This was not the first time that the selection of the top Saints was held, so there was no need for any elders or attendants to say anything. All the participating Saints silently walked to the center of the square. There were already countless arenas there, and each arena was separated by a light screen, which was enough to block any external interference.
Immediately after, an elderly attendant stepped forward under the instructions of the elders. He held a black wooden box in his hand, and with a slight infusion of spiritual energy, a majestic spiritual screen soared into the sky and intertwined to form a dazzling spirit river. In the spirit river, there were light ball-like objects swimming continuously, and there seemed to be numbers engraved on the light balls.
"All Saints, please draw a number. The one who draws the same number will be your opponent in the first round."
The elderly attendant's voice was loud and clear, and his short words clearly introduced the rules. Therefore, in the next moment, all the participating Saints silently raised their right hands. For example, Lu Yang, Xu Jian, and Loring Luo Xue …
Of course, Yan Chutian was also included!
"Buzz!"
When all the Saints raised their right hands, the spirit river trembled slightly under the expectant gazes of countless disciples. Immediately after, the countless light balls swimming inside seemed to be attracted by something and rushed toward every raised right hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …!
In just a few breaths, the light balls in the spirit river dissipated, and the spirit river also dissipated, returning to nothingness. At the same time, every Saint grabbed a light ball in their hand, and the number engraved on the light ball was their number.
Yan Chutian slowly released his five fingers, and the number on the light ball in his hand immediately entered his eyes. The number he drew was not bad — it was number six.
However, he did not know who his opponent would be …
Seeing that all the Saints had drawn numbers, the elderly attendant spoke again in a loud voice. "Saints who have drawn numbers one to ten, please go to the corresponding arena. The battle of the Saints is about to begin."
As soon as the elderly attendant finished speaking, the Saints who had drawn numbers one to ten changed their expressions slightly. Immediately after, they leaped up and rushed to the corresponding arena.
Yan Chutian was number six, so he nodded slightly and signaled to Mu Wan. Then, he also leaped into the air and rushed to the sixth arena that belonged to him and another Saint.
When Yan Chutian leaped up, a figure also rushed to the sixth arena from a certain direction. This naturally attracted Yan Chutian's attention. When he saw the figure's face, he could not help but laugh lightly. He did not expect that fellow to be his "old friend," Lu Yang.
Speaking of which, when Yan Chutian came out of the Spirit Prison to submit his first mission, there was a battle between the two of them. But at that time, the battle ended before it even reached its end.
It seemed that today's meeting again was somewhat destined.
When the two of them stood still on the sixth arena, they completely confirmed their previous thoughts. However, now that he had confirmed that Yan Chutian was his opponent, Lu Yang's face darkened. After all, the news of Yan Chutian and Xu Jian's clan brother, Xu Kong, being equally matched had already spread throughout the Heavenly Secrets Sect. Of course, he also knew about it.
Even he admitted that he was inferior to Xu Kong. However, the fellow before him was actually able to fight equally with Xu Kong. Didn't that mean that he was already inferior to him?!
Lu Yang could totally think that way. Yan Chutian must have obtained an opportunity in the ancient sect ruins, which allowed him to advance by leaps and bounds and reach the level where he could contend with Xu Kong. In other words, all of this was Xu Jian's fault. If it wasn't for him, how could the fellow in front of him have obtained an opportunity?
However, now that they had met on the arena, even if Lu Yang wanted to beat Xu Jian up, he could only suppress the anger in his heart and concentrate on facing Yan Chutian.
He didn't believe that he was a veteran Holy Son. Not long ago, he was still able to suppress the other party. Could it be that in a short period of time, he wasn't a match for the other party?
"Dong …!"
The ancient bell rang. The moment the rumbling sound rang out, Lu Yang let out a low shout, and the spiritual energy in his body surged.
Wisps of purple aura swept up and quickly condensed into a giant purple beast above Lu Yang's body. It was the Beast Spirit Technique that he had used before!
As expected, Lu Yang let out a loud shout in the next moment.
"Beast Spirit Technique, Spirit of the Mystical Python!"
"Roar!"
