35: Where's the face?

The more than ten Holy Land Masters were no exception.

Among them, the weakest Holy Land only had one Saint and one Sacred Artifact.

If they could get one more Sacred Artifact, it would definitely boost the overall strength of their entire Sect by a large margin.

After all, even if they couldn't use this Sacred Artifact themselves, they could exchange it for a massive amount of resources to improve their Sect.

It wasn't just them, even Xuan Chengzi was somewhat moved.

Although Qingyun Sect had profound foundations, he himself only possessed one Sacred Artifact.

"Young Master Wu..."

Just then, a robust, burly Holy Master shamelessly asked, "Young Master Wu, can we participate in this competition?"

He was Lei Meng, the Master of Leiyang Holy Land.

As soon as he spoke, the others nearby immediately looked at him with disdain.

For a Sacred Artifact, this guy truly had no shame!

However, there was a hint of expectation in their eyes.

That was a Sacred Artifact!

How could they not want to personally enter the arena and compete for it?

Wu Ning looked at the questioner with amusement; this guy's skin was indeed thick enough.

You, a dignified Holy Master, a Saint Realm expert, actually want to go down and fight with a bunch of Juniors for something!

Where is your face?

Lei Meng indicated that as long as he could get the Sacred Artifact, face was not important at all.

He smiled broadly, looking at Wu Ning with anticipation.

Wu Ning originally wanted to flatly refuse, but he changed his mind just as the words reached his lips.

"Alright, it's not impossible if you want to participate."

"Really?"

Lei Meng was pleasantly surprised.

The others' eyes also lit up.

Wu Ning nodded and said, "If you want to personally enter the arena, you must Seal your cultivation at King Realm First Heaven."

"Alright!"

Lei Meng said without thinking.

As long as he could enter the arena, with his Realm, even if he was suppressed to King Realm First Heaven, dealing with these Little Ones who had just entered the King Realm would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Wu Ning smiled, pointed a finger, and a stream of light instantly entered Lei Meng's body.

"This is..."

Lei Meng was greatly alarmed, sensing an extremely strange energy entering his body, instantly suppressing his cultivation Realm to King Realm First Heaven.

He looked at Wu Ning in shock, not expecting this young Young Master Wu to actually be a super expert!

Sealing his cultivation with a single finger...

Seeing the small to know the big, just with this move, even top-tier Saint King experts probably couldn't do it, could they?

"Alright, you can go."

Wu Ning waved his hand.

"Thank you, Young Master, I, Old Lei, am going."

Lei Meng respectfully clasped his fist, then rushed down from the high platform.

The others looked at each other, their gaze repeatedly falling on Wu Ning.

While shocked by Wu Ning's terrifying strength, they were all eager to try.

Xuan Chengzi struggled for a long time but still couldn't bring himself to lose face.

Wu Ning directly asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to go?"

"Me!"

"And me!"

"Young Master Wu, count me in!"

"..."

More than ten Holy Masters stood up one after another.

No one from the other Sect forces spoke up; since the Holy Masters were personally entering the arena, they dared not compete.

Otherwise, they might not see the sun rise the next day.

With more than a dozen Holy Masters entering the arena, this Qingyun Dao Gathering completely changed its flavor.

Although the cultivation Realms of these Holy Masters were all suppressed at King Realm First Heaven, unable to use power beyond that Realm, they themselves were top-tier Prodigies, and coupled with thousands of years of combat experience, they basically crushed the Prodigies at King Realm First and Second Heaven.

This made these Prodigies cry out that it was unfair.

Wasn't it a Prodigy competition?

What's the deal with a bunch of old monsters entering the arena?

"I became a King at a hundred years old and a Saint in three thousand years, why am I not considered a Prodigy?"

Lei Meng said disdainfully, "You little brats can't even defeat my King Realm First Heaven power, what kind of Prodigies are you considered?"

"..."

The other Holy Masters' expressions remained unchanged; they were all people who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, with unimaginably thick skin.

They simply didn't care about being ridiculed by some Juniors.

At the edge of the martial arts arena.

Lin Fan looked at the almost one-sided battle in the arena, his expression extremely solemn.

The Prodigies participating in the Qingyun Dao Gathering were basically around a hundred years old, and the King Realm generally wouldn't exceed one hundred and fifty years old.

Besides him, there were two other King Realm Third Heaven Prodigies.

But facing a group of old monsters, these two King Realm Third Heaven Prodigies, even if they used all their trump cards, could only barely maintain a draw.

To win, hope was slim.

Unless there was some great killing move that could turn the tide.

He considered himself stronger than the other two King Realm Third Heaven Prodigies, but it wouldn't be easy to defeat these old monsters either.

"Senior Brother, aren't you going to make your move yet?"

A group of Qingyun Sect Disciples looked on with anticipation.

Currently, the most hopeful person to defeat these old monsters was their Senior Brother.

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "No rush, let me go Breakthrough first."

"??"

Lin Fan's figure flickered, instantly disappearing from his original spot.

On the high platform, Xuan Chengzi also left for a while.

The battle in the arena continued.

Within half an hour, all the young Prodigies were defeated.

Subsequently, the Prodigy Gathering turned into an old monster gathering.

Two hours passed in a flash.

By the time Lin Fan returned to the martial arts arena, more than ten Holy Masters had already been eliminated, with only the last four remaining.

Lin Fan smiled, quietly observing and learning, still not rushing to make his move.

"He actually Broke through so quickly?"

Wu Ning saw through his cultivation at a glance: King Realm Fourth Heaven.

Such a rapid Breakthrough should have received support from his Sect.

Although Xuan Chengzi did not personally enter the arena, it seemed he had placed his hopes on Lin Fan.

Xuan Chengzi was calm and composed, watching with interest as the old fellows below fought to the death.

The final winner would definitely be from his Qingyun Sect.

He was determined to have this Sacred Artifact!

Another half an hour passed.

Lei Meng punched the Qian Yuan Holy Master flying, "Hahaha, the Sacred Artifact is mine!"

"Senior, Junior requests guidance."

Lin Fan gracefully entered the arena.

"Lin Fan of Qingyun Sect... Damn it, you little brat wants to take advantage of me?" Lei Meng's eyes widened.

He had paid a considerable price to defeat the others.

His combat power was greatly diminished at this moment, making this battle precarious.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of!"

Lei Meng quickly swallowed a handful of Medicinal Pills and beckoned to Lin Fan.

Though there was suspense, he was fearless.

His six thousand years of combat experience were not something a little brat just over a hundred years old could shake!

"Senior, excuse me!"

Lin Fan clasped his fist, then instantly rushed towards Lei Meng, going all out from the start.

"King Realm Fourth Heaven?"

Lei Meng's heart skipped a beat; this battle was even more precarious.

However, Lei Meng was able to defeat other Holy Masters, so he was naturally formidable!

Even with his combat power greatly diminished at the moment, facing Lin Fan, who was at King Realm Fourth Heaven, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

"Senior Brother will win!"

"Senior Brother will win!"

One hundred thousand Qingyun Sect Disciples shouted in unison, cheering Lin Fan on.

The momentum was immense, reaching the clouds.

In contrast, the hundreds of Disciples on Leiyang Holy Land's side were silent.