Chapter 468: 467. Chapter 462: Targeting the Ten Xian Sects

467. Chapter 462: Targeting the Ten Xian Sects

Seeing Han Han Qiongsang's Phantom Sea Thorn Whip completely lock down Ding Huan, Yue Yue Linxin's heart turned icy—he was pretending to be weak to lure the enemy into complacency.

He knew the Dafanxian Sect disciple on this arena was far stronger than himself, and far stronger than his sister-disciple Chu Fengling.

But what could he say now? Tell Fengling to surrender and step down?

Yue Yue Linxin opened his mouth, then forcibly swallowed his own thought.

Another idea rose in his mind.

He had lost an arm—if Chu Fengling also lost an arm, it wouldn't be such a bad thing. If only he lost an arm, would he still have any future in Lingyao Xian Pavilion?

His entire spine was shattered; he couldn't even sit up.

Just as Yue Yue Linxin thought this, he saw a figure fly down from the air and land directly on top of him.

Intense pain surged through him.

"Sister-disciple Fengling…" Yue Yue Linxin only managed to call out before falling silent.

Chu Fengling's arm was broken just like his—his was the left, hers was the right.

From the moment Chu Fengling lay on the ground unable to rise, he knew her bones and tendons had been shattered too.

"You knew he was strong…" Chu Fengling stared coldly at Yue Yue Linxin; when she stepped onto the arena, he had said not a word, and she had already suspected something.

"I called your name, but you were already on the arena," Yue Yue Linxin hurriedly explained—he absolutely could not let Chu Fengling think he wanted her to lose an arm too.

Ding Huan had just heard the voice declare "3211 wins," when a man rushed onto the arena.

"Senior Brother Han, you're no match for him…" Chu Fengling, lying on the ground, urgently tried to call Han Han Qiongsang down.

To spare Han Han Qiongsang's face, she used voice-transmission.

She now knew clearly that Ding Huan's strength was no less than that of a Great Yi Immortal. Such a person—no matter how strong they were, they could never stand against him.

In the Great Xian Realm, she had never seen anyone cross a major realm to fight.

Even Left Liang of Jiukunxian Sect couldn't stand against a Great Yi Immortal.

"It's Han Han Qiongsang," someone recognized the man rushing onto the arena.

"Guess how long the Dafanxian Sect's sixth will last?"

"Why not assume Han Han Qiongsang will lose? The sixth is definitely a strong Xuan Immortal."

"Do you know what it means to be among the Ten Xuan Immortals of the Great Xian Realm?"

"Everyone knows—wasn't that Yu Sancheng just a moment ago?"

"Haha, can the top three be the same as the bottom one?"

…

Han Han Qiongsang, rushing onto the arena, stared coldly at Ding Huan, his eyes filled with mockery:

"A mere Dafanxian Sect—how bold of you. You must be here to avenge Yan Sha, right? Haha, Yan Sha's senior brother? Ridiculous."

Ding Huan flicked his long blade, then suddenly asked: "Did Yan Sha have any grudge against you before?"

"None. This Immortal simply enjoys it—what of it?"

The moment Han Han Qiongsang finished speaking, Ding Huan's long blade swept toward him.

Immediately, a chilling aura enveloped the space around him.

Both Han Han Qiongsang and Yu Sancheng were among the Ten Xuan Immortals, but even the Ten Xuan Immortals had tiers.

The first tier was naturally Left Liang—he was unmatched.

The second tier was Han Han Qiongsang and Yue Yue Linxin; the third tier was people like Yu Sancheng.

The moment Ding Huan drew his blade, Han Han Qiongsang realized he had misjudged Ding Huan's true strength.

This chilling aura was pure killing intent—the opponent hadn't even extended his Primordial Spirit, yet merely the killing intent made him shiver all over.

This was a formidable foe.

Han Han Qiongsang reached out and seized Void Double Slash—two faint, ghostly blade edges rapidly spread from his hands.

Under normal circumstances, an opponent's domain would slowly tear apart under the killing pressure of his Void Blade Edge.

He soon sensed something was wrong—his Void Double Slash's void killing edges struck Ding Huan's blade pressure and couldn't penetrate even a fraction.

The suffocating pressure made it hard for him to breathe.

This opponent wasn't just strong—he was absurdly strong.

He felt he had no ability to even retaliate—how could this be an Xuan Immortal?

"Stop…" Fear flashed in Han Han Qiongsang's eyes.

He now understood better than anyone—when Ding Huan fought Yue Yue Linxin and Chu Fengling, he hadn't even used half his strength.

Chu Fengling was right—he wasn't a match for the sixth.

This was a trap waiting for him to come and die.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but under Ding Huan's overwhelming blade pressure, he couldn't even speak.

In this moment, he had only one wish—that the opponent would merely chop off one of his arms, not kill him.

To be honest, he regretted it.

Whether or not he chopped off Yan Sha's arm meant nothing to him. Yan Sha had clearly said his senior brother was strong…

But the next instant, Han Han Qiongsang was even more terrified—he clearly saw Ding Huan's blade pierce his forehead, then a terrifying tearing force exploded inside his brain.

Han Han Qiongsang's Primordial Spirit saw his own brain burst into a mist of blood, then his Primordial Spirit was swept away by a storm of blade qi and turned to nothing.

"3211 wins."

The arena's voice rang out; Ding Huan unhesitatingly seized Han Han Qiongsang's ring, then kicked him off the arena.

According to the match rules, he could take Han Han Qiongsang's ring after killing him, but he could not burn Han Han Qiongsang's body.

