Although Yang Lingtian's challenge had drawn some scattered attention, most people still did not take this unknown challenger seriously.
After all, things like this happened every day.
What they looked forward to even more was seeing those prodigies famous across an entire region make their move, and watching the lights on the higher levels ignite.
However, the "Rogue Cultivator" they had looked down on inside the tower had already reached the challenge on the third level.
Four identical figures materialized.
The four figures stood in the positions of the Three Powers, locking Yang Lingtian firmly in place.
Their auras were far more solid than those of the phantoms on the second level.
Faintly, the four powers linked together, forming an invisible cage that sealed the sky and locked down the earth.
This was a battle formation.
A killing art ten times more terrifying than simply piling up numbers.
Without a word or the slightest pause, three of the phantoms launched a thunderous strike the instant they took shape.
The phantom directly ahead formed hand seals, condensing a fist seal as resplendent as a blazing sun.
The scorching power of law seemed capable of burning this entire void to ashes as it crashed down overhead.
The phantom on the left flickered and blurred, transforming into a wisp of green smoke.
A short blade condensed from the laws silently cleaved through the void, its angle treacherous as it stabbed straight toward Yang Lingtian's heart.
The phantom on the right planted both feet firmly and muttered an incantation, sending out waves of invisible mental shock.
They transformed into tens of thousands of steel needles that came sweeping over from every direction, seeking to tear Yang Lingtian's Divine Soul completely apart.
The one in the middle wielded a divine sword, erupting with Sword Qi