The Shitian Terrace is higher than a mountain, reaching straight into the clouds, and is enormous.
In addition, its internal space is shrouded by mysterious laws. What was originally a hundred feet long and wide directly evolved into a full ten thousand feet wide. Moreover, it is protected by a barrier, so the aftershocks of the battle will not affect the outside world unless a power far exceeding the Heaven and Earth Realm can be unleashed.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
As Li Ming stepped onto the highest arena, he felt as if he had entered another space. At the same time, divine light soared into the sky from the rooftop.
Immediately, a huge screen was projected high in the sky, large enough for everyone in the entire Primordial God City to see.
"Huang, Arena Number One, I request to fight!"
A calm yet imposing voice cascaded down like a waterfall.
It spread far and wide, and hundreds of millions of people could hear it clearly.
"Huang truly deserves to be called the greatest genius of all time. His clean and decisive actions are a model for us martial artists!"
"Yes, with Huang in charge of the Primordial Divine Dynasty, no matter what kind of divine son or holy son they are, they all have to kneel down!"
"We martial artists should be proud to rule the world and strive to be number one!"
In an instant, all the warriors of the Primordial Divine Dynasty were plunged into a state of frenzy, causing an uproar.
In a sense, the Primal Assembly has become a battlefield between the Primal Divine Dynasty and other sects, and the prodigies who participate represent the face of their respective nations.
In the past, in order to suppress the Primordial Divine Dynasty, the major holy lands in the Eastern Region had taken drastic measures, and the quotas for entering the Primordial Secret Realm were basically occupied by those major forces.
Fortunately, the Primordial Heavenly King was quite insightful. He accepted defeat as defeat and secretly opened a back door, granting opportunities to some of his country's most talented individuals.
Things are different now. Li Ming emerged as the top-ranked member of the Golden List, and then gained everyone's recognition with his outstanding achievements. Even the higher-ups of the various holy lands had to admit his strength.
It's no exaggeration to say that Li Ming has long been a haunting nightmare in the eyes of many prodigies.
Upon seeing Li Ming step onto the first arena.
The many prodigies present had different expressions; they looked at each other.
People gradually walked onto the Trial Platform, but they ended up on other arenas.
Everyone who can attend this conference has a family background and connections, and they are all aware of Li Ming's achievements.
This is a ruthless person who killed several Martial Gods and single-handedly destroyed the Burial Heaven Pavilion's plans in the Primitive Divine Dynasty!
Not long ago, he even transcended tribulation and became a god, his strength is unfathomable.
"I am Lin Dong from the Heavenly Blade Sect, here to seek your guidance."
Lin Dong strode through the void, dressed in a black martial robe and holding a long sword, exuding an extraordinary aura.
As he spoke, a surge of cultivation at the Heaven and Earth Realm emanated from him. Although it was temporarily boosted with resources, he was not over a hundred years old, making him a rare genius anywhere.
"oh?"
Li Ming had never heard of this name before, and he glanced at the other person.
He cultivates the Heavenly Blade Secret Technique and is the current senior disciple of the Heavenly Blade Sect, a major sect in the Eastern Region Dao Continent.
His disciples are all skilled in swordsmanship and are quite famous. The sect's strength is even above that of the Nine Yang Sect and the like.
"Make your move."
"Take this!"
After a brief exchange, Lin Dong immediately took action.
His actions this time were solely for the purpose of gaining fame.
He felt he had little chance of getting one of the top ten spots in the Primal Secret Realm, so he decided to spar with Li Ming and let everyone know his name.
Deep down, he even fantasized about what it would be like to win... well, he could only fantasize about it.
call!
The longsword pierced the air; Lin Dong held nothing back, unleashing the strongest strike he could muster.
The Seventh Strike of the Nine Styles of Heavenly Blade!
This strike was dazzling and domineering!
They've clearly made up their minds to flex their muscles.
Unfortunately, trying to show off in front of Li Ming was a bit of a pipe dream.
Li Ming didn't care about the other party's feelings and swung his arm like a knife.
A sword aura far stronger than Lin Dong's strike erupted with a deafening roar!
"Boom!"
The two completely different sword energies collided, and in just the time it takes to breathe, Lin Dong's sword energy was instantly shattered, and then the soaring sword light instantly arrived in front of Lin Dong.
Lin Dong's pupils contracted rapidly, he was quite frightened, and he quickly summoned his protective magic weapon for defense.
The blinding light suddenly appeared, causing many viewers to instinctively close their eyes.
A breath later.
The light faded.
On the number one arena, Lin Dong had already fainted, his body covered in knife wounds and blood, a truly gruesome sight.
"Lin Dong!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the elders and disciples of the Heavenly Blade Sect couldn't help but call out.
The other prodigies who witnessed this scene changed their expressions slightly, and their original intention to step forward and try was gone.
Without a doubt.
Li Ming was giving these prodigies a taste of their own medicine!
Stop with all this fancy stuff.
Li Ming had also received information that the forces in the Eastern Region were probably planning to use a war of attrition, continuously sending their most talented individuals to fight him, exhausting his physical and mental strength, and finally sending out their strongest individuals to defeat him.
According to the original tournament rules, the defending champion who wins can choose to have a half-hour rest period.
The last one standing wins within three days.
Furthermore, if the defending champion or challenger fails, they cannot continue in the same arena.
This can be considered a calculated move.
Li Ming's actions demonstrated a clear stance:
Anyone who dares to challenge him should not blame him for taking drastic measures.
Killing them outright would be going too far. The Primordial Divine Dynasty wasn't exactly a demonic sect, but severely injuring them and leaving an indelible shadow was enough.
[A single strike severely injured Lin Dong, causing a significant impact on him, and he gained ten million units of life energy...]
"What a cruel heart!"
An elder from the Heavenly Blade Sect couldn't help but roar.
Lin Dong was their pride, and to be defeated by swordsmanship like this was undoubtedly a huge blow.
If things go wrong, your Dao heart will be damaged, and your cultivation will stagnate.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Li Ming remained calm and spoke slowly, his tone extremely indifferent:
"Please welcome the next prodigy!"
He didn't know if the Heavenly Blade Sect had any past grudges with him or the Primordial Divine Dynasty, but he didn't mind teaching them a lesson if they wanted to be the first to stick their neck out.
If the other party hadn't seemed to have no ill intentions, he probably would have killed them outright.
"..."
Many of the Eastern Region's prodigies, upon hearing Li Ming's words, understood his attitude and felt somewhat conflicted.
Among these people, quite a few had indeed received bribes.
This weighed heavily on their minds, and their initial enthusiasm vanished.
"Cough cough..."
The one hosting the number one arena was a martial arts master from the Primordial Divine Dynasty. He coughed twice to ease the awkwardness of the situation and waved his hand.
"Heavenly Blade Sect, Lin Dong is seriously injured and unconscious, unable to fight. Go and heal his wounds."
The words fell.
Several experts from the Primordial Divine Dynasty hurriedly carried Lin Dong out.
This injury won't heal anytime soon.
In other words, the original conference is no longer within his reach.
The consolation prize he received for participating in the competition is probably not even enough to cover his medical expenses.
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