Arena Four fell silent.

The Eight-Star Immortal Sect's Lingyao Immortal Pavilion was completely wiped out; two core disciples lost both arms, and the strongest among them, Han Han Qiongsang, suffered total soul annihilation.

Ding Huan waited for more than a dozen breaths, but no one stepped forward to challenge him.

What joke is this? This guy casually killed Han Han Qiongsang—who dares step up to fight him?

Previously, when Ding Huan represented Dafanxian Sect in combat, he had always been a mild-mannered gentleman, never seriously injuring his opponents.

This time, Ding Huan not only severely injured two, but also killed one. Clearly, he doesn't kill because he can't—he chooses not to.

On the distant spectator stands, Yan Sha, whose injuries had slightly healed, clenched his fists.

He was deeply grateful to Ding Huan; now that his revenge was settled, his heart felt vastly lighter.

So what if they're core disciples of the Eight-Star Immortal Sect? They still got killed.

Now he could return peacefully to his sect's base to rest.

Ming Mu was also stunned as he stared at Ding Huan; to be honest, since he'd known Ding Huan, the man had always been gentle.

In both speech and action, he had always appeared kind.

Previous duels had shown Ding Huan wasn't ruthless—he was one of the few competitors who passed all nine elimination rounds without killing a single opponent.

Now he had seen Ding Huan's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Seeing no one dared challenge him on the stage, Ding Huan leapt down from Stage Four and walked toward Stage Seven.

His spiritual sense had already scanned it—Stage Seven was occupied by a disciple of the Eight-Star Immortal Sect's Yan Yue Xian Sect.

In theory, the more opponents you defeat in this arena tournament, the higher your score.

But Ding Huan was different: he didn't just want a high score—he intended to eliminate every single Eight-Star and Seven-Star Immortal Sect contestant.

The only ones who could compete with him for first place were the ten Immortal Sects ranked Seven-Star or higher.

So he couldn't let those sects earn high scores.

If he defeated every contestant from those ten Seven-Star-or-higher sects, he effectively barred them from earning high points in the combat tournament.

The man standing on Stage Seven was Zhai Wangjian of Yan Yue Xian Sect.

Though he stood on Stage Seven, he had clearly seen Ding Huan severely injure Liang Chuanjin and Chu Fengling from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion—and even kill Han Han Qiongsang.

This was an extremely ferocious individual.

He knew he was no match for Han Han Qiongsang; now that Ding Huan had come, he could only grit his teeth and bowed: "Zhai Wangjian greets Brother Liu Liu."

Ding Huan's face was expressionless: "Draw your sword. You get one chance."

"Alright." Zhai Wangjian's longsword suddenly shattered, transforming into countless sword-stars that engulfed the space around him.

Ding Huan didn't move. He slashed with his long blade.

"Boom!" Zhai Wangjian's sword-stars vanished instantly; he felt a chill at his third eye.

Despair surged in his heart—this was it.

He wasn't just no match—he wasn't even on the same level.

Ding Huan now wanted to end this swiftly; he was done playing nice. He didn't have time for theatrics.

"I yield. Thank you for your mercy," Zhai Wangjian cried, seeing Ding Huan's blade hadn't come down. He quickly stepped back several paces.

Ding Huan said coolly: "I advise you not to challenge anyone else. Rest with your hundred points."

"If I meet you again, I'll break one of your arms. Next time, you'll end up like Han Han Qiongsang."

Zhai Wangjian dared not speak another word—he leapt off the stage immediately.

He understood Ding Huan's meaning: he was forbidden from adding any more points for Yan Yue Xian Sect.

On the distant spectator stands, the elders of Yan Yue Xian Sect sighed in relief—they saw Zhai Wangjian hadn't been injured or killed.

Ding Huan's brutal injuries to Lingyao Immortal Pavilion's two top disciples, and his killing of Han Han Qiongsang, had been witnessed by many.

Now Ding Huan was an extremely dangerous figure.

Ding Huan didn't care—he charged straight to Stage One to challenge his next opponent.

He understood that with his current arrogance and dominance, no one would dare challenge him.

Now he had to go out and challenge others himself.

And his targets were clear: if an Eight-Star Immortal Sect disciple was present, challenge them; if not, challenge a Seven-Star Immortal Sect disciple.

Stage One was occupied by a disciple of a Seven-Star Immortal Sect; seeing Ding Huan approach, he immediately yielded.

What joke? Ding Huan killed Han Han Qiongsang—he's a ruthless killer. Anyone not stupid wouldn't dare oppose him.

After all, in this arena tournament, you could just avoid Ding Huan and challenge other stages.

Ding Huan didn't mind either—as long as his opponent yielded, his token score increased.

After leaving Stage One, Ding Huan charged again to Stage Eight.

Because there was an Eight-Star Immortal Sect disciple there—a woman.

In the Great Immortal Realm, there were only three Eight-Star Immortal Sects.

Lingyao Immortal Pavilion had been crippled by Ding Huan and currently had no one competing in the arena tournament.

The other two, Jiukunxian Sect and Yan Yue Xian Sect, each had two disciples who passed the nine elimination rounds and reached the arena.

Yan Yue Xian Sect's Zhai Wangjian had been defeated and threatened by Ding Huan and now dared not step onto the stage.

The only Eight-Star Immortal Sect still active on the arena was Jiukunxian Sect—this woman Ding Huan now faced was Mu Mu Qingqing of Jiukunxian Sect.