The giant purple python burst out and opened its huge mouth to devour Yan Chutian. A powerful aura spread out, and even a first stage Elixir cultivator would feel pressured. However, with the spiritual energy barrier around the arena, it could block all of this aura and prevent it from leaking out.
Facing the Spirit of the Mystical Python, Yan Chutian's reaction was much more relaxed than before. After all, he had now stepped into the Elixir State, and his opponents were only the top Holy Sons. Even if Lu Yang was stronger than before and had reached the second stage of the Quasi Elixir State, he was still not that strong.
"Great Mercy Tablet!"
It was still the same spiritual technique as before. Yan Chutian controlled the spiritual energy to gather and interweave into a huge stone tablet that descended to the ground. In the next moment, the spiritual light on the stone tablet burst out and merged into a huge light beam that rushed toward the giant purple python.
"Boom!"
The giant purple python and the spiritual energy light beam collided fiercely, and an astonishing fluctuation spread out, just like before. However, the result this time was destined to be different. The two were in a stalemate for a few breaths, and the spiritual energy light beam destroyed the giant purple python. It went straight in and rushed toward Lu Yang's chest without slowing down.
Lu Yang obviously did not expect his attack to be broken through in the blink of an eye, so he could only condense a defense with an ugly expression. Even though the power of the spiritual energy light beam was exhausted in the end, it made him extremely embarrassed. His body retreated a few feet and almost fell off the arena.
Barely stabilizing his body, Lu Yang's expression was ugly, and at the same time, he was a little surprised. He did not expect the gap between him and his opponent to be so big. It was only the first time they fought, but he was already suppressed to such a state.
At the same time, many disciples who were paying attention to this scene had complicated gazes in their eyes. Not long ago, they saw Yan Chutian barely exchanging blows with Lu Yang. But in the blink of an eye, what was once barely exchanging blows with Lu Yang had turned into a crushing defeat. Yan Chutian's strength was simply too fast.
Seeing Lu Yang being forced back a few feet, Yan Chutian's expression was normal. This scene was within his expectations. If not for this, he would have found it strange. Otherwise, there was no need for him to compare with those top Saints.
Although his expression was ugly, Lu Yang was not ready to give up. After all, he still had that ultimate spiritual technique that he had not used yet. This was his final trump card!
"Huff …"
Taking a deep breath, a golden light flashed in Lu Yang's eyes. In the next instant, golden light continued to emerge from his body. The golden power continued to intertwine, and slowly, a giant golden crocodile appeared. A domineering demonic power quickly spread out. It seemed that even through the Spiritual Energy light screen, the disciples outside could sense it.
Under the influence of this fierce golden crocodile, Lu Yang's mood clearly became violent, and he lost his mind.
However, looking at this scene, Yan Chutian did not have the slightest fear. It was only the remnant soul of the fierce crocodile. This Lu Yang was affected by the fierce crocodile and lost his mind. How powerful could it be?
"Mysterious Yang Hand!"
With a low roar, strands of Profound Yang Qi continuously flowed into his body. As surging energy surged, Yan Chutian raised his right arm and pressed down on the fierce crocodile that had appeared.
"Boom!"
As the Mysterious Yang Hand suppressed it, the remnant soul of the fierce crocodile seemed to sense it and immediately roared in anger. Then, its golden body soared into the air and rushed towards the Mysterious Yang Hand.
"Boom, boom!"
The Mysterious Yang Hand and the giant golden crocodile fiercely collided. The giant golden crocodile was extremely powerful, and the aura that erupted from it was enough to threaten a cultivator at the second level of the Spirit Transformation Realm. However, even with such a powerful force, it was unable to display its ferocity under the Mysterious Yang Hand and was slowly suppressed.
The giant golden crocodile was slowly destroyed, and Lu Yang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body fell to the ground as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and he fainted on the stage. On the other hand, Yan Chutian dispersed his power after the Mysterious Yang Hand suppressed the giant golden crocodile, and he stood there quietly.
This scene brought great shock to the spectating disciples because in this situation, the outcome had already been decided.
"Yan Chutian wins!"
A deacon standing beside the stage loudly announced the result, and this announcement completely determined the result.
"Junior Brother Yan is so powerful!"
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