As the night passed, the Five Saints Selection Competition officially began. The 10,000-meter-long training field was completely surrounded. Even some ordinary people came to watch the God Selection Competition. In their eyes, the God Selection Competition was omnipotent.
Lin Feng and the other supreme elders stood in the center of the training ground. There was a hundred meter tall battle stage there, surrounded by defensive deployment spells. Fan Tian Gang had personally set them up to prevent ordinary people from getting hurt.
All the guests sat on the easternmost side of the stage. They all sat on purple sandalwood chairs. There were high-level Saint Emperors from the Silver Region Temple and high-level Saint Emperors from the Spirit Region Temple. There were also sects from the divine region, such as the Sword Sect, Transit City, Demon Corpse Mountain, and so on.
The Purple Sword Sect's patriarch sat there as well. He looked at Lin Feng. He was very interested in Lin Feng's results.
Apart from the patriarch, there was another person who was interested in Lin Feng: Xue Sha. Xue Sha had become a high-level Saint Emperor under Lin Feng's guidance. Adding on Saint Evil's orders, Xue Sha was even more grateful to Lin Feng, so Saint Evil had sent him here as a guest to stand on Lin Feng's side.
Great Dipper Sage Monarch was in charge of the Son of Saint selection this time. Evil Sage Monarch Song Zhuang had sent Blood Hangman as a guest, and Water Sage Monarch had naturally sent his youngest son, Shui Ning.
Shui Ning was sitting on the guest seat. He looked grave and stern while staring at Lin Feng. He was watching Lin Feng's every move. He only had one thought in his mind, when the competition started, he would humiliate Lin Feng.
Saint Lord Huo did not send anyone over. He only left behind a message: the one who became one of the Five Saints would become a disciple of Saint Lord Huo. This was an unparalleled honor.
Saints were the resources of the temple, and Saints were born from Saints. It could be said that Saint Fire's words determined the future of one of the five Saints. At the very least, he would become a Saint.
So after hearing Saint Fire's words, all the participants rubbed their palms and performed well to gain Saint Fire's favor.
"Alright, everyone is here. I now announce that the Divine Sect's once-in-a-century Saint Disciple selection has officially begun …"
"Wait, Saint Tian Gang, why are you in such a hurry?"
Fan Tiangang hadn't even finished announcing the start of the competition when he was interrupted, causing his face to instantly turn gloomy as he looked towards the guest seats.
A muscular man in golden robes stood up with a mocking smile on his face. He looked at Fan Tian Gang and shouted, "I'm from the Spirit Sacred Palace, and I'm also a Saint. I'm very excited to see Saint Tian Gang today, and I really want to spar with you. What do you think?"
Spirit Realm Sacred Palace's Sacred Palace was the most provocative. The man's words were a declaration of war against Fan Tiangang and an excuse to stop the Sacred Son Selection Competition.
"Looks like he's here to cause trouble," muttered the Imperial Book from beside Fan Tiangang. Its eyes were filled with rage.
"The Spirit Realm Temple has always been at odds with our Divine Realm Temple. This time, they sent Jin Shengjun, which is enough to show that they are here to cause trouble!"
Fan Tiangang glanced at the Emperor's Book beside him and said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the Monarch Shu nodded and asked in a serious tone, "Saint, what should we do? How about … "
The Emperor's Book didn't continue, but its meaning was clear. It wanted Fan Tiangang to spar with Jin Shengjun. It would be best if Fan Tiangang won against Jin Shengjun and the conflict would naturally be resolved.
Fan Tiangang frowned and withdrew his gaze. He raised his head and looked at Lin Feng and Dharma on his left.
"Jin Shengjun, today is the Sacred Son Selection of Divine Sect. I believe that many Divine Realms will be watching. If we fight, it will definitely spoil the mood, and the other Divine Realms will also be unhappy. If you want to spar with me, we can naturally do so after the competition, but right now, the competition is the most important!"
Shouted Fan Tiangang, blocking all of Jin Shengjun's possible rebuttal. Fan Tiangang used the various Sacred Palaces as an excuse. If Jin Shengjun still didn't let it go, the other Sacred Palaces would undoubtedly be dissatisfied.
