Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation

Cultivators making it to the ninth round naturally rank among the elite of the Profound Immortals.

Yet in Ding Huan's eyes, his opponents should be Da Yi Immortals; he really didn't consider Profound Immortal cultivators a match.

Similarly, in about twenty moves, He Qi was forced out of the arena by a single strike from Ding Huan.

The moment He Qi was forced out of the arena, his heart was like a stormy sea.

When Ding Huan stepped up, he knew he was no match, and now he realized the wide gap between himself and Ding Huan.

Despite clashing with Ding Huan for nineteen moves, the real effort from his opponent came only with the last strike that pushed him off the stage.

No, maybe in his eyes that was an effortful strike, but in his opponent's eyes, it was just a casual move.

Such was the case for him, and so it was for everyone else; none could force out their opponent's true strength.

Strong, this was absurdly strong.

"Brother He, are you alright?" A disciple of Xianwu Palace hurriedly came over to support He Qi.

If at the beginning of the match, He Qi had been knocked out of the arena by a disciple from Da Fan Immortal Sect, it would have been unthinkable at Xianwu Palace.

Now, everyone thought it was normal.

He Qi laughed, "What could be wrong with me? It's just that Senior Brother Lao Liu is too strong, I'm no match.

His last strike's domain nearly suppressed my entire domain, I had no choice but to step down from the arena."

This time, everyone understood what he meant by his words; was this not frustration from losing, but rather pride?

Look, those who compete against Lao Liu, how many aren't kicked out by his foot?

Kicked in the face, the chest, the back, and the butt...

He Qi knew he was no match, and he jumped off the arena himself.

What does that show? It shows that he could break free from the opponent's domain restraint. Although he admits he's less than Lao Liu, he's still stronger than others.

When Ding Huan heard 'Number 3211' had won, he glanced at his own Battle Number Plate.

The display on the Battle Number Plate showed a score of ninety.

Below the score, it indicated the knockout phase had ended, and he was waiting for the arena match to start.

Ding Huan was quite satisfied; he was not in a hurry for the arena competition.

After the match ended, Qian Lou returned to the Battle Array.

He swept Ding Huan a few times with his Divine Will, but Ding Huan was unremarkable. Not only Ding Huan, but nearly a hundred people won all nine rounds of the Battle.

As for Dan fighting, Battle Artifact, and Battle Talisman Areas, Qian Lou wasn't concerned at all.

There was still time until the second round of Battle Array, so Ding Huan headed to the Battle Talisman Area. According to the time, his first round match was about to start.

As expected, after waiting less than two hours in the area, his Battle Talisman Number Plate started flashing.

"Da Fan Immortal Sect's Lao Liu, proceed to Arena Number 20 within ten breaths for the match."

Ding Huan's Battle Talisman Number was 21850, and his opponent was 21849.

Almost simultaneously, Ding Huan and his opponent landed on the stage, and the task appeared on the stage: "Refine a Second Level Immortal Talisman and activate it simultaneously."

Both knew this was determined through Array to see whose score was higher.

In this talisman refining contest, besides refining speed, materials and effects also mattered.

And the materials for talisman refining were not provided by the stage. Whoever participated in the bout must bring their own materials.

If your talisman refining skills are better than your opponent's, but your materials are inferior leading to an inferior talisman, then tough luck, you still lose.

Ding Huan swiftly took out materials and refined a Second Level Ice Arrow Talisman, simultaneously firing it off.

A cloud of ice mist burst in the air, and immediately in the Void, a number appeared: ninety-nine.

Ding Huan's opponent, stunned by this score, wondered how to continue; he hadn't even completed purifying his materials, and his opponent had already scored?

Knowing undoubtedly he would lose, the cultivator still scrambled to refine a Second Level Immortal Fire Talisman.

Upon the talisman's activation, a number appeared again in the Void: forty-two.

Evidently, he was affected by the speed at which Ding Huan could refine a Second Level Immortal Talisman.

A voice from the arena announced: "Number 21850 wins."

Watching his opponent leave, Ding Huan felt he should not refine talismans so quickly next time; he needed to slow down a bit.

Also, the full score was one hundred, right? Where did he lose one point? He didn't feel anything amiss while he was refining his talisman.

Regardless, the first round of the talisman competition ended.

The second round would probably involve a long wait; he could only head back to the Battle Zone.

The second round of Battle Array had not started yet, so he was not in a hurry.

Qian Lou, perhaps feeling it was pointless to stay in the Battle Array Area, decided to leave.

Ding Huan was sure this fellow was only temporarily leaving; he simply returned to his residence to continue refining talismans.

Just a day passed, and the second round of Battle Array hadn't started yet, but the arena matches for the Battle had begun.

Ding Huan had to stop refining talismans and return to the Battle competition.

The arena match was timed, lasting only one day.

As soon as Ding Huan returned, countless Divine Wills fell on him.

Nearly forty thousand people had participated in the Battle knockout round; naturally, each of the remaining hundred was extraordinary.

Ding Huan glanced at the Array Formation ranking board in the distance; Da Fan Immortal Sect hadn't even made it into the top hundred. As for the exact position they currently held, Ding Huan couldn't be bothered to check.

At the moment, the extra competition stages had been dismantled, leaving only ten stages remaining.

Ding Huan's eyes quickly scanned to the Han Qiongsang that Yan Sha had mentioned, dressed in the attire of the Lingyao Immortal Sect.

If it weren't for the identity plate hanging at his waist, Ding Huan might not have been able to tell that this was Han Qiongsang.

