Facing Many Alone, Overwhelming the Half-Saints

"Finished?"

Dongfang Yueming looked down at her chest; there wasn't even a mark left there.

He raised his head and looked at Ying Wudi eyes.

"Too weak."

"This is what they call Half-Saint? He's not even qualified to tickle me."

"You!" Ying Wudi shame and indignation, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Next, it's my turn."

Dongfang Yueming slowly extended his right hand.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch.

But the moment this punch was thrown, the surrounding space collapsed, forming a pitch-black vacuum tunnel!

"Oh no! Retreat quickly!"

Ying Wudi sensed that deadly crisis, his soul trembled, and he desperately tried to retreat!

But it's too late!

"Bang--!"

That punch, seemingly slow, was actually as fast as lightning, and landed directly on Ying Wudi's chest!

"Snap--!"

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out!

Ying Wudi's imperial dragon robe shattered instantly, and his protective immortal light crumbled like paper! He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall of the hall, impossible to pry off!

"Puff!"

He coughed up blood violently, and his life force instantly weakened to the extreme!

One punch!

The Half-Saint is severely injured!

The entire hall was deathly silent!

Jiang Zhan and the other Half-Saint, witnessing this terrifying scene, felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!

"Is... is this even human?!"

"Pure physical strength... can actually crush Half-Saint?!"

"This is definitely Immortal Saint- level physical body! Or even... higher!"

Dongfang Yueming withdrew his fist and slowly swept his gaze over the remaining people.

"Who else wants it?"

"Let's all come at once, so I don't have to deal with them one by one."

Mad!

That's outrageously arrogant!

But at that moment, no one dared to refute it!

Jiang Zhan and the others exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes they saw deep apprehension and... fear!

"Ahem... Um, young friend, please hold your hand."

An old and helpless voice suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

Immediately afterwards, the Xukong rippled slightly.

An old man, dressed in an ancient Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a somewhat ethereal figure, slowly appeared.

He looked at the mess on the ground, then glanced at the large pit that Dongfang Yueming, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

[What a tragedy!]

[The trial I painstakingly set up, just like that, was dismantled?]

Although his heart was bleeding, the remnant soul of the Eight Desolations Immortal Saint had to admit that the strength of the young man before him was simply terrifying to the extreme!

Despite possessing Immortal Ancestor Perfection, he has a terrifying physical body comparable to that of Immortal Saint!

Such a prodigy was an extremely rare existence, even in his own time!

"You are... the Eight Desolations Immortal Saint?"

Dongfang Yueming looked at the old man calmly, without much surprise.

"It is indeed I."

The Eight Desolations Remnant Soul took a deep breath, forcibly maintaining its dignity as a senior expert.

"Young friend, now that you've passed this... special second trial, you should logically proceed directly to the third trial."

"But..."

He glanced at the Half-Saint on the ground and the endless stream of newcomers pouring into the hall, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Since the prop for the second level... cough cough, since the strength-measuring stone is damaged, then the second level is essentially useless."

"To ensure fairness, and to better select the strongest successor..."

"I have decided to proceed directly to the Ultimate Trial!"

"Boom--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire ruins began to shake violently!

The walls of the originally sealed main hall began to slowly melt away, revealing an even more expansive... Xukong battlefield outside!

Not only that.

Those Immortal Venerable were still struggling in the first stage, as well as the powerful figures from various forces who had just arrived, were all forcibly teleported to this battlefield by an invisible force!

In the blink of an eye.

The once empty hall was instantly filled with people!

There were over a hundred Immortal Venerable and more than a dozen Half-Saint gathered here!

"What... what's going on?"

"Did we clear the level?"

"Look! That's... the remnant soul of the Eight Desolations Immortal Saint?!"

The crowd was filled with surprise and doubt, and discussions arose among them.

"Quiet!"

With a low shout, the Eight Desolations Remnant Soul exerted its power over the entire area.

He pointed to the Dongfang Yueming in the east at the center of the battlefield, his voice cold and resounding:

"The final challenge is called -- [The Great Dao Contention]!"

The rules are simple.

"Everyone, attack together! Surround and attack this man!"

"What?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Everyone stared incredulously at the Eight Desolations Remnant Soul, then at the lone young man in blue standing in the center.

Siege?

So many people ganging up on one person?!

This isn't a trial; it's clearly an execution!

"As long as you can survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under his thumb..."

The Eight Desolations Remnant Soul paused for a moment, then threw out its final bait.

"Those who pass will receive a Immortal Saint- level treasure left behind by this old man!"

"Boom--!"

These words caused an instant uproar in the audience!

In everyone's eyes, boundless greed and fanaticism erupted!

Immortal Saint- level treasure! Just enough to last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?!

That's way too easy!

With so many of them, each of them could drown that kid with a single spit! This is practically a free opportunity!

"Haha! Thank you so much for your help, senior!"

"Boy! I don't know what you've done to provoke such a reaction from this senior, but for the sake of the treasure, I have no choice but to ask you to die!"

In an instant, countless gazes filled with killing intent and greed locked onto Dongfang Yueming!

However.

Faced with this situation of being condemned by everyone, Dongfang Yueming smiled.

He looked at the Eight Desolations Remnant Soul with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Old man, are you sure you're testing me?"

"Instead of... sending them to their deaths?"

"Snort!"

The Eight Desolations Remnant Soul snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He was well aware of Dongfang Yueming's power. But he was even more eager to see just how far this prodigy's limits truly lay!

Are they qualified to inherit his... unparalleled mantle, powerful enough to defy fate?

"Start!"

With a command given.

A great war is about to break out!