"Don't use divine sense attacks."
Chen Changming shook his head and transmitted, "I'll continue using the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Formula to defeat Bai Shenyu."
Fan Feichen froze, then blurted out, "Kid, don't tell me you have more life-bound Flying Swords?"
"I do, Master."
Chen Changming smiled mysteriously and transmitted, "I said I would take first place and let you become the sect master of the number one sect under heaven."
"Good, good."
Fan Feichen was thrilled upon hearing this.
At this moment, he was starting to worship this disciple of his.
This disciple was simply too strong—so strong that even he, a ninth-level Spirit Transformation cultivator, felt utter despair.
The ranking matches continued.
In the battles that followed, whenever either Chen Changming or Bai Shenyu stepped onto the arena, their opponent would forfeit and concede.
After some time, the final pair finally stepped onto the arena.
This was also the last match of this ranking tournament.
Thus, whether they were sect masters or genius disciples, everyone was deeply interested in this battle.
Even the Immortal Hall Master watching from midair stared unblinkingly at the arena, silently analyzing who would emerge victorious.
"Judging by Chen Shan's current strength, he is still slightly inferior to Bai Shenyu. If he has more life-bound Flying Swords, then it will be hard to say who will be the deer and who the hunter in this battle..."
The Immortal Hall Master analyzed inwardly.
In truth, he hoped Chen Shan would win.
If Chen Shan won, it would mean that the fortune he carried was the strongest. A figure like that should be able to help him obtain "that thing."
"Fellow Daoist Chen Shan, I have to admit, you are very strong."
On the arena, Bai Shenyu—suppressed by the formation to the second level of Spirit Transformation—looked expressionlessly