Besides Han Qiongsang, there were another man and woman wearing Lingyao Immortal Sect garb.

Ding Huan couldn't help but feel that the Eight-star Immortal Sect truly was formidable.

During the elimination rounds, an Immortal Sect could only have three participants, and all three from Lingyao Immortal Sect had made it past the nine rounds to the competition stage.

Ding Huan knew that Immortal Sects with more than Seven Stars had the option of opting out of two elimination rounds and advancing directly to the competition stage.

The fact that three members of the Lingyao Immortal Sect participated in the Xianwu Palace competition proved that Lingyao Immortal Sect had not opted out of the eliminatory rounds for the competition.

No wonder, with such strong capabilities, if Lingyao Immortal Sect had opted out of the combat competitions, only two of their members would have advanced to this stage, but now, there were three.

The Arena Restriction flickered, and then, giant words appeared on the Array Formation Display: "Competition stage begins, Immortal Sects of Seven Stars and above, each sect sends one person to defend the stage."

Ten figures dashed onto the stage.

Almost instantaneously, Ding Huan charged onto stage number four.

He wasn't willing to waste time. With only one day available, the more opponents he defeated, the higher his score would be.

Seeing how quickly Ding Huan advanced to stage number four, everyone's gaze shifted to him.

The defenders on this competition stage were all cultivators from Immortal Sects of Seven Stars and above—there were no weaklings.

At this time, most people preferred to observe the strengths of others and then choose an opponent they could challenge.

Otherwise, if they failed the challenge, they would lose points.

Someone like Ding Huan, who followed the defender up onto the stage as soon as they arrived, was simply an anomaly.

However, no one underestimated Ding Huan. Having made it through the nine preliminary rounds of the elimination stage, how could he be simple?

"Commendable courage, Da Fan Immortal Sect, huh, not bad. Remember, my name is Liang Chuanjin." Upon seeing Ding Huan ascend, the male cultivator from Lingyao Immortal Sect couldn't help but chuckle.

Naturally, Ding Huan chose to confront Lingyao Immortal Sect, as he had promised Yan Sha he would seek revenge.

As long as he crushed the other competing disciples from Lingyao Immortal Sect, Han Qiongsang would definitely come looking for a fight.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ding Huan struck with his sword.

As for his Reincarnation Spear, he had no intention of summoning it at all.

"Brave," Liang Chuanjin laughed at Ding Huan's arrogance and spread his hands, only to have an enormous Octagonal Qiankun Hammer smash toward Ding Huan.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's Sword Energy was shattered, and he was sent flying back.

Given Ding Huan's nature, now was the time to score quickly, which ideally meant quickly resolving battles.

However, Ding Huan worried that if he appeared too formidable, Han Qiongsang would not dare to come forward.

Thus, Ding Huan could only continually dodge Liang Chuanjin's Octagonal Qiankun Hammer, making it appear as though he lacked the Immortal Essence to counter directly with strength.

At first, Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer left a traceable trajectory, but towards the end, the entire stage was engulfed by its shadows.

The violent Dao Rhythm clashed against the Protecting Array—exploding with a booming sound upon impact.

The cultivators watching from below were terrified. The widespread shadows of the Qiankun Hammer almost obscured the entire space, leaving Liang Chuanjin's opponent with no place to dodge.

This pervasive Qiankun Hammer Dao Rhythm, once touched, could be lethal.

Yet, no matter how wildly the Qiankun Hammer shadows thrashed or how rampant the Dao Rhythm was, they couldn't locate Ding Huan.

Liang Chuanjin initially had not taken Ding Huan seriously, but the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.

He wasn't a fool—Ding Huan's dodging was even more challenging than taking a direct hit.

At that moment, Ding Huan struck with his sword once more.

Liang Chuanjin clearly sensed Ding Huan's long sword yet was unable to dodge.

"Thud!" A burst of blood erupted, and Liang Chuanjin felt a chill on one of his arms.

He was horrified—clearly, his arm had been severed by the opponent.

Before he could grab his severed arm, he felt an icy chill on his back.

While Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer Divine Skill continued to ravage the space of the stage, it seemed he had the upper hand.

Only Liang Chuanjin knew that his hammer shadow could not pinpoint the opponent's location, and he was now facing a deadly threat—a threat he could only evade by force.

Snap! Liang Chuanjin saw his own severed arm had not yet hit the ground when it was obliterated into a blood mist by his own hammer shadow's Dao Rhythm.

A fierce force struck his back, sending him flying before he crashed heavily onto the ground.

Liang Chuanjin lay motionless on the ground, his backbones completely shattered.

"Contestant 3211 wins."

The pleasant voice echoed in Ding Huan's ears, and as he was basking in satisfaction, he saw a woman rushing up.

This woman didn't speak a word; as soon as she climbed onto the stage, her Illusion Sea Thorns Whip smashed toward Ding Huan.

Ding Huan scoffed internally. Indeed, another from Lingyao Immortal Sect. It seemed that if he could just dispatch this woman, Han Qiongsang would be next.

This time, Ding Huan's long sword transformed into a sword screen, intertwining with the woman's Illusion Sea Thorns Whip shadows, and quickly the sword screen was engulfed by the shadows of the thorn whip.

The cultivators watching from outside the stage hadn't yet recovered from Ding Huan's victory over Liang Chuanjin when they were treated to an even more exciting battle.

"Feng Ling senior sister is sure to win, look how her Illusion Sea Thorns Whip has trapped that damn Lao Liu."

"Not necessarily, didn't the same Lao Liu also get trapped by Senior Brother Liang's Qiankun Hammer?"