Because of the appearance of [Xi Ri], everyone gradually realized that the Quasi-Saint was not an ordinary Half-Saint, but was likely at the level of [Xi Ri], having forged his own path and only lacking the tribulation to transcend.

Furthermore, with only four Saints remaining, the rejection of the Quasi-Saint position among the three thousand Semi-Saints has decreased considerably.

After careful consideration, more than two hundred semi-saints were willing to voluntarily enter the secondary hall.

"The oath we made was only related to the position of Saint. As for the Quasi-Saint... you may do as you please." The Demon Lord stepped aside, making room for him.

"Let's discuss this," said one of the semi-saints who had chosen the position of Quasi-Saint. "The position of Saint has never caused our deaths, so why should we risk our lives for the position of Quasi-Saint?"

"Shall we exchange a palm strike?" the half-saint suggested, his Yin-Yang energy swirling behind him like a millstone.

"good!"

The first thing that came up was a zombie and a sky god, the two of them exchanging blows.

Two kingdoms appeared in the void, and they fought each other for tens of thousands of years, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, until the kingdom of Tianhou was completely wiped out.

"Impressive!" Tianhou admitted defeat. "They actually managed to turn the power we both dissipated into corpse energy and reuse it."

It was obvious to the naked eye that all the soldiers in the Tianhou Kingdom had turned into zombies.

"It was just a palm strike. If it were a life-or-death battle, I might not be a match for you, Lord Marquis." The zombie wasn't entirely being modest; the outcome was indeed unpredictable.

"Let me give it a try." The Yin-Yang Half-Saint who proposed the palm strike stepped forward.

The zombie's expression turned solemn. Even a half-saint, who is close to the pinnacle of cultivation, has its own strengths and weaknesses. He was restrained by the Yin-Yang half-saint.

More than two hundred semi-saints took turns competing against each other.

The other half-saints watching from the sidelines knew they were all evenly matched opponents and could learn a lot from each other.

"Heavenly Eye, why don't you give it a try?" Heavenly Book asked.

“For me, witnessing is more important than becoming,” Tianyan replied.

"This is a special era. If you can witness the birth of the 'winner,' you will be able to surpass the saints."

"The position of 'victor' holds immense power. Only by allowing me, as a witness, to win can we protect heaven and earth and all living beings."

The Heavenly Book was stunned, never expecting that the Heavenly Eye would actually be thinking of becoming the 'winner'.

She thought it was impossible, but she wouldn't say it aloud. Instead, she changed the subject, asking, "Will the King of Black Mist die?"

"His injuries are severe, but not as severe as you think. Old Ghost and True Dragon are bound by the Oath of Order. They will test each other and, once they confirm that they cannot kill each other, they will likely let it go and return to continue their struggle for the Holy Throne."

The Heavenly Book seemed slightly melancholy: "The King of Black Mist has already sent three people to sainthood. Can fate truly control everything?"

Even the Sky Eye remained silent.

The strong do not believe in fate, but with this result before them, no one can help but doubt it.

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"Fate? The excuse of the weak! I can have a smooth journey with my own skills!" Zhenlong threw a punch.

Like a human, like a god, like an immortal, like a demon, like a ghost, like a monster!

Like a demon! Like God! Like a tyrant!

This punch stirred up the faintly visible chaotic energy, knocking away Li Changzhou's bronze spear that was aimed at the "Those Who Oppose Me Die - Destiny Atlas".

The spear groaned, and fist marks appeared.

Not to mention Li Changzhou, the Twelve Half-Saints, and the Old Ghost, even the True Dragon himself was surprised, and then overjoyed.

"Hahaha! King of Black Mist, I must thank you for binding me with oaths and confining me with order, allowing me to unintentionally comprehend the true meaning of raising dragons!" The true dragon's aura was close to berserk.

"Holy Dragon Fist, no, my technique, Rising Dragon Fist—the dragon has long been trapped in the abyss, unable to unleash its power. Today, it will shake the heavens and earth, and fight the Lord of Destiny in the depths of the universe!"

"A trapped dragon fights for its life, kill!"

The dragon's energy surged to a breathtaking level, as if it had been dormant for a long time and all the accumulated energy was exploding at this moment.

The chaotic energy was no longer faintly visible, but truly appeared in wisps, manifesting as azure flames.

"The Human Saint is dead, and even the True Dragon is gone. What are you then!" The power of divine punishment penetrated deep into his bones, and the immense pain caused Li Changzhou's pale face to turn somewhat manic.

Twenty-two times [climbing the mountain].

Li Changzhou didn't bother to retrieve the bronze spear that had been knocked away earlier; instead, he formed the "Eight-Nine Arcane Technique" fist seal with both hands.

"Annihilate the divine light, kill!"

His fists released boundless light, as if the sun were being held in his palm.

Boom!!!

One punch represents destiny, descending from the heavens to punish the world;

One punch represents a trapped dragon breaking free and fighting against fate in the vast sky!

Two fists clashed, two divine wills collided, two human hearts touched, the great path was thrown into chaos, and the universe wailed.

"Kill!" The two threw punches wildly.

The two streams of light that transformed into each other interlocked like the yin-yang symbol, neither willing to let the other go.

"Bang!" Li Changzhou was blasted into the void.

He was ultimately severely injured, and although the true dragon was trapped, he comprehended his own magic.

"Pfft!" The true dragon also coughed up blood, his face extremely pale.

During their exchange, Li Changzhou fused Heavenly Punishment with Chaos Qi, unleashing punch after punch with such ferocious power that even a true dragon's physical body couldn't withstand it.

"King of Black Mist, you shall die today!" the true dragon roared. "The Oath of Order, all of you, and this wound—none of you can defeat me!"

"The trapped dragon fights for its life, kill it again!"

The Heavenly Punishment had been drawn out by the chaotic energy, and Li Changzhou's divine senses shone with divine light.

Even on a smooth road, one can stumble and fall. What can a trapped dragon do? Your fate is in my hands!

He roared, "Bring them back to life!"

His flesh and blood returned, the divine tree struck by lightning healed, and his injuries were restored.

"Kill!" The two men roared, tearing at each other like hungry tigers.

The old ghost drifted in like a wisp of mist, and the twelve half-saints blocked his path. The two sides faced off, cautiously refraining from making a move.

The path trodden by a true dragon is extremely terrifying; the more severe the injury, the stronger the power; the greater the disadvantage, the higher the explosive force.

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