Points Leaderboard Number One, Body Cultivator Shi Tian, Shocking Debut!

Seeing Liu Ruyan defeated.

Below the stage, Chen Changqing's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Compared to these Foundation Establishment disciples, Senior Sister Liu's strength is indeed a bit weaker."

"Moreover... this Grand Competition is not that simple."

Chen Changqing whispered.

He naturally noticed that the likes of Li Yang, Wen Liang, and Meng Zhou had yet to make a move.

High above, True Person Tianbo's gaze swept across the entire arena, seemingly intentional yet indifferent.

At this moment, Liu Ruyan had already returned to the Seven Courtyards area.

"Senior Sister Liu!"

The disciples of the Seven Courtyards looked at her, all wanting to offer words of comfort, yet they did not know what to say.

Liu Mu looked at Liu Ruyan with a smile and said:

"Ruyan."

"You have already done very well."

"Among the top twenty on the Points Leaderboard, you are the only one with Half-Step Foundation Establishment cultivation."

"Some Foundation Establishment disciples from other courtyards didn't even make it into the top twenty!"

Hearing Liu Mu's words, Liu Ruyan managed to squeeze out a faint smile.

After all, the disparity in strength was clear.

How could she, a mere Half-Step Foundation Establishment cultivator, defeat Jiang An, who was already at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage?

Chen Changqing also glanced at Liu Ruyan at this time and said indifferently:

"Senior Sister Liu, victory and defeat are common occurrences; there is no need to take it too much to heart."

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan nodded, feeling much better inside.

Seeing this, a flash of determination crossed Qingyang's eyes.

The next moment, he did not delay; with a tap of his feet, he leaped and flew onto the arena.

"Seven Courtyards, Qingyang!"

Qingyang's hearty voice rang out, his long sword hummed at his waist, and the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage instantly swept across the entire arena.

Seeing Qingyang take the stage, Jiang An's expression turned solemn.

Everyone knew that Qingyang of the Seven Courtyards had been in the top twenty during the last Outer Sect Grand Competition, and his strength could not be underestimated.

After a brief pause, Jiang An collected himself, cupped his hands toward Qingyang, and said:

"Senior Brother Qingyang, please enlighten me!"

Before his words had even faded, Jiang An did not wait for Qingyang's reply; wind blades suddenly condensed in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, he slashed out dozens of sharp wind blades, heading straight for Qingyang.

"Insignificant tricks."

Seeing this, Qingyang's expression remained calm as he traced a line with his sword finger.

"Clang!"

In an instant, a brilliant sword light poured down like the Milky Way, shattering all the dozens of wind blades that were flying toward him!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"This?"

Seeing this, Jiang An was immediately shocked.

He had won all his previous matches with ease.

But facing Qingyang made him feel immense pressure.

After all, Qingyang was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

Just as Jiang An was momentarily distracted, Qingyang flashed, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

Seeing this, Jiang An's expression tightened; not daring to think further, he hurriedly formed seals to defend.

However, before Jiang An could complete his defense, Qingyang's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

"Such fast movement technique!"

Jiang An's face drained of color.

Before he could react, a loud roar echoed through the air.

"Bang!"

The hilt of the sword in Qingyang's hand slammed heavily into Jiang An's chest.

"Pfft!"

Jiang An was sent flying by the impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he tumbled straight off the arena stage.

"Qingyang of the Seven Courtyards, winner!"

Witnessing this scene, the entire crowd was shocked, and discussions erupted everywhere:

"This Qingyang is truly worthy of being a veteran powerhouse who has participated in two Grand Competitions!"

"Indeed! Jiang An of the Third Courtyard is only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage; how could he possibly be a match for Qingyang?"

"In these arena matches, the real spectacle is still the battle between those at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage!"

"..."

In the Seven Courtyards' section.

Seeing Qingyang defeat Jiang An of the Third Courtyard with such ease, the many disciples all cheered excitedly.

"Senior Brother Qingyang is too amazing!"

