The Origins of the Undying Ancient Battlefield, Hatred from the Thunder Punishment Sacred Land!

Duan Jingt​​ao nodded slightly and said, "The Sacred Lord's lesson is correct. I truly should not have set my sights on the shortsighted Core Disciples."

"My target has always been the ten great sequences! And among them, the ones ranked at the very forefront!"

His gaze was incomparably resolute.

Nie Xinghai's expression remained calm. Duan Jingt​​ao's bearing was just like the man himself—overbearingly domineering, without the slightest hint of humility.

Nie Xinghai naturally also possessed the strength to seize one of the ten great sequence seats, but he said nothing.

Just then.

Another figure arrived within the Limitless Sacred Hall.

The appearance of this figure immediately caused Duan Jingt​​ao's aura to turn heavy and solemn.

Lin Feng!

He had come!

Being defeated by Lin Feng was the one thing Duan Jingt​​ao had found hardest to accept in all his years of life.

After all, he had been invincible in the inner sect for a very, very long time.

There had simply been no opponent for him.

Until Lin Feng appeared.

In the grandest competition of the inner sect, Lin Feng had crushed him with the force of withered branches and rotten wood. Even Duan Jingt​​ao's burning of his demon blood had been useless, dealing his heart a severe blow.

But now, Duan Jingt​​ao had been reborn through blood.

In an instant, Duan Jingt​​ao's fighting intent blazed up once more, aimed directly at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's arrival naturally drew the attention of countless people.

After all, as the most outstanding performer in the Core Disciple Grand Competition without a second, he naturally commanded no small amount of attention.

Yet quite a few people felt that although Lin Feng had taken first place, Duan Jingt​​ao's progress had been even more exaggerated. If the two fought again, Lin Feng would likely be