In less than the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, the thirty-three barriers were breached.

The first threshold for becoming an outer disciple has been met.

The disciples who had previously participated in the assessment were completely numb. They had initially held onto a sliver of hope that they might not have passed the assessment threshold.

Perhaps because there is some flaw in this Myriad Races Dojo, the assessment I participated in was more difficult than that of others.

But seeing Chen Huangting's speed, the anxiety finally died down.

Then they continued their sprint.

Forty levels.

...

Sixty levels.

...

Completing all 69 levels only takes a little over half an hour.

Chen Huangting stared at the slowly appearing void gate before him, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

This so-called Myriad Races Dojo was even simpler than he had imagined. Now he understood why Cui Shengnan hadn't let them participate in the Myriad Races Dojo earlier.

Perhaps it's this level of difficulty that they haven't yet reached.

Another layer of meaning might be to preserve some dignity for the disciples from both continents who came to participate in the assessment.

The fact that it was passed so easily only highlights their incompetence.

Entering the seventy levels.

The environment was the same as what I had seen on Wang Teng before: an endless expanse of darkness, and now the figure of that Rakshasa had descended once again.

The light screen inside the entire dojo reappeared in the outside world.

This made the outside world even more excited, since they hadn't been able to sense anything from Chen Huangting's previous performance.

The numbers in the training ground were constantly changing, but now the appearance of the light screen meant they could clearly see Wang Teng's methods and strength.

For them, that's the most important thing.

When the Rakshasa's gaze fell on Chen Huangting, she still had a cold and murderous look in her eyes.

Unlike before, this time Rakshasa showed no intention of speaking.

He gathered his spiritual energy and, without the slightest hesitation, unleashed a burst of spiritual power.

The next moment.

His figure vanished from the spot.

The space was filled with a sense of dread, and the scarlet light and shadow transformed into countless chains, seemingly trying to seal off the entire surrounding area.

Upon seeing this familiar scene, Wang Teng and the others frowned. Judging from the strength displayed by this Rakshasa, they could sense that the seventieth level that Chen Huangting was facing seemed to be even more difficult than theirs.

Apart from Wang Teng, the other three had to expend almost all of their spiritual energy to barely subdue him.

At this moment, I also have some feelings.

Their gazes turned back towards the light screen, eager to see how Chen Huangting would deal with such a formidable enemy.

As the sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Chen Huangting remained calm, as if he had never taken this Rakshasa seriously from the beginning.

The demon spirit, carrying terrifying offensive power, was about to descend.

A faint golden spiritual energy flickered behind Chen Huangting.

Immediately afterwards, a punch was thrown at the location behind him.

'boom--!'

At the instant of contact, a loud noise suddenly rang out.

As the demonic spirit dissipated, what appeared in the light screen was a shower of blood and flesh falling from the sky like a rain of blood.

Outside the dojo, everyone who witnessed this scene was utterly shocked.

That... that was it in seconds?

Millions of disciples from both continents came to participate in the assessment, but they didn't even have the chance to face this Rakshasa. In the end, they couldn't even withstand a single punch from Chen Huangting.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to believe that such an outstanding young person in their early twenties could have accomplished this.

What kind of combat power could achieve such an effect?

At this moment, not only the disciples of the Holy Land who came to participate in the assessment, but even the elders behind them couldn't help but swallow hard.

Based on the combat power Chen Huangting has shown so far, they all know very well that as long as he doesn't die, he will definitely be able to step into the realm of Immortal Emperor.

This was a foregone conclusion. What was most terrifying was that there was more than one such prodigy within the Misty Sect.

What does this mean?

Given enough time, the Misty Sect will surely produce dozens of top-tier Immortal Emperors in the future.

With such a foundation, unless all the imperial-level forces on both continents join forces, they can sweep away all other existences.

They now understood why the Misty Sect had emerged at this crucial moment.

The people in the dojo were all staring blankly at the direction of the light screen.

The gourd in Fo Chen's hand had fallen to the ground, but there was no reaction; he just kept taking deep breaths.

I originally thought I was already a prodigy in the eastern part of the entire Qingxuan Continent.

By now, this so-called Dao heart has been completely shattered.

They were far inferior to Wang Teng, let alone compared to Chen Huangting; they were simply not worth mentioning.

Wang Teng felt somewhat fortunate at this moment, because only now did he understand what kind of force the Misty Sect really was.

I'm so glad I chose to come here.

Otherwise, we might miss the greatest opportunity in this chaotic world.

"Quick...look!"

"Almost there, I'm almost at level 80..."

Before anyone could react, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Chen Huangting's speed showed no signs of stopping, and the flashing spiritual light continued to increase rapidly.

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