"Good heavens, this is an eleven-star Dao-rich land. Well, that makes sense, after all, this isn't the first time such a large-scale event has been held here."
Han Xuanji pondered for a moment.
Three thousand points at a time, wow, that's a whopping 30,000 points!
It seems the reward will be pretty good.
I'll definitely have to sign in a lot!
Just as Han Xuanji was about to sign in, the device on his wrist vibrated.
Unexpectedly, in the brief moment Han Xuanji was lost in thought, someone immediately challenged him.
It seems they think he's an easy target!
Han Xuanji glanced at the message: the challenger was ranked 116th, from the Second Sacred Hall, and named Zhao Yuanlang.
I don't recognize the name, but the figure seems somewhat familiar.
Upon further reflection, wasn't this the tall, thin man who had been talking about him in the crowd earlier?
Good grief, he wasn't even thinking of causing trouble for others, so he's rushing to deliver himself to their doorstep, huh?
Han Xuanji inexplicably became angry. Without hesitation, he used his divine sense to choose to accept the challenge instead of signing in.
The moment he accepted the challenge, a circle of silver-white array patterns suddenly lit up on the Galaxy Platform beneath his feet, and a suction force came from all directions, causing the scenery before his eyes to change rapidly. When his vision refocused, he found himself in a vast and boundless Starry Sky Battlefield.
Beneath their feet was not solid ground, but a slowly rotating sea of stars, with countless starlight flashing like shattered diamonds in the far distance. The space was vast enough for two powerful Eternal True God to unleash their full power without reservation.
Mo Chenxiao and Leng Qianshuang, who were watching from below the stage, witnessed this scene.
Mo Chenxiao held a spirit fruit in his hand, nibbling on it casually, his gaze fixed on the light screen, a carefree smile on his face.
Leng Qianshuang sat upright, her gaze cold and aloof, only occasionally glancing at the stage.
Neither of them was worried, believing that Han Xuanji wouldn't fail so easily.
I wouldn't say it's guaranteed to be in the top five.
It wouldn't be so bad if they couldn't even win the first battle.
Little White lay sprawled at Leng Qianshuang's feet, its ears perked up, its eyes sparkling as it stared intently at the light screen, muttering softly to itself:
"Master, beat him up quickly!"
Meanwhile, besides those who cared about Han Xuanji, there were others who were also paying attention to Han Xuanji battle, including Chi Yuan and Gu Changfeng.
Gu Changfeng was now much more depressed, but he still couldn't help but pay attention to Han Xuanji's battle.
On the Galaxy Platform, Chi Yuan stood with his arms crossed, a cold smile on his face.
None of them spoke, but their eyes were fixed on the light screen.
At this moment, only two figures remained on the battlefield.
A hundred feet away from Han Xuanji, Zhao Yuanlang also appeared, looking at him with a gaze that was a mixture of contempt and provocation.
"Junior Brother Han, it's an honor to meet you."
Zhao Yuanlang spoke first, his tone polite, but the way he addressed him as "Junior Brother" was condescending, clearly carrying a hint of disdain.
"Although you have some skill, the selection battle is a real fight, not something you can get by relying on your sect's reputation. Don't worry, I'll be careful and won't let you lose too badly."
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji didn't even bother to change her expression, simply giving a faint "hmm".
There are several ways to determine the winner in this selection process.
One option is for the party to voluntarily admit defeat; the other is for the party to directly inflict a fatal attack or render the opponent unconscious.
There is no danger to their lives, because the special device on their wrists is also a life-saving trump card; it will automatically trigger a restriction when a life-threatening situation is detected.
But if it's triggered once, it won't happen a second time.
This means that if you don't quit the match, you might actually get killed.
Swords and blades have no eyes. Even with many powerful beings capable of saving your life, you can still be severely injured. If you're unlucky, your Dao Path to enlightenment might be cut off, and you can't blame anyone else!
Seeing Han Xuanji's reaction, Zhao Yuanlang frowned almost imperceptibly. Without saying another word, he flashed towards Han Xuanji.
He was incredibly fast, and his body radiated a burst of spiritual light, clearly indicating that he had no intention of holding back from the moment he made his move.
A silver spear materialized in his palm, its tip gleaming coldly, carrying a sharpness that could pierce through anything, aimed straight at Han Xuanji's face.
To outsiders, this shot was incredibly fast and ruthless; even an ordinary True God would have to temporarily retreat upon encountering it.
But in Han Xuanji's eyes, it only elicited a faint sigh.
He didn't even draw his weapon; just as the silver spear was three feet in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked his finger.
Dao's Extremity condensed finger strike shot out from the air, landing on the tip of the spear like a shooting star.
With a crisp clang, the entire silver spear trembled violently, and spiderweb-like fine cracks instantly spread across its surface.
Zhao Yuanlang felt an irresistible force surge up his arm, and his entire right arm instantly lost sensation. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood that left a gruesome trail in the Starry Sky.
Just one move.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't even a move; it was just a casual flick of the wrist.
Zhao Yuanlang's figure was still flying backwards, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
He managed to steady himself, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
How is that possible? He held almost no mercy with that shot; even a typical True God Perfection might not be able to withstand it easily.
How could Han Xuanji, a mere newcomer who had just entered the True God, possess such terrifying power?
He didn't even see how the other person made their move.
Is the difference really that big?
He staggered to his feet, wanting to say something more, but Han Xuanji had already walked over slowly, without making a move yet.
Zhao Yuanlang's expression changed several times before he directly admitted defeat.
"That's decisive."
Han Xuanji shook his head and did not continue to make a move.
A flash of light and shadow appeared on the Starry Sky Battlefield, and Han Xuanji returned to the Galaxy Platform.
On and off the stage, countless gazes instantly shifted.
Mo Chenxiao smiled slightly upon seeing this, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.
Leng Qianshuang sat to the side, and seeing how easily Han Xuanji won, the corners of her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
Little White waved its little paws in the crowd, jumping up and down excitedly. "Master is amazing!"
Zixiao, meanwhile, kept her head down and ate her food, seemingly oblivious to Han Xuanji's behavior.
On the Galaxy Platform.
Chi Yuan stood at a distance with his hands behind his back, his face darkening, and he let out a cold snort.
He had just been thinking that if Han Xuanji couldn't even beat Zhao Yuanlang, then she wouldn't even be worthy of his attention.
To everyone's surprise, the opponent won so decisively, without even revealing much of their true skill.
waste!
Gu Changfeng was also sitting in a pavilion. He saw this scene from afar, and his lips twitched slightly, revealing a hint of schadenfreude.
Chi Yuan, Chi Yuan, didn't you say you could teach him a lesson?
If you get challenged by Han Xuanji and lose, I think you'll feel ashamed as ever.
Many people on the stage who had previously looked down on Han Xuanji now put away their previous contempt.
Defeating Zhao Yuanlang in a single move—such strength is something even the top fifty veteran prodigies might not be able to achieve, let alone a newcomer.
Han Xuanji seems to be more complex than they thought; he is likely an underestimated powerhouse.