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

Seeing Chu Fengling's Illusion Sea Thorns Whip completely immobilize Ding Huan, Liang Chuanjin felt a chill in his heart, knowing that the man was merely playing the fool.

He knew that the disciples of Da Fan Immortal Sect on this stage were far stronger than him and even more so than junior sister Chu Fengling.

But what could he say now, to ask junior sister Fengling to admit defeat?

Liang Chuanjin opened his mouth, forcefully swallowing his thoughts.

A different idea began to rise in his heart.

He had lost an arm, and if Chu Fengling also lost an arm, it might not be such a bad thing. If only he was the one who had lost an arm, would he still have a place in the Ling Yao Immortal Pavillion?

His spine was completely broken; he couldn't even sit up.

Just as Liang Chuanjin thought of this, he saw a figure flying down from the sky, landing directly on him.

Intense pain followed.

"Fengling junior sister..." Liang Chuanjin just called out once and then stopped speaking,

Chu Fengling's arm was broken just like his, only it was her right arm while his was the left.

From the way Chu Fengling lay on the ground unable to get up, he knew her tendons and bones were also broken.

"You knew he was strong..." Chu Fengling coldly stared at Liang Chuanjin. She had been suspicious when he hadn't said a word as she approached the stage.

"When I called you, you were already on the stage," Liang Chuanjin hurriedly explained, determined not to let Chu Fengling think he wanted to see her arm broken too.

Just as Ding Huan heard the announcement of victory for contestant 3211, he saw a man charging up.

"Brother Han you're no match for him..." Lying on the ground, Chu Fengling frantically tried to get Han Qiongsang to step down.

To not hurt Han Qiongsang's pride, she used a transmission spell.

She now very clearly understood that Ding Huan's strength was no less than that of a Da Yi Immortal. Such a person was beyond their capabilities to confront.

In the Great Immortal Domain, she had never seen anyone who could fight across such a vast disparity in realms.

Even Zuo Liang, senior brother from Jiukun Immortal Sect, couldn't confront a Da Yi Immortal.

"It's Han Qiongsang who has come," someone recognized the man rushing to the stage.

"How long do you think Lao Liu from Da Fan Immortal Sect can last?"

"Why couldn't it be Han Qiongsang who loses? Lao Liu is definitely a strong contender among the Profound Immortals."

"Do you know what being in the top ten Profound Immortals of the Immortal Domain means?"

"Everyone knows, wasn't Yu Sancheng one of them?"

"Hehe, can the top three be the same as the last one?"

...

Han Qiongsang coldly stared at Ding Huan, his eyes full of scorn:

"Just Da Fan Immortal Sect being audacious. You must be seeking revenge for Yan Sha, right? Haha, Yan Sha's senior brother? Ridiculous."

Ding Huan flicked his long saber and suddenly asked, "Did Yan Sha have a feud with you before?"

"No, I'm just pleased, what about it?"

Right after Han Qiongsang finished speaking, Ding Huan's long saber swept over.

Immediately, an icy chill enveloped the space around him.

Han Qiongsang and Yu Sancheng were both among the top ten Profound Immortals, but even within the top ten, there were tiers.

Naturally, the first tier was Zuo Liang, peerless.

The second tier included Han Qiongsang and Yue Linxin, and the third tier included people like Yu Sancheng.

As Ding Huan swung his saber, he immediately realized he had underestimated Ding Huan's true strength.

The chill was all killing intent, with no extension of Divine Will, relying solely on killing intent to bring about a bone-chilling cold.

He was a formidable opponent.

Han Qiongsang extended his hand to execute Void Dual Slash, a pair of nearly invisible blade lights rapidly spreading from his hands.

Normally, the domains of opponents of the same level would gradually be torn apart by the killing force of his Void Blade Light.

He quickly felt something was amiss; the void killing light invoked by his Void Dual Slash, when it collided with the opponent's Sword Force, couldn't infiltrate even slightly.

The oppressive aura made it difficult for him to breathe.

The opponent was not just strong; he was outrageously strong.

He felt as if he had no ability to fight back in front of the other, how could this possibly be a Profound Immortal?

"Stop..." fear appeared in Han Qiongsang's eyes.

He now knew more than anyone that Ding Huan hadn't exerted his full strength when he was dealing with Liang Chuanjin and Chu Fengling.

Chu Fengling was right; he was no match for Lao Liu.

He was just waiting for his death.

He really wanted to beg for mercy, but under the overwhelming suppression of Ding Huan's Sword Force, he couldn't even speak.

In that moment, he had only one desire, hoping that the opponent only wanted to sever one of his arms, not to kill him.

To be honest, he regretted his actions.

Whether Yan Sha's arm was chopped off or not had absolutely no impact on him. Yan Sha had clearly said his senior brother was very strong...

But in the next moment, Han Qiongsang felt even more terror; he clearly saw Ding Huan's saber plunge into his forehead, and instantly, a terrifying tearing force exploded in his brain.

Han Qiongsang's Primordial Spirit clearly saw his brain burst into a mist of blood, then his Primordial Spirit was swept by a surge of Sword Energy, dissipating into nothingness.

"Contestant 3211 wins."

The voice from the stage announced, and Ding Huan, without any hesitation, grabbed Han Qiongsang's ring and then kicked Han Qiongsang off the stage.

According to the rules of the tournament, he was allowed to take Han Qiongsang's ring after killing him, but he was not allowed to cremate Han Qiongsang with fire.

The fourth platform went quiet.

At the Eight-star Immortal Sect's Lingyao Immortal Pavilion's Fighting competition, their forces were completely wiped out; two core disciples lost their arms, and among them, the strongest, Han Qiongsang, faced a gruesome death with both his Divine Soul and spirit extinguished.

