in the face of the encirclement by the Nine Great Clans, and even seemed to not take them seriously at all.

What he found even more inexplicable was why Chi Shan would trust this youngster so much, to entrust him with such authority.

"Could it be that the ancestors of the Burning Heaven Sect are still alive? Are they putting on a play, trying to lure us into a trap?"

Ye He's eyes narrowed slightly as this suspicion arose within him.

"If the ancestors of the Burning Heaven Sect are still around, then our rash advance..."

Ye He shook his head, thinking of the profound strength of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country and their envoy.

He dismissed these distracting thoughts from his mind.

"Even if the ancestors of the Burning Heaven Sect aren't dead, they surely won't be a match for that person."

"In the presence of absolute power, all schemes are futile!"

As he was engrossed in these thoughts, Qinchuan's voice suddenly interrupted his contemplation. Qin Changsheng yawned and said indifferently to Chi Shan, "It's about time everyone has arrived, and it seems unlikely that more will come. Let's begin the competition."

Chi Shan understood his cue and immediately stepped up to the high platform, declaring the start of the disciples' trials."

A stir went through the crowd below, and many disciples were filled with surging emotions.

This battle's reward for the first place had already far exceeded everyone's initial imagination; it had changed from a single Fusang fruit, a rarity of its grade, to ten of them.

Moreover, this battle was also a fight for the honor of the Burning Heaven Sect; they had to win.

With a loud shout from Chi Shan, the high platform transformed into a martial arts arena, and right in front of the arena, a huge Spirit Ranking was hung prominently.

This competition was originally just a trial between the disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect, but with the arrival of the Nine Great Clans today, it had turned into a contest among ten clans.

Now, when everyone looked at the roster, they noticed that the originally one-hundred-name Points Ranking now had one hundred and nine people on it, but from the one hundred and first name onward, the numbers after these names were all zero, indicating no points whatsoever—these were the disciples from the Nine Great Clans.

Each of these Nine Great Clans had sent only one disciple to compete.

Qinchuan understood that these individuals were just the vanguard, their purpose being to wear down the physical strength of the elite disciples and elders of the Burning Heaven Sect.

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In the eyes of these challengers, the elite disciples of the hundred ranking were nothing more than appetizers. Their main targets were members of the Elders Council, so there was no need to send too many participants for this disciple trial.

As soon as the challenge was announced to begin.

A figure flew out from amidst the Heavenly Sword Sect, soaring into the air and landing on the martial arts platform.

"Since the competition has started, let this young master take the lead."

This person, named Ning Pan, had reached the late stage of the Myriad Manifestation Realm. Standing on the martial arts platform, he looked down upon all with disdain in his eyes, as if everyone else was no more than chickens and dogs to him.

Pointing to the tenth-ranked disciple called Li Fan on the ranking, he spoke.

"Since I have ten opportunities to challenge, this young master shall start with the tenth place."

The named disciple, Li Fan, also flew up to the martial arts platform at this time, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he spoke indifferently, "To reach the late stage of the Myriad Manifestation Realm at such a young age is indeed something to be proud of, but this does not give you the right to be arrogant."

Li Fan was also at the end stage of the Myriad Manifestation Realm, but he appeared to be much older than Ning Pan and would certainly be stronger in the aspect of Soul and Dao Heart. He was confident that he could suppress Ning Pan.

"There's no need for unnecessary words. You're just the first, and there are nine more after you. Make your move!"

Impatience flashed across Ning Pan's face.

"You—"

Li Fan hadn't expected this person to be so insolent, not giving him the slightest regard.

Many disciples below the stage were also filled with righteous indignation, shouting out one after another, "Brother Li Fan, drive him off!"

"Let him know the might of our Fiery Sky Lineage!"

"Kill him!"

Li Fan let out an angry shout and unleashed a Sword Technique Divine Ability. In his fury, the blade moved like thunder, sharp and domineering, imbued with the unstoppable might of the Nine Yang True Intent, slashing towards Ning Pan's head.

"Hmph, trifling skills, not worth mentioning!"

Ning Pan was neither hurried nor flustered as he took out a pitch-black wooden stick from his bosom. The whole stick was crooked and ugly, even worse than a firewood stick picked up from the streets of the Mortal World.

"Hmph, trifling skills, not worth mentioning!"

"Hahahaha, what kind of weapon is that?"

"Did this brat just pick up some firewood stick from the roadside to compete with?"

The crowd burst into laughter, not expecting Ning Pan to produce such a weapon.

A disciple who was on good terms with Li Fan laughed and said, "Brother Li Fan's weapon is a King's War Armament, yet he dares to use a broken stick to challenge our sect's top ten so shamelessly!"

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than there was a "smack" from the martial arts arena. Ning Pan lightly flicked his stick at Li Fan's weapon.

Then they saw Li Fan's weapon snap in half instantly.

"What!"

Li Fan was stunned and stared with wide eyes at the half remaining of his Goose Feather Blade in his hand. It was forged from millennium cold iron and was a King's War Armament capable of slicing through gold and jade, invincible in battle.

Now it had been broken by a mere stick?

While he was still in shock, Ning Pan swung his firewood stick once more, landing a solid blow on Li Fan's waist. He suddenly felt an immense force hit him, like overwhelming waves, unceasing and relentless. Then, he was sent flying out of the martial arts arena.

From the moment the two engaged to Li Fan being knocked off the platform, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

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"How could this happen?"

"Just one move, and Brother Li Fan was defeated in just one move!"

The disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect were all deeply moved, and a question arose in their hearts: "What on earth is his stick that it's so powerful?"

Not only were many disciples murmuring among themselves, but the members of the Elders Council on the stage were also puzzled.

Ning Pan had sent Li Fan flying off the martial arts platform with a single strike, and the number next to his name on the points ranking changed to two hundred and forty.

Li Fan was originally ranked tenth with four hundred and eighty points, but after being defeated by Ning Pan, half of his points went to Ning Pan. Now both of them had two hundred and forty points, tied for fiftieth place.

"To deal with a piece of trash like you, this young master still has the capital to be arrogant!"

Ning Pan had sent Li Fan flying with a whip of his stick, looking down on him with supreme arrogance, completely dismissive as he threw Li Fan's earlier words back at him.

He then glanced around at everyone and pointed with his long stick, arrogantly saying, "You're all welcome to challenge this young master, and if I lose, all of my points will go to you."

The many disciples below the platform felt a raging fire burning in their hearts; if glares could kill, Ning Pan would have already died a hundred times over.

Some even itched to jump onto the martial arts platform and punch him in the face.

But the thought that even Brother Li Fan from Myriad Manifestation Realm was not his match made them realize that a rash challenge would only lead to public humiliation. Deep down, they felt both anger and frustration.

Just as Ning Pan's voice fell, suddenly an angry shout came, "Presumptuous youth, stop your arrogance."

The voice sounded like a thunderclap on a sunny day, echoing through the clear sky, causing everyone's ears to buzz. They then saw a figure landing on the martial arts platform.