Reunion with Yuwen Fengxian

Shen Lin's Mountain Toppling Fist was an invention he had created shortly after first transmigrating to this world.

Not to mention the Chaos Sea—even in the Great Wei back then, it had been a low-grade martial art.

But Shen Lin's strength at this moment was simply too overwhelming.

With the spiritual power of the Saint Realm Heaven Burning Sea Boiling Art in his body, combined with a physique comparable to that of a peak Venerable Realm expert—

When strength was great enough, even bricks would fly.

With that one punch, the cultivators before him, whose highest cultivation was only at the Saint Realm, were blasted into scraps without even letting out a grunt.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

The people who had come to watch the battle had more or less heard about Shen Lin's achievements yesterday.

But no matter what, they had never expected this fellow to kill all the other contestants with a single punch.

In the chaotic battles of the past, which one had not been fierce? Through schemes and deceit, the contestants eliminated one another, with the final victor barely managing to remain standing.

They had truly never witnessed such a result—one that swept everything away like dead branches before a strong wind.

Shen Lin's expression remained unchanged. He lightly brushed the dust from his body, then turned to the referee and asked, "Now that this battle is over, does that mean I've achieved nine victories?"

Just one more battle, and he could escape this childish, make-believe competition and advance to the arena in Mochara Heaven of the Devil Race.

Don't tell me I still have to wait for a while after nine victories, until an opponent with an equal number of wins shows up.

Fortunately, after recovering from his shock, the referee swallowed and