Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the dueling arena of the Linglong Imperial Sect was bustling with activity.

One hundred tall buildings surrounded the dueling arena like stars around the moon, forming a spectacular circle.

Directly in front of these one hundred pavilions stands an even larger pavilion, resembling a majestic mountain, which is truly eye-catching.

At this moment, Yuan Zhexian and the other selectors were among these one hundred pavilions.

The even larger pavilion was where the Linglong Emperor Sect Master and the Goddess resided, along with many of the Linglong Emperor Sect's Supreme Elders, who were also gathered there to watch the selection process.

Just then, from one of the pavilions, the successor of the Immovable Emperor Clan suddenly pointed ahead and said to a handsome man in gorgeous clothes beside him, "Brother, look, that's the white-haired pretty boy!"

His voice revealed a hint of resentment and anger.

Upon hearing this, the handsome man immediately looked in the direction the sequence indicated. When his gaze fell upon Yuan Zhexian, his eyes instantly turned sharp, as if they were about to spit fire, and his killing intent was completely undisguised.

Then, he slowly spoke, his voice cold and resolute: "Second brother, this man is doomed to die today!"

His words revealed his extreme hatred for Yuan Zhexian and his determination to kill him.

Yuan Zhexian seemed to sense the man's gaze as well. The moment their eyes met, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

Then, he casually picked up his wine glass and leisurely savored the wine, completely ignoring the other party's threat.

Just then, a beam of light flashed, and an old woman at the Immortal King realm appeared in the center of the battle stage like a ghost.

Her appearance seemed to freeze the entire space for a moment, drawing everyone's attention to her.

The old woman looked around, her sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through everyone's heart.

Then, she slowly said, "After rigorous selection and recommendation, a total of one hundred strong individuals have participated in the competition this time."

Although her voice was not loud, it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

Then, the old woman explained the rules of the competition in detail.

The competition consists of two rounds. The first round will determine the top ten, while the second round will determine the final winner.

"The rules of the competition are very simple," the old woman continued. "Based on the numbers on your respective towers, people numbered 1 to 10 will form one group, 11 to 20 will form another, and so on, with ten people in each group. Finally, the winner of each group will advance to the next round."

At this point, the old woman paused slightly, then continued, "The way to determine the winner is for two people with adjacent numbers to fight, such as number 1 and number 2, number 3 and number 4. And so on, until a winner is determined for each group."

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, a buzz of discussion arose from the audience.

People began to whisper among themselves, discussing their opponents and possible tactics.

Yuan Zhexian glanced at the number on his desk and found that he was number 8.

The number of the Immovable Clan's divine son is 96.

Just then, the atmosphere on the battle platform suddenly became tense.

The people on platform 1 and platform 2 have begun a fierce battle, their moves intertwining like a storm, dazzling the eye.

Yuan Zhexian leisurely picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and then turned his gaze to the group of people who were engaged in fierce fighting.

He looked relaxed and at ease, as if this life-or-death struggle had nothing to do with him.

Time passed by, and before long, contestant number 1 defeated contestant number 2 with an absolute advantage.

Immediately afterwards, contestants number 3 and 4 also stepped onto the stage and began a thrilling competition.

And so, six days passed in the blink of an eye, and the winners of the previous numbers had already been determined.

Finally, it was Yuan Zhexian's turn to compete against the people on Tower No. 7.

In a flash, Yuan Zhexian appeared in the center of the battle stage like a ghost.

His movements were fluid and graceful, without any hesitation or delay.

Standing opposite Yuan Zhexian was a man dressed in white.

He held a celestial sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light and exuding a sharp sword aura.

The man had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor. He bowed to Yuan Zhexian and said, "I am the Supreme Disciple of the Heart Sword Immortal Sect. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The appearance of Wushangzi caused an uproar among the crowd.

Someone whispered among themselves, "The Heart Sword Immortal Sect is one of the top sword cultivation sects in the Immortal Realm. Their method of controlling swords with the mind is incredibly powerful."

"Yes, in the entire Immortal Realm, perhaps only the Sword Domain can surpass them in terms of sword cultivation."

Another person chimed in.

At this moment, Shen Gong suddenly said to Yuan Ruochu, "I'll bet you a slap that the Divine Child can kill him instantly with just one strike!"

Yuan Ruochu was not to be outdone. She immediately raised her middle finger and said provocatively, "I bet you a hundred slaps that the Divine Child can kill him with just one look. Do you believe me?"

Yuan Zhexian, however, remained unusually calm. With a slight smile, he said softly, "Let's fight!"

Before he finished speaking, Wushangzi of the Heart Sword Immortal Sect suddenly unleashed a powerful sword aura, which surged and roared like a raging storm.

The immortal sword in his hand seemed to come alive, instantly hovering in front of him, trembling slightly.

The Supreme Master of the Heart Sword Immortal Sect formed hand seals with lightning speed, each movement precise and powerful.

In an instant, the sword began to emit a dazzling white light, as hot and dazzling as the sun, seemingly containing endless power.

Immediately afterwards, the Supreme Master of the Heart Sword Immortal Sect suddenly stretched out his palm and pushed forward forcefully.

In an instant, the sword shot straight toward Yuan Zhexian like an arrow released from a bow.

Wherever this energy beam passed, a black crack was torn open in the void, as if the entire space was about to be ripped apart by this power.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Yuan Zhexian merely smiled slightly. His movements seemed casual, but in reality, they contained endless mysteries.

He formed a hand seal, and a massive golden sword of light, as large as a mountain, slowly emerged from behind him.

The moment this golden lightsaber appeared, it emitted a powerful and chilling sword aura.

Compared to the immortal sword of the Supreme Master of the Heart Sword Immortal Sect, which emitted a white energy glow, the sword energy of this golden light sword was many times stronger.

It was like a star falling from the heavens, carrying endless pressure and destructive power, making people tremble with fear.

The moment the golden sword of light appeared, the Linglong Emperor Sect Master, who was sitting high on the main seat of the huge pavilion, trembled violently.

He muttered to himself, "It's the Immortal Execution Sword! Could he be a member of the Yuan Clan?"