A black figure flew off the arena and crashed heavily to the ground, the spear in his hand flying out and landing not far away.
His clothes were soaked in blood.
Wan Renshan took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his chest, and looked at the figure on the arena in the blinding sunlight, his face as white as if covered with a layer of frost.
Only the blood at the corner of his mouth was unusually glaring.
His lips trembled, and after a moment, he weakly uttered a few words.
"I... lost."
No matter how unwilling you are, a loss is a loss.
There was no suspense whatsoever.
He knew he was no match for Han Ming; the gap between them was simply too vast...
The helplessness he felt when facing the light of the tower illuminated by Lin Xuan that day resurfaced in his mind. This time, because he was facing it directly, the heaviness and pressure in his heart were even greater than before!
Wan Renshan couldn't even imagine that in this Primordial Holy Heaven... could anyone truly defeat Han Ming?
Even if Lin Xuan disregards his status and personally intervenes, it's hard to say...
The other party's talent can only be described as unparalleled, and his five-fold Sword Intent Sword Intent is something he has never seen before.
He couldn't find any words to describe Han Ming except for "unfathomable".
When he uttered the words "I admit defeat," everyone in the Primordial Holy Heaven was filled with disbelief.
Wan Renshan... lost.
We lost decisively.
They didn't lose in the battle inside the tower, but on the ring—they lost completely!
When this scene unfolded before their eyes, they realized just how unacceptable it was to them.
Last time, Wan Renshan was defeated in the Demon-Subduing Tower, but that was only a relative comparison.
But this time...
Even when fighting at the same level, Wan Renshan was defeated after being given three moves' worth of leeway and expending a significant amount of his Spiritual Power.
He was still defeated with One Sword strike!
this...
this!
Despair filled the eyes of countless students from the Primordial Holy Heaven Institute.
Some even choked up with grief and indignation.
"Could it be that I, the Primordial Holy Heaven, am truly inferior to the other Holy Heaven?"
"Has our Primordial Holy Heaven truly lost today...?"
They were unwilling and resentful, yet powerless to change anything.
They could only watch helplessly as others trampled on their dignity, and no one could win it back.
"That's not enough?"
Han Ming casually twisted his neck, walked to the edge of the arena, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked at Wan Renshan.
"Heh heh--This is the leader of your Primordial Holy Heaven's Ten Saints? While he's not quite that useless, he's just a big waste and a little waste, huh!"
He raised his hand, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching together, leaving only a sliver of space, a gesture of utter contempt.
"What a bunch of pathetic wretches, hoping this piece of trash will help you turn your lives around. It's both pathetic and hilarious."
Every student below clenched their fists in anger, staring at Han Ming on the stage, wishing they could punch his face that made everyone's blood boil.
But they also knew very well.
There was absolutely no way we could defeat them.
Han Ming's gaze swept over their faces, and he raised his hand to play with his loose hair, chuckling wickedly.
"How about this?"
He seemed to have come up with another great idea, completely treating the ring as his own home turf.
... Although, nowadays, it really is his home turf.
"If you are not satisfied, I, the Holy Son, can give you another chance."
"You bunch of useless trash, there's no need to watch from below anymore. Every single one of you, come at me all at once!"
humiliation!
This is a blatant insult!
In his tone, all the students of the Primordial Holy Heaven seemed no different from insects.
but...
Even though they bit their mouths until they bled, and the trainees below were flushed, there was nothing they could do.
They were angry, but also deeply saddened.
Even Wan Renshan lost; in the entire Primordial Holy Heaven, who else can step in?
Who else can defeat them?
Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, Han Ming's smile widened even further.
Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, he tilted his head, smiled, and spoke up.
" Primordial Holy Heaven Lin Xuan! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"
"That old fellow Baiyue praised you highly, saying your talent is quite different from those useless trash from the Primordial Holy Heaven."
"This holy son is curious, just how capable are you?"
" Lin Xuan! Do you dare to fight this Holy Son!"
" Lin Xuan!"
Its sound reverberated in concentric circles, spreading in all directions.
Han Ming coldly stared at the Primordial Holy Heaven students below, trying to find Lin Xuan among them.
Lin Xuan.
After he became the Supreme Institute Master, his name spread throughout all the forces of the Primordial Holy Heaven.
Everyone has heard of this legendary figure from the Primordial Holy Heaven.
At the same time, I'm also very curious.
Just how extraordinary a talent, how powerful a person, could make that old Bai Wuya defy all opposition and even confront other holy masters, to directly appoint such a young cultivator as the head of the Supreme Institute?
However, to this day, no one has seen any trace of Lin Xuan.
I've only heard of him, but never seen him.
When they heard Han Ming call out Lin Xuan's name, a hint of worry flashed in the eyes of many students and holy masters of the Primordial Holy Heaven.
The level of understanding isn't the issue...
Left and right, the limitation of the arena is that the players are of the same strength.
Their concern was whether Lin Xuan could truly defeat Han Ming, given the strength he had displayed.
The students of the Supreme Institute, especially those from the Moon Eve Alliance, looked extremely displeased and immediately rebuked, "How dare you! How dare you challenge the head of my Supreme Institute?"
Han Ming disagreed.
He sneered, "Why can't I challenge them?"
"Is it that I'm not capable of taking the challenge, or that Lin Xuan is afraid to accept?"
"Um?"
They pressed closer and closer.
"None of those."
Just then, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Han Ming frowned and looked over.
A girl dressed in black, holding a sword, slowly walked over.
Wherever she went, the students of Primordial Holy Heaven subconsciously made way for her. Watching her walk to the edge of the arena, their eyes showed astonishment, confusion, and worry.
But she ignored it all, only coldly watching him on the ring.
She was clearly below the ring, looking up at Han Ming on the platform.
However, she showed no sign of being subservient to anyone. Her eyes were filled with coldness, and even though Han Ming had surpassed the leader of the Ten Saints, not a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.
The phrase "neither of those" was spoken by her.
Now, standing before Han Ming, she chuckled softly and spoke again.
"You're not worthy!"
"If you wish to challenge the headmaster of my Supreme Institute, then you'd better defeat me first!"