The words of the Primordial Slaying Alliance filled many students of the Primordial Holy Heaven who had not personally witnessed Han Ming with righteous indignation and deep emotion.
In their eyes, while the Primordial Slaying Alliance was indeed powerful, the weight of the Primordial Ten Saints was absolutely incomparable to that of any random saint.
They are the cream of the crop!
Especially Wan Renshan, apart from that one time when it was defeated by Lin Xuan, it has never suffered a defeat.
In the eyes of the trainees, Wan Renshan is a myth!
If there are differences in skill levels, it's immediately clear who wins and who loses.
However, when the cultivation levels are suppressed to the same level, the outcome is not so certain!
Most of the Primordial Ten Saints, upon hearing Han Ming's outrageous remarks, were enraged after careful consideration and couldn't help but sneer.
Those who can enter the Holy Heaven are all the most outstanding talents among the geniuses, especially the top three, who have long since touched the threshold of the Thearch Realm. It is not difficult for them to step into it; it is just a matter of taking the final step.
Suppressing realm?
You underestimated them.
Even Wenren Nian, who knew Han Ming, raised her eyebrows and chuckled softly after a brief moment of discouragement.
"I admit, Han Ming is indeed very powerful. At such a young age, he has already reached the Thearch Realm Second Layer; few can compare to him."
"But if he insists on courting death by suppressing his cultivation level below the Thearch Realm, I am not a pushover to be slaughtered!"
Everyone there was a prodigy, a genius.
Who would willingly admit defeat?
The Han Ming did make them feel uneasy, but that didn't mean they were afraid of battle!
and...
"The Holy Son of the Han Ming?"
At the entrance to the secluded retreat, a young man with a low wolf tail tied behind his head slowly exhaled, murmuring Han Ming's name, as if trying to dispel all the pent-up frustration of the past few decades with his breath.
He wasn't wearing any distinctive clothes, just a simple, neat brown linen outfit.
A hint of joy appeared on his somewhat gaunt face. He raised his hand, pointing five fingers to the sky, a chilling aura swirling within his palm, gradually forming a vortex.
After a long while, Shentu Feng lowered his hand and slowly shook his head.
Since his defeat in the arena last time, he did not become discouraged. He was only depressed for a short period of time before regaining his confidence, shedding the Ten Saints Halo that he was reluctant to take off, and immediately went into seclusion to cultivate diligently.
Now, he has become Half-Emperor.
Moreover, during this period of arduous training, he comprehended Secret Technique that he had never been able to grasp before.
She has undergone a complete transformation, both inside and out!
If he were to encounter Zhang Yu now, he was confident that he could defeat him in a single move!
It's just as impressive as the original Wan Renshan!
He walked back to the academy, only to find the students gossiping amongst themselves.
Regarding the recent events at the Primordial Holy Heaven, the fall of the old dean, and the provocation by the Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance.
Shentu Feng heard all of this.
He immediately let out a cold laugh.
"To insult the Primordial Holy Heaven is to insult me!"
"I, Shentu Feng, stand with the Primordial Holy Heaven. As for that Han Ming Holy Son, there's no need for anyone else to intervene. I will be the first to accept the challenge and will surely suppress him!"
Shentu Feng's words, along with his emergence from seclusion, spread to every corner of the academy.
Lin Xuan naturally learned of this as well.
He didn't seem to care much.
In his view, regardless of whether the Primordial Slaying Alliance wins or loses this time, they will not stop there. How could something that has been planned for tens of thousands of years—the attack on the Primordial Holy Heaven —be stopped because of the victory or defeat of a single saint?
He doesn't need to concern himself with these things; he only needs to go into seclusion, improve his strength, and break through that threshold.
All at the same time.
Even Saint Realm can be slaughtered!
The situation can be reversed in an instant!
Inside his secluded retreat, Lin Xuan looked at the resources in his Storage Bag, took a deep breath, and took out a golden pill of Hunyuan level, swallowing it.
His resources were almost completely depleted during his last seclusion.
These resources were obtained by exchanging the auction proceeds sent by the Yuan Household sisters, as well as the Saint Weapon. Lin Xuan had no use for such an evil object and would not bestow it upon his disciples, so he asked Elder Zuo to find a way to sell the Saint Weapon in exchange for a large amount of resources.
No matter what, Elder Zuo has lived for a thousand years and has countless connections.
Currently, the resources in Lin Xuan's Storage Bag can be described as an incredibly large quantity.
These pills, along with the other spiritual fruits, were all things he planned to use up during this seclusion.
In this way...
Thearch Realm, a breakthrough is inevitable!
It might even go up a little bit more...
As Lin Xuan slowly closed his eyes, the pill melted instantly in his mouth, and terrifying Spiritual Power was released within his body.
Within the sealed chamber, spiritual energy emanated.
Its level of understanding rises step by step with the passage of time...
A few days passed quickly.
At the junction outside the three inner courtyards, various forces converged.
Not only are there forces that are on friendly terms with the Primordial Holy Heaven, but also other forces of all sizes, all gathered here.
There was a playful glint in the eyes of those watching the spectacle, and a deep concern for the Primordial Holy Heaven.
This was the final deadline given by the Primordial Slaying Alliance —three days. Everyone was eager to know whether the Primordial Holy Heaven would yield.
but...
Judging from the fact that the Primordial Holy Heaven has remained silent, this group of people are probably planning to put up a stubborn resistance to the very end.
At that moment, the Sixth Hospital, which had been silent all along, suddenly stirred.
The formations in the inner and outer courtyards all flashed simultaneously.
Countless trainees, with solemn expressions, stepped out one by one.
Even though many people were gone, the students of Primordial Holy Heaven still maintained their momentum. They ignored the surrounding forces who were watching the show and calmly followed their instructors to the edge of the huge arena, without a trace of fear in their eyes.
Only a do-or-die determination!
Opposite that enormous arena was a flying boat that had been hovering there for three days.
On the flying boat, Han Ming, the Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance, casually rested his chin on his hand, took a bite of the spiritual fruit beside his mouth, and relaxed his posture.
He looked at the people from the Primordial Holy Heaven gradually gathering below, and at the solemn-faced high-ranking officials, holy masters, and academy masters of the Primordial Holy Heaven, he raised an eyebrow and smiled disdainfully.
He flashed onto the arena, his raised eyebrows full of contempt, and casually uttered a cold rebuke.
"Ha... you actually came?"
"I thought all of you from the Primordial Holy Heaven were cowards, too afraid to come for so long. Now it seems you do have some backbone, but the result is the same."
"Alright then," Han Ming said to himself, seemingly oblivious to the furious expressions on the faces of the Primordial Holy Heaven students opposite him, "Since things have come to this, let's just say this Holy Son is taking pity on you."
"In the first match, aside from suppressing my cultivation level, I will only use three moves!"
"If any of your men are still standing after three moves, then I have lost."
"How?"