Who Else Thinks They're Worthy of the 108 Immortals?

Upon hearing this, the expressions of hundreds of cultivators in the square changed drastically.

Luo Su's words were not just arrogant; they clearly disregarded all of them!

Before anyone could react, Luo Su casually raised his right hand, lightly tapped his index finger, and a beam of azure light shot out, pointing directly at a cultivator from the Luo Tian Northern Region in the crowd.

The cultivator was only at the late stage of the Illusory Yin Realm. Before he could dodge, the azure light entered his brow. With a muffled thud, the cultivator exploded before he could even scream, his body spraying blood mist and scattering debris everywhere!

The surrounding cultivators retreated in horror, their faces ashen, unable to believe that Luo Su would dare to kill them on the spot.

"How dare you, like ants, vie for the position of immortal?"

Luo Su withdrew his finger, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like an ice blade, and said indifferently, "Who else thinks they deserve to be among the 108 Immortals?"

The square was deathly silent; no one dared to speak.

Luo Su's lips curled into a mocking smile as his gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on the figure in white robes and white hair at the back of the crowd.

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Luo Su's pupils contracted slightly. The figure and the aura were exactly the same as the image his cousin had transmitted back using a secret method before his death.

"You..." Luo Su pointed at Wang Lin, his voice suddenly rising, chillingly cold. "Come out."

Wang Lin frowned slightly but made no move.

"I'm telling you to come out!"

A murderous glint flashed in Luo Su's eyes as he said, word by word, "Xu Mu, or rather, I should call you the one who killed my cousin Luo Suyun!"

These words caused an uproar among those around.

"Luo Suyun? Isn't that the genius cultivator from the Thunder Immortal Palace three hundred years ago?"

"Rumor has it that he was investigating the theft of a treasure when he mysteriously perished, and the culprit remains unknown to this day..."

"He was actually killed by this person? Who exactly is this Xu Mu?"

Wang Lin remained calm, his eyes deep and still as an ancient well, simply watching Luo Su without the slightest sign of panic.

Seeing his reaction, Luo Su's killing intent intensified, and he coldly said, "The treasure my cousin was searching for back then must be in your hands, right? Since you dared to come to the Thunder Immortal Palace today, you should have expected this day to come."

Luo Su stepped forward, his aura as a mid-stage Spirit Severing erupting forth like a mountain crashing down upon Wang Lin: "Come out and fight me! If you can withstand ten breaths from me, I'll let you leave this place alive!"

Wang Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to take a step when Luo Chuan gently patted his shoulder beside him.

"Be careful," Luo Chuan whispered. "This person's spiritual sense is indeed extraordinary."

Wang Lin nodded slightly, and with a flash, he landed in the center of the square, facing Luo Su from afar.

Luo Su sneered, said nothing more, and made a hand seal with his right hand. A cyan sword light condensed out of thin air, with lightning crackling around the sword.

"Ten breaths."

The moment he finished speaking, the sword light slashed towards Wang Lin like a thunderbolt!

Wang Lin swayed slightly, his feet moving with an unusual gait, and managed to dodge the sword strike at the last second. The sword's edge struck the bluestone, leaving a scorched, three-foot-deep crater.

"Snort."

Luo Su snorted coldly, and with a turn of his sword, it transformed into a rain of swords that blanketed the sky and covered everything!

Wang Lin formed hand seals, and a dense black aura suddenly surged from his body. The black aura seemed to have a spirit, transforming into layers of barriers that blocked all the sword rain.

"It really is that eerie black mist!"

Luo Su's killing intent intensified. He quickly formed hand seals, and the rain of swords suddenly merged into one, transforming into a ten-zhang-long giant sword that slashed down with earth-shattering force!

Wang Lin's expression changed slightly, and the black energy around him surged wildly, condensing into a vortex above his head, which collided with the giant sword with a loud crash!

Boom!!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and shockwaves swept in all directions, forcing many cultivators to retreat. As the dust settled, Wang Lin was found kneeling on one knee, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained calm as still water.

After all, not everyone is Luo Chuan. The gap between the mid-stage and early-stage Spirit Severing Spirit Severing is still too large, and the clash between the two is already obvious.

Ten breaths have passed.

Wang Lin slowly stood up, stared directly at Luo Su, forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed an endless cold glint.

Luo Su's face turned ashen, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. He knew in his heart that he had said that if Wang Lin could hold out for ten breaths, he would let Wang Lin leave alive.

But how could the feud with his cousin be left unresolved?

"Ten breaths, so what?" A ruthless glint flashed in Luo Su's eyes. "I've changed my mind. Today, you must die!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Su formed hand seals, and his aura surged, clearly indicating that he was about to unleash a killing move!

That's enough.

A calm yet supremely majestic voice suddenly resounded across the square. Luo Su, who was about to make a move, froze, feeling an invisible force pressing down on his entire body like Mount Tai, rendering him unable to move!

He turned his head in shock, only to see Luo Chuan standing in front of Wang Lin, one hand behind his back, his expression calm and composed.

"Who do you think you are, daring to stop me?"

Before Luo Su could finish speaking, he felt the pressure suddenly increase, almost forcing him to his knees!

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" Luo Chuan's tone remained calm, but a flash of seven-colored light appeared deep within his eyes.

Luo Su's pupils constricted, his heart raced, and his eyes revealed boundless fear. "A mid-stage Perfected Jingnie Realm expert!"

Luo Chuan looked at Luo Su before him, a cold glint in his eyes. "What, am I not allowed to stop you?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Su trembled all over. After all, he was only at the mid-stage of Spirit Severing Insight, and in front of a Jingnie Realm expert, he was as fragile as an ant.

"This junior dares not..." Luo Su hurriedly kowtowed again towards Luo Chuan's position, sweat pouring down his face, his eyes revealing endless fear.

The Big-Headed Boy in the crowd stared at the spot in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that Xu Mu was someone Luo Chuan knew.

So, this guy's background is truly outrageously powerful.

Offending him would be tantamount to offending a powerful expert at the Jingnie Realm, which would be an unimaginable pressure for cultivators like them who were just Spirit Severing.

It's better to be cautious to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for yourself.

The next test continued, but because Luo Chuan Chuan's cultivation level was too high, Yan Leizi did not allow him to participate; he only needed to complete the ascension to immortality at the end.

Luo Chuan did not refuse, after all, his cultivation level was high enough to easily pass the next test.

Of the 325 people, 196 remained, while the rest disappeared within the teleportation array and were sent away.

"The second challenge, the challenge of the earth!"

As Yan Leizi raised his hand and formed a hand seal, a phantom finger imprint that blotted out the Thunder Pool and condensed from his palm, crashing down with the pressure of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The moment the fingerprint touched the ground, the entire thousand-foot-wide plaza suddenly exploded!

Thunder roared like a tsunami, and countless bluish-purple lightning bolts burst forth from the ground, like thousands of silver snakes dancing wildly, intertwining to form a boiling sea of thunder.