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Three days later, early in the morning.
Body Sect's temple was coated with a layer of gold by the sunlight.
However, the atmosphere on Martial Arts Arena was very tense.
Young Sect Master election will be held today.
More than sixty sect disciples stood on the stage, densely packed and ready to go.
They are all outstanding people who consider themselves to be extraordinary, with ambition burning in their eyes and arrogance hidden in their chests.
Just.
In Long Zhanye's eyes, this arrogance is just the clumsiness of a child wielding a wooden sword.
The rules of the election are so simple that they are almost brutal - a free-for-all.
The person who is still standing at the end will be the next sect leader.
There are no teams, no rules, and no room for opportunism.
More than sixty pairs of eyes were scrutinizing and wary of each other on the stage.
There is a strange tension in the air, as if a string has been stretched to its limit and will break at any time.
And when everyone is waiting for the "start" command.
Long Zhanye was the first to move.
No, he didn't even move. He just stood there, not even making a gesture, just--
Opened his eyes.
Those eyes suddenly turned into two deep white abyss.
Without any warning, a vast and suffocating killing intent surged out of his body like an invisible tsunami and swept across the entire place!
"Divine Slaughter's Domain of Asura Hell!"
The air solidified instantly!
Sen Bai's murderous intention condensed into substance, countless sharp ice picks.
The pervasive killing intent condensed out of thin air, and stabbed crazily towards the more than 60 people on the stage from the ground, from the air, and from all directions!
That was the intention to kill, the embodiment of Long Zhanye carving the word "killing" into the realm after Slaughter City had tempered it for several months.
"Ah--!"
Screams came and went.
Spirit King and Soul Emperor, who had lower cultivation levels, were completely unable to resist Nasen Bai's ice cone.
They didn't even see Long Zhanye's figure clearly before they were knocked to the ground by the cold murderous intent and rolled off the stage in embarrassment.
Some were vomiting blood, some were stiff, and some even fell into a brief blank of consciousness--
The killing intent was so strong that it almost tore their souls apart.
In just a moment, more than half of the more than sixty people were driven back!
There are only a few names Soul Saint left on the stage.
They gritted their teeth, stared, and tried their best to run their Martial Soul, trying to resist the killing intent that kept coming like a tide.
But their faces were pale and their veins were bulging, and it was obvious that they could not hold on much longer.
In the stands, Jiuda Elder's expression changed instantly.
Big Elder Jin Peng's golden eyes suddenly shrank, and he suddenly stood up from his seat, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.
Elder Xu's eyes widened even more, and his fingers unconsciously grasped the armrests of the seat, making a cracking sound in the joints.
Even Du Busi, the Body Sect Master who usually looks the same even if the mountain collapses in front of him.
At this moment, he also sat up slightly, his eyes fixed on the gray-white figure in the field.
"Field..." His voice was very low, but it contained a suppressed tremor.
"That's..."
"When Douluo obtains the ninth Soul Ring, does it have a very small chance of awakening?"
He paused, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes that even he couldn't conceal:
"How could he, Soul Saint... have such a domineering and solid domain?"
No one answered him.
Because everyone's eyes were completely captured by the scene in the venue.
Long Zhanye did not stop.
The vertical pupils on his forehead, covered by hair, slowly opened.
What kind of eye is that?
The gray-white pupils are as deep as an abyss, like a portal to another dimension.
The pupils were blurry, with a ray of silver-gray luster, and there was a sense of extreme silence and nothingness.
A stream of gray-white Chaos Qi silently emerged from the vertical pupils, curling up like the breath exhaled by a god.
And as this Chaos Qi rose, the sky behind Long Zhanye suddenly split open!
No, it's not cracking, it's opening--
A dizzyingly huge vertical pupil appeared out of thin air in the sky!
The pupils were also grey-white, indifferent and void, just like a god overlooking ants, overlooking the few remaining people in the audience.
God Eye Domain!!
When those huge vertical pupils glanced across the remaining few Soul Saint on the stage, they felt their whole bodies stiffen!
Their Soul Power operation began to slow down, and their essence Divine Power slowly drained away as if they were being peeled off.
Even thinking has become sticky, as if immersed in an invisible quagmire.
"This..."
Du Busi couldn't sit still anymore this time. He stood up suddenly, and his robe made a rustling sound.
"This... is also a realm?!"
