The Last One

"Brother Fengchen, let's begin first," Great Master Sitian transmitted.

"Alright!"

Great Master Fengchen temporarily set his thoughts aside and nodded directly.

Since this "Xia Chengtian" knew the origins of his bloodline so clearly and had come straight to challenge them, it showed he had no sense of belonging toward the Xia Clan. There was indeed no point in saying more.

"Who's going first?"

Great Master Sitian looked at the Chaos Realm cultivators present.

"I will!"

A burly figure stepped forward.

"Xia Chengtian, your record is indeed impressive, but that was only because you hadn't encountered me, Fan Yiqian." As he spoke, a terrifying red light rose from his body.

If not for the array suppressing the courtyard, even on the Realmheart Continent, where the rules were incomparably restrictive, Fan Yiqian's eruption of aura would have been enough to shake heaven and earth.

"Quite confident!"

Zhou Zheng smiled and nodded. He did not care in the slightest. At least seven or eight Chaos Realm cultivators he had fought before had said similar things, all brimming with confidence.

In an instant, Fan Yiqian formed claws with both hands and charged forward.

At that moment, the two terrifying claws seemed capable of tearing apart everything. Void and time alike vanished within them. Yet Zhou Zheng merely stood where he was, making no move.

Wave after wave of terrifying power came crashing toward him, but Zhou Zheng's expression did not change.

"What?" Fan Yiqian's expression shifted slightly.

"About a third-tier genius, I suppose!"

Zhou Zheng's voice rang out. The next moment, he suddenly swung out a palm.

That palm carried boundless streams of Destruction power. Every strand of it was enough to plunge a universe into annihilation in an instant.

Boom!

The defensive secret treasure on Fan Yiqian's body shattered instantly, and he was