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Soul Mask.
Indeed, it requires Qi Control Realm's Cultivation to be used.
But is Qin Tian an ordinary person?
With the Perfect Meridian Realm, he can manipulate his own soul.
Under this premise, he can naturally use the Soul Mask at this moment.
Moreover, this battle has already reached the finals of the Nine-Man Battle.
As long as he defeats Zhang Wangchuan, the remaining opponents will have no power to resist.
Victory is assured.
Once the Soul Mask is activated,
the powerful Soul Power surged through the Mask, suddenly descending upon Zhang Wangchuan.
Chilling.
Icy.
The overwhelming force instantly shattered Zhang Wangchuan's defenses.
It was just a single strike.
Zhang Wangchuan, who had unleashed the Golden Bull Strike, immediately fell to his knees.
"I told you, I only needed your dog head."
A foot came crashing down on Zhang Wangchuan's defiant head.
Bang.
Zhang Wangchuan's knee hit the ground hard.
Qin Tian's lips curled into a cruel smile.
Below the arena, all the disciples of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, along with countless elders, trembled in unison.
They had truly won!
It felt like a dream.
Even someone as powerful as Zhang Wangchuan had once stepped onto the Ancient Immortal Path.
Though he ultimately faced defeat on that path, his strength had been significantly enhanced there.
A foot fell heavily.
The proud Zhang Wangchuan was filled with despair.
He had lost.
He had truly lost.
At this moment, his once proud heart shattered into pieces.
Having unleashed the strongest body refinement technique of Lingxu Daozong, he couldn't even withstand a single strike and was defeated in an instant.
"I won't accept this!"
Zhang Wangchuan's face was streaked with tears.
Everything he had worked for turned to nothing in that moment.
He had lost.
Everything was gone.
"Stop!"
Finally, beneath the Arena, three elders from Lingxu Daozong stepped forward together.
In an instant, they charged towards Qin Tian with lethal intent.
They could allow the fall of Zhang Wudao.
Zhang Lingxu fell.
However, they absolutely could not permit Zhang Wangchuan to fall.
Zhang Wangchuan was their Heavenly Pride of Lingxu Daozong.
Once Qin Tian truly stepped into the Southern Three Great Sects this year,
Three years later, Zhang Wangchuan would undoubtedly be able to dominate all.
He would lead the younger generation of Lingxu Daozong back to the peak.
Anyone could be lost.
But he could not!
Yet, even as they charged forward,
Even as they unleashed their strongest techniques,
They still could not change the unfolding scene.
Powerful chains of energy appeared beside the three elders.
This was a formation personally laid down by the Martial God Senior.
Even the three elders could not break through in an instant.
With this moment of conflict, all the elders of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect stepped forward together.
They stood in front of the three.
It was not about who would win in a one-on-one fight; just comparing their numbers, the three elders were already filled with despair.
"It’s meaningless!"
The elder on the left from the Lingxu Daozong sighed.
"What do you mean it’s meaningless? Kill them!"
The leading elder finally erupted in anger.
With a single palm strike, a powerful surge of spiritual energy rushed forth instantly.
Taking advantage of the gap in the elders' formation, it surged towards Qin Tian.
"This is bad."
Beside him, a figure stepped forward slowly.
It was Wu Qingyuan.
He collided solidly with the blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He staggered back three or four steps.
Even so, he still chose not to give up.
"Stop them!"
Wu Qingyuan roared.
The other elders surged forward.
The elders engaged in fierce combat.
The intense clashes were far from over.
Qin Tian's foot came down hard on Zhang Wangchuan's head, smashing it into the ground.
He looked down at the Arena, where Third Senior Brother lay without a head.
"Third Senior Brother, this head is yours!"
Qin Tian would never forget the intense explosions that echoed from Third Senior Brother's Cave every night for the past six months.
It was his unyielding spirit towards life.
He had forcefully walked out of a situation that was certain death.
This was the kind of courage that we cultivators should possess.
How could someone who feared nothing, not even death, be defeated by anything else?
"Slash!"
The Third Senior Brother stepped forward and appeared right in front of Zhang Wangchuan.
"Don't kill me! I can give you anything you want. Please, don't kill me. No!"
Zhang Wangchuan cried, tears streaming down his face at that moment.
He did not want to die.
He couldn't believe that without his head, he could survive as strongly as the person before him.
He didn't want to try.
"Save those words for Yama!"
The Third Senior Brother did not disappoint Qin Tian, bringing his hand down in a swift strike.
Zhang Wangchuan's head fell with a thud.
However, at that moment, a purple light that no one had seen quickly vanished from this place.
In Qin Tian's right eye, a figure slowly emerged, gazing at the purple light that had disappeared into the sky.
A soft chuckle escaped.
"Kid, I think your journey on the Ancient Immortal Path is about to become much more interesting."