His voice was extremely frightened.
He has seen Twin Martial Souls and the twin Soul Core, but he has never seen - dual realms!
And.
These two fields, one with murderous intent and the other with all-round crushing, complement each other, like a match made in heaven!
This can no longer be described by the word genius, this is... perversion!
On the stage, the remaining Soul Saint couldn't hold on anymore under the crushing pressure from those two realms.
They were not knocked down, but walked on by themselves.
Because they found that even their courage to release Soul Skill was eroded away by the pervasive killing intent.
Only one person is still standing on the stage.
Long Aotian.
His whole body is covered with a layer of silver-white, crystal-like luster, that is Body Martial Soul Silver-Grade Awakening!
At the same time, his Martial Soul Avatar has also been turned on, and a huge silver-white shadow merges with him, with his hair standing on end, like a god of war!
"Little junior brother."
He spoke, his voice was steady, with a hint of indescribable solemnity.
"I know that your talent is unique among the sect and unprecedented."
"But you want to win this contest--"
He took a deep breath, and his whole body Soul Power erupted like a volcano.
"First pass my level first!!"
Long Zhanye didn't answer, he didn't even move.
He just looked at his senior brother quietly, with no emotion visible in his white eyes.
Then, he softly uttered a few words.
"Divine Slaughter's Domain--Asura Circular Killing Array."
Before he finished speaking, the void condensed by murderous intent behind him suddenly tore apart!
A huge shadow emerged from the crack!
That phantom actually has three heads and six arms!
Three heads, one with blood as red as flames, eyes wide open with anger!
One is as black as ink and his face is blurred; the other is as deep purple as the abyss, with his eyes half closed.
The six arms hold swords, shields, make seals, or hold hands in the air. They have different postures, but they exude an irresistible majesty.
That's not Martial Soul, not Soul Skill, but the ultimate skill evolved by Divine Slaughter's Domain under the insight of Long Zhanye's killing!
Just like Asura came into the world!
For a time, the entire sect was shrouded in that terrifying pressure!
The disciples in the stands found it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats!
Long Aotian's face changed suddenly!
He did not hesitate and instantly turned on Unity of Heaven and Man!
The silver-white light resonated with the heaven and earth, making his momentum suddenly increase!
But - it's too late.
The three-headed and six-armed Asura phantom, all six arms waving in unison!
A huge strangulation formation composed of countless small murderous intentions.
Like a rotating death vortex, it is crushing towards Long Aotian with an unstoppable force!
Wherever the strangulation formation passed, the air was torn to pieces, the light was distorted, and even the sound was swallowed up!
"Boom--!!!"
An earth-shaking loud noise!
Long Aotian felt an overwhelming force hitting his chest like a real substance!
His Unity of Heaven and Man state was like paper in front of the strangulation formation.
His whole body flew out!
The silver-white light shattered! The humanoid shadow wailed and disappeared into nothingness!
Long Aotian hit the ground heavily under the stage and slid for dozens of meters before coming to a halt.
He knelt on one knee, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and those tiger eyes were full of disbelief!
The whole place was dead silent!
The dead silence lasted for three full breaths.
Then--wow!!!
Applause, like tides and thunder, came from all directions!
The eyes of those disciples who were eliminated by Long Zhanye in one move are full of fanaticism now!
Those Elder and deacons also stood up and applauded vigorously!
And in the overwhelming applause, the old but energetic voice of Du Busi sounded:
"I, Du Busi, declare in the name of Body Sect Master--"
"Long Zhanye is the next Body Sect Master!"
"No one is allowed to argue!"
No one objected.
No one dared to object.
In today's battle, Long Zhanye didn't even really take action.
He just stood there, opened his eyes, and cleared away more than sixty people.
Such strength, such talent, such courage - who can compete with him?
Under the stands, those who had questioned Long Zhanye were left silent at this moment.
They finally understood that the so-called genius was not created by words, but by crushing it with strength and murderous intent.
And Long Zhanye, he won, but there was no expression on his face.
His pair of dark white eyes slowly returned to normal.
The giant eye in the sky closed quietly.
The three-headed and six-armed shadow of Asura also gathered and dissipated as Killing Intent gathered in.
He just patted the non-existent dust on his robe.
Then, he looked at the shocked Long Aotian in the audience and nodded slightly.
"Senior brother, accept."