After everyone left, the matches on the three fighting platforms began again.
After Qin Fengming defeated four opponents in succession and directly obliterated three peak Ghost Commander cultivators on the spot, the dozens of peak late Ghost Commander cultivators present now looked at him with eyes filled with awe.
Three peak Ghost Commander puppets and two fifth-level spirit beasts containing potent poison— with such strength, let alone a Ghost Commander cultivator, even an ordinary early Ghost Lord cultivator could hardly claim to gain much advantage against him. It was even highly possible that they would perish at his hands.
Unlike the fierce battles raging on the other two fighting platforms, Qin Fengming sat there calmly. No other cultivator came forward to challenge him.
The Eight Extremes Sect had already made it clear that the top three would be selected from this competition for the recommendation spots. As long as one placed among the top three, there would be a generous reward. Thus, although Qin Fengming's strength was extraordinary, the other two spots were still enough to make everyone fight tooth and nail.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, no one else appeared on the fighting platform where Qin Fengming stood, and he smoothly claimed one of the spots.
Two days later, the winners were finally determined on the other two fighting platforms.
When the cultivator surnamed Yan summoned the three victors to the council hall, Qin Fengming had already gotten a good rest.
The other two victorious cultivators were both old men in their fifties or sixties. One had layers of bulging flesh across his face; at a glance, he was clearly a ruthless and merciless sort. The other was an old man shrouded in gloomy mist. From his appearance alone, it was obvious that he