"Jin Shengjun, coming to the Divine Realm Temple, it's best to be a good guest. Don't lose face for your Spirit Realm Temple!"
The expert from the Sacred Palace of the Silver Region shouted indifferently. Everyone present almost applauded. The expert from the Silver Region had severely humiliated Jin Shengjun.
"Hmph, Yin Shengjun, do you want to challenge me?" shouted Jin Shengjun coldly, pointing at the Saint from the Silver Domain Temple.
"If you don't agree, we can fight after the competition!" shouted Yin Shengjun expressionlessly. Jin Shengjun was stupefied. He threw his left hand and sat down on a chair.
That was the end of the story.
But Lin Feng didn't understand. Gold Saint Master and Silver Saint Master were both Saints, but they were both from the Holy Hall, and they didn't seem to have a good relationship with each other. Lin Feng was astonished.
"Jin Shengjun and Yin Shengjun used to be good friends, but because Jin Shengjun secretly used godly stones to break through to the Huang Qi layer, they became enemies. Jin Shengjun went to the Spirit Realm Temple and Yin Shengjun went to the Silver Domain Temple!"
Bodhidharma saw that Lin Feng was surprised, so he used telepathy to explain to Lin Feng. Lin Feng was speechless. Breaking up for a few godly stones? What kind of brotherhood was that?
"I declare that the Saint's Selection officially begins!"
Fan Tiangang finally used the loudest roar of his life to announce the start of the competition under the gazes of tens of thousands of people.
Just as Fan Tiangang's roar fell, countless explosions rang out in the surroundings. Then, golden flames came down from the sky, creating a unique flavor in the dark blue sky.
The atmosphere was completely elevated. Countless people were waiting for the birth of the Five Saints.
"The first match will be Sword Sect's Mute Sword against Dragon Sect's Dragon Sect's Chief." Fan Tiangang waved his left hand and the list of participants appeared in his hand.
In a flash, two lights flew onto the battle stage. The battle stage was five hundred meters wide, enough for two people to fight.
It was also the first time Lin Feng had seen the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect talk about Jian Ya.
Lin Feng glanced at the man in black clothes, he looked extremely ordinary but when he looked at the black sword in Jian Ya's hand, Lin Feng could sense that Jian Ya's sword Qi wasn't any weaker than his own.
Everybody knew that Lin Feng was a sword cultivator, and he was famous for his sword skills. He had fused his sword intent with Emperor Wu Tian Jian's.
Jian Mang was doing the same. Besides, Jian Mang's black sword was his own mouth. Lin Feng knew that Jian Mang had won.
As expected, while Lin Feng was pondering, both of them attacked. The dragon head raised his left hand and a gigantic dragon roared. His entire body seemed to have transformed into a gigantic dragon. His terrifying Qi made many people move back. Some people guessed that the dragon head had won.
Everyone looked at Mute Sword, but their vision went black. It was as if something had passed through their eyes.
"Ah!! My hand! "
Just when everyone was rubbing their eyes, the dragon head's miserable shriek rang out. In the next moment, everyone saw Jian Ya holding his sword in his left hand. The sword light flashed, and there was even a drop of blood. When they looked at the dragon head again, they saw that there was a half-centimeter-long wound on the dragon head's left arm, and only a drop of blood flowed out.
With just one move, Mute Sword defeated Dragon Head with just one slash before anyone could react, no matter how thick Dragon Head's dragon presence was.
What surprised everybody was that it was such a short wound, but why did the dragon head look like he was in so much pain? His face was deathly pale.
"Break!!" Jian Muya shouted with an expressionless face. He sheathed his black sword, and at this moment, something that no one expected happened. The wound on the dragon head's left hand slowly widened, and finally, a red line appeared. With a "pa" sound, blood flowed out, and the left hand fell off the shoulder …
"Ahhh!!! My hand! "
Gasp …
Everybody was astonished. They looked at Mute Sword in fear.
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