Ding Huan waited for quite some time, about a dozen breaths, and still no one came up to challenge him.

What a joke, this Lao Liu easily took down Han Qiongsang; who would dare to challenge him now?

Previously, Ding Huan represented Da Fan Immortal Sect in competitions and was always a gentleman, never seriously injuring his opponents.

This time, not only did Ding Huan severely injure two competitors, but he also killed one. Clearly, his not killing people before did not mean he was incapable of it.

From a distance, in the stands, Yan Sha, whose injuries had slightly healed, clenched his fists.

He was deeply grateful to Ding Huan; with this revenge taken, he felt a great relief in his heart.

So what if they were core disciples of the Eight-star Immortal Sect? They were still killed, weren't they?

Now he could return to his Immortal Sect base and rest in peace.

Ming Mu was also shocked by Ding Huan's behavior. To tell the truth, since Ming Mu had known Ding Huan, he had always been gentle.

Not only in his speech and actions but he was also generally very kind.

Previous duels also showed that Ding Huan was not a ruthless person, as he was one of the few contestants who had managed to get through nine rounds of elimination without killing anyone.

But this time, Ming Mu saw Ding Huan's ruthless decisiveness.

Seeing that no one was coming up to challenge him on the stage, Ding Huan could only leap down from platform four and head towards platform seven.

His Divine Will had already sensed that on platform seven was a disciple from the Eight-star Immortal Sect, Smoke Moon Immortal Sect.

Participating in this kind of arena tournament, theoretically, the more opponents one defeats, the higher the score.

Ding Huan was different; he aimed not only to score high but also to sweep out all those from the Eight-star and Seven-star Immortal Sects.

The only ones that could compete with him for first place were those ten Immortal Sects with seven stars and above.

So, he couldn't let these Immortal Sects score high.

As long as he defeated all the contestants from these ten Seven-star and above Immortal Sects, he would essentially prevent these higher-starred Immortal Sects from obtaining high scores in the Fighting competition.

Standing on platform seven was Zhai Wangjian from Smoke Moon Immortal Sect.

Despite being on platform seven, he had seen how Ding Huan had continuously injured Lingyao Immortal Pavilion's Liang Chuanjin and Chu Fengling, and even killed Han Qiongsang, on platform four.

This was an extremely fierce individual.

He admitted to himself that he was no match for Han Qiongsang, and now with Ding Huan coming towards him, he could only grit his teeth and bow with fists clasped, saying, "Zhai Wangjian greets Lao Liu."

Ding Huan's face was expressionless, "Draw your sword; you only have one chance."

"Alright." Zhai Wangjian's long sword in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into countless sword stars enveloping the area.

Ding Huan didn't even move; his long saber cleaved through.

"Boom!" Zhai Wangjian's sword stars instantly dissipated, and he felt a sudden coolness at his brow.

Despair rose in his heart; it was over.

This was no competition at all; they were simply not on the same level.

Ding Huan now wanted a quick resolution and couldn't be bothered to put on an act; he didn't have time for that.

"I lost; thank you for sparing me." Sensing that Ding Huan's long saber had not come down, Zhai Wangjian hurriedly admitted defeat, then retreated a few steps.

Ding Huan indifferently said, "I suggest you better not challenge anymore; just rest with your hundred points.

Otherwise, if I encounter you next time, I will break one of your arms. And the time after that, it will be the same outcome as Han Qiongsang."

Zhai Wangjian dared not speak another word and directly leaped down from the platform.

He understood what Ding Huan meant; he was not to earn any more points for Smoke Moon Immortal Sect.

From a distance, in the stands, an elder of the Smoke Moon Immortal Sect saw that Zhai Wangjian was neither injured nor killed by Ding Huan, and he finally sighed in relief.

The incident where Ding Huan severely injured two powerful members of the Lingyao Immortal Pavilion and killed Han Qiongsang had been witnessed by many.

Now, Ding Huan was seen as an extremely dangerous individual.

Ding Huan didn't mind at all; he continued to rush to platform one to challenge another opponent.

He knew that given his displayed arrogance and dominance, waiting for people to challenge him was unlikely.

Now, he could only actively challenge others,

and his target was very clear: if there was an Eight-star Immortal Sect, he would challenge them; if not, then the Seven-star Immortal Sects.

Platform one had a disciple from a Seven-star Immortal Sect who, upon seeing Ding Huan approach, promptly conceded.

What a joke; Ding Huan was a ruthless person who had killed Han Qiongsang. Only a fool would clash head-on with Ding Huan.

After all, in this kind of arena competition, as long as one avoids Ding Huan, other platforms could be challenged.

Ding Huan also didn't care much; as long as his opponents conceded, his score on the badge would increase.

After coming down from platform one, Ding Huan once again rushed to platform eight.

Because there was a disciple from an Eight-star Immortal Sect there, and it was a female.

In the Great Immortal Domain, there were three Eight-star Immortal Sects.

Among them, Lingyao Immortal Pavilion had been crippled by Ding Huan and currently had no one participating in the Fighting competition.

The other two, Jiukun Immortal Sect and Smoke Moon Immortal Sect, each had two people who had passed through nine rounds of elimination to the stage competition.

Smoke Moon Immortal Sect's Zhai Wangjian had been defeated by Ding Huan and threatened, and now dared not come up on stage.

The only Eight-star Immortal Sect still active on the platform was Jiukun Immortal Sect, and the woman facing Ding Huan now was Mu Qingqing from Jiukun Immortal Sect.