"That's right! He defeated Jiang An in just two or three moves."

"The two of them aren't even in the same league."

"I think Senior Brother Qingyang has a very high chance of taking the top spot in this second round of the Grand Competition."

"Go, Senior Brother Qingyang!"

"..."

The Seven Courtyards' disciples were filled with high spirits.

Liu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, a sense of expectation growing in his gaze as he looked at Qingyang.

Chen Changqing, seeing this, remained calm and indifferent.

He knew very well that Qingyang was able to defeat Jiang An so easily because of the disparity in their strength.

At this moment, there were still quite a few disciples who had yet to step onto the arena.

People like Li Yang, Wen Liang, and Meng Zhou were all similar in strength to Qingyang.

After all, back in the Void Realm, the four of them had confronted and fought each other in that valley.

High in the air, True Person Tianbo's gaze swept calmly across the arena.

The aptitude of this batch of outer sect disciples is passable, but no one has caught my eye yet.

True Person Tianbo sighed inwardly.

He was personally presiding over the Grand Competition this time because he wanted to scout out promising talent in advance and recruit them to his peak once they entered the inner sect.

Unfortunately, up to this point, there was no one he had taken a liking to.

Just then, a strange noise suddenly spread across the plaza.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled violently.

Hearing the sound, disciples from each courtyard looked toward the source.

They saw a figure as burly as a mountain slowly walking out from the First Courtyard's section, and the disciples of the First Courtyard stepped aside one after another.

Even Li Yang, who had previously fought against Qingyang, subconsciously cleared a path.

This was enough to show that this person held an extraordinary status in the First Courtyard of the outer sect.

"First Courtyard, Shi Tian!"

After stepping onto the arena, the burly youth spoke in a voice like rolling thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"What?"

"Shi Tian, who is first in points, is actually making a move?"

"He's a body cultivator! An existence invincible among his peers!"

"Qingyang has run into a tough opponent this time!"

"..."

Upon seeing Shi Tian, Qingyang's expression turned grave, and he was also surprised.

Having stayed in the outer sect for so long, he had naturally heard of this Shi Tian.

There were many ways of cultivation in this world.

Body cultivators were considered a powerful category; relying on their peerless physical bodies, they could be said to crush anyone at the same level!

"You from the Seven Courtyards, will you admit defeat yourself, or should I help you?"

Shi Tian grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.

"Admit defeat?"

Qingyang gave a cold laugh. Although he knew Shi Tian was formidable, how could he speak of defeat before the battle had even begun?

"Fight!"

With a light shout, Qingyang took the initiative and drew his sword.

As the blade emerged, the Sword Qi surged like a rainbow!

Facing the incoming strike, Shi Tian remained completely indifferent.

He stood his ground as steady as Mount Tai, his muscles cast like refined iron and his skin shimmering with a bronze luster.

Watching the Sword Qi sweep toward him, Shi Tian stomped his foot, causing the entire White Jade Arena to tremble.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Shi Tian lashed out with a punch.

A deafening roar echoed through the air.

Shi Tian's fist slammed into the edge of Qingyang's blade, producing the sound of clashing metal.

"What?"

"He's blocking a spirit sword with his bare flesh?"

Qingyang was horrified, his face filled with disbelief.

Before he could recover, Shi Tian let out a wild laugh:

"What, is that all you've got? It's not even enough to scratch an itch!"

As the words left his lips, Shi Tian lunged forward.

In an instant, the arena floor shattered!

By the time Qingyang looked again, Shi Tian was already swinging his massive fist, causing the air to explode with sonic booms!

Seeing this, Qingyang hurriedly activated his movement technique to dodge.

"Trying to outmaneuver a body cultivator?"

Shi Tian sneered, his speed suddenly surging as he charged at Qingyang like a wild bull.

"Bang!"

Qingyang failed to dodge in time; he was struck squarely in the chest by Shi Tian's fist, vomiting blood as he was sent flying off the arena.

"Qingyang of the Seven Courtyards, defeated!"