Normally speaking, the cultivation world would never have such a style of combat.
To say nothing else.
That was a Nascent Soul, equivalent to another self. Had he gone through untold hardships to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm just to play with it like this? Yes, everyone knew he had a Twelfth-Grade Nascent Soul, a Heavenly Dao Apex Nascent Soul, so it was relatively tough.
But no matter how tough it was, he couldn't use it like this.
Wasn't this just pure blind nonsense?!
"."
Chen Qiu stood atop the platform and looked down at the crowd. Seeing no one speak, he let spiritual energy flow through his Nascent Soul and wash away all the bloodstains before rising into the air and repeatedly teleporting to restore his spiritual energy.
In truth, arena battles were not very favorable for Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Even though this arena was fairly large, it was still quite restrictive for Nascent Souls. Nascent Soul Cultivators had all manner of combat methods; being confined within a small secret realm instead made them feel somewhat constrained.
Perhaps his iron-blooded methods just now had achieved their effect.
For quite a while, no one else stepped onto the arena.
After all, there were a full hundred arenas here, while they numbered only around one hundred and thirty. As long as one was not among the very weakest, one would certainly enter the top hundred and receive the corresponding rewards. There was simply no need to bother with Chen Qiu.
In any case, they had never dreamed of taking first place.
Whoever took first, it could not possibly be them.
Even those freaks from the Central Province were not in a hurry, so what was he hurrying for?
For a time—
Quite a few people turned their gazes toward