This poison was naturally produced by the system, possessing its own aura, capable of disguising itself as a divine elixir and a rare treasure. As for its effects, Xiu Qiyu had already discerned them; it was an essential medicine for murder, arson, and all kinds of travel.

In a short period of time, a martial artist was fundamentally destroyed. Many people were already lying on the ground groaning, "My dantian hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

"Xiu Qiyu, what exactly did you do?"

"Xiu Qiyu, as long as you hand over the antidote, we don't want the treasure anymore."

"Ahhh, my meridians are going to melt! Xiu Qiyu, you'll die a horrible death!" Many people had already started cursing Xiu Qiyu.

"This is just the beginning."

Those who were poisoned were unaware of what was happening, while those who hadn't yet been poisoned reacted immediately and turned to run away. Their speed was so great that even the fairies of Saintess Peak, with their superb lightness skills, would probably be ashamed of themselves.

This poison was truly terrifying. With so many Nascent Soul stage experts present, not a single one realized the treasure was actually poison; it exploded suddenly without warning. Who knows if Xiu Qiyu had a second such poison? For their own lives, the martial artists couldn't care less about anything else; escaping was the priority.

Xiu Qiyu didn't stop those people from leaving. They were all going to die sooner or later anyway, so he decided to deal with those who had already been poisoned first.

"Xiu Qiyu, the antidote."

After watching helplessly as the dantian of several Nascent Soul cultivators exploded, all that remained in everyone's hearts was boundless fear. What kind of poison was this? It was simply too terrifying. An exploding dantian was equivalent to rendering a person useless. This was even more vicious than killing them.

"Xiu Qiyu, how cruel you are."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the antidote either. I'm not an alchemist. If you are lucky enough to see Palace Master Jingli, you can ask her for help."

Given their condition, they couldn't possibly hold out that long; they'd probably soon suffer from diaphragmatic collapse. Regret and resentment flashed across their faces in an instant, eventually turning into pleading.

"Please, for the sake of us being human, spare our lives!"

"We can be your servants, please spare our lives."

"I never wanted your lives, but you're the ones who're obsessed with taking mine," Xiu Qiyu reiterated once again. "There's no antidote for this poison, and I'm powerless to help you."

Many people, enduring excruciating pain, prepared to drag Xiu Qiyu down with them, but Xiu Qiyu naturally wouldn't give them that chance. With a flash, he disappeared.

Within that short hour, explosions, desperate curses, and wails echoed intermittently from the sacred snow-capped mountain.

Xiu Qiyu watched this scene coldly from mid-air not far away, feeling no unease or sympathy whatsoever. The victor is king, the loser is villain; he was the winner now. If he had lost, his fate would have been a hundred times more miserable than theirs.

This time, we were only hoping to delay them for a while until he recovered his true energy and dealt with them slowly. We never expected that this poison would be so powerful and destroy them directly.

Only after confirming that everyone had become ordinary people or were dead did Xiu Qiyu appear and unceremoniously take away their points and storage items such as spatial rings.

After this battle, Xiu Qiyu's ranking dropped to eighth.

Now, everyone, whether they were the prodigies still struggling in the secret realm or the people watching the battle outside Tianjiao City, was in an uproar.

Eighth, Xiu Qiyu broke into the top ten immediately after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, truly deserving of being the most outstanding prodigy of the younger generation. Now, in the top ten of the Prodigy Ranking, the human race occupies five spots: Zhan Changtian, Yu Kou, Jing Li, Tai Yanjue, and Xiu Qiyu; the alien race has three spots: Mu Feng, Lang Sha, and Xiong Zhan; and the demon race has two spots: the mysterious black-robed man and Wuqing Lu.

Compared to previous competitions of prodigies, this year's results were unprecedented, a great rise for the human race. Among them, the most envied and resented was the Pill King Palace; a top-tier force not known for its combat prowess had produced two top-ten finishers. Many were already jealous of Jing Li's good fortune. Zi Shu's ranking wasn't bad either, now in twentieth place. The performance of the others from the Pill King Palace was mediocre; of their hundred or so members, only twenty-odd remained. That was already considered good; they couldn't win in battle, but they could rely on their pills.

Those who can't win in a fight, whose weapons and equipment are inferior to others, and whose elixirs are also inferior to others, are living tragedies.

Seeing Xiu Qiyu's dazzling ranking, Jing Li's handsome, cold face showed a complex expression. A noble of the Ice Spirit Clan, with pure blood and the blessing of a strange fire, he wasn't unworthy of Xiao Yezi. However, the thought of their contract made Jing Li feel a tightness in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to teach Xiu Qiyu a lesson. Xiao Yezi was so young, and he'd already been seduced by this big bad wolf, Xiu Qiyu. However, when the third round of the competition came, he would be able to openly and legitimately punish Xiu Qiyu, and Jing Li's expression improved somewhat.

If the outside world knew how much Jing Li disliked Xiu Qiyu, they would go crazy. If you don't want him, you can give him to our sect; our sect is desperately lacking talent like him!

When Zishu, who was killing alien races, saw the re-arranged rankings on the light screen, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Was Xiu Qiyu on drugs again? How did he manage to break into the top ten?

Taking out the Supreme Sword, he smashed it hard against the back of the alien's head, while Ye Liusha, working in perfect harmony with Zishu, pierced the alien's heart with a single sword strike.

"If we work harder, we should be able to narrow the gap."

"Even you say that," Zishu said, looking quite melancholy.

What else? Xiu Qiyu, that freak, is already in eighth place. Who knows if he'll break into the top five in a minute? He's internally devastated too, okay? He also has to comfort Zishu's already shattered heart. Is it easy for him?

"If you can't catch up, then challenge him in the third round."

"That makes sense. Let's kill these aliens first!"

Of those who initially followed Zishu and Ye Liusha, a third are now dead. However, the remaining two-thirds of these prodigies have undergone more than a dozen bloody battles, and both their combat strength and will have been transformed. Compared to ten days ago, they are practically unrecognizable.

They were all very grateful to Zishu and Ye Liusha; without these two, they would likely have been reduced to ashes long ago. Under their leadership, having survived the bloody battle, they would surely ascend to immortality in the future.

The battle for the Heavenly Rankings is not just about luck; it also hones one's will. Now, the four of them, working as a group, can easily kill alien races of the same level, something unimaginable before.