As Martial God Senior's words fell, Qin Tian's pupils suddenly contracted.
A sense of foreboding arose.
"Heh, it seems this kid really has some tricks up his sleeve. But come what may, I will face it head-on. Without challenges, without life and death, the Ancient Immortal Path holds no meaning for me. Wouldn't you agree?"
Qin Tian, wise as a fox, instantly understood the implication behind Martial God Senior's words.
Clearly, this Zhang Wangchuan must have a backup plan.
However, this backup plan held no significance for Qin Tian.
He was someone who thrived on challenges and reveled in being pushed to the brink.
Without these challenges, the journey on the Ancient Immortal Path would lose at least half its allure for Qin Tian.
"Your heart is quite big. However, this mindset is what a true strong person should possess. If you are afraid, heh, I would be disappointed in you!"
Martial God Senior was not the least bit intimidated by Qin Tian's words.
In fact, if Qin Tian hadn't said that, he would have been disappointed.
Seeing Zhang Wangchuan fall, the three elders of Lingxu Daozong said nothing.
They turned to leave.
Yet, at the very last moment before departing, the leading elder cast a cold glance at Qin Tian.
"Perhaps you don't know what kind of freaks were cultivated by Wangchuan back in the day on the Ancient Immortal Path. I just couldn't help but want to give you a heads-up."
He sneered disdainfully.
"None of those people are ordinary; they are all freaks. In fact, one of them is a terrifying existence ranked among the top ten on the Tiger List of the Southern Dragon and Tiger Rankings. Heh, Qin Tian, I advise you to deliberately lose a few matches and avoid going to the Ancient Immortal Path. Otherwise, you won't be able to come back!"
As his words fell, everyone was taken aback.
Southern Dragon and Tiger Rankings.
There, on the vast land of Tian Nan, gathered the young generation who had not joined the Three Great Sects, fifty extraordinary Heavenly Pride.
Even those ranked on the Dragon List could contend with the Heavenly Pride of the Celestial Gate.
Moreover, this ranking was jointly arranged by the Three Great Sects.
Although the Tiger List was a tier lower than the Dragon List, its significance was absolutely remarkable.
In fact, with Zhang Wangchuan's strength, he had not qualified to enter the Tiger List in his time.
The Tiger List consisted of thirty individuals. To step into the top ten was an extraordinary feat, a rarity among the Heavenly Pride of Southern Land.
“Qin Tian?”
Wu Qingyuan hesitated for a moment after watching everyone from Lingxu Daozong depart.
“It’s fine. No matter who it is, I will defeat them,” Qin Tian declared with extraordinary confidence.
Moreover, this confidence stemmed from his sufficient strength.
If Qin Tian had said this a day earlier, perhaps no one would have believed him.
However, today, when Qin Tian spoke those words, no one dared to question him anymore.
He had earned that qualification.
"That's good!" Wu Qingyuan chuckled lightly.
After consecutively slaying the Three Great Prodigies of Lingxu Daozong, Qin Tian had transformed into a war god in everyone's hearts.
No one dared to challenge his brilliance anymore.
The three Heavenly Pride of Ziyang Immortal Sect collectively chose to forfeit.
Qin Tian had achieved a remarkable record of six consecutive victories.
At this point, the two Heavenly Pride members from the Xuan Yang Sword Sect naturally could not oppose Qin Tian.
Even Rokai, who had previously clashed with Qin Tian, raised his hands in surrender at this moment.
"We have never truly faced each other. During the Inner Sect Ranking Tournament, for certain reasons, I did not strike against you. Today, without affecting your advancement in any way, I wish to have a contest between men."
With everyone else conceding, Renfeng Peihai Dong slowly stood up.
He walked towards Qin Tian.
On the arena, the two figures faced each other from a distance.
Below the arena, tens of thousands of spectators raised their arms in unison.
A month ago, due to Gong Xueyi's persuasion, Pei Haidong did not obstruct Qin Tian's path to victory.
Now, a month later, without impacting Qin Tian's progression, Pei Haidong wanted to engage in a fair battle with him.
Qin Tian admired Pei Haidong, this man.
"Give it your all. I want to know just how much of a gap there is between us."
Pei Haidong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and in his leopard-like eyes, a sharp glint flickered.
He did not want Qin Tian to hold back, considering their brotherhood as fellow disciples.
He wanted to see just how much he was lacking compared to Qin Tian.
Naturally, Qin Tian would not go easy on him.
That would be disrespectful to Pei Haidong.
In fact, he held a great deal of respect for this opponent.
In an instant, the two figures vanished.
A fierce collision ensued.
After seven exchanges.
Bang!
The two figures were sent flying dozens of feet away.
They landed at the very edge of the Arena.
Pei Haidong was drenched in sweat.
Qin Tian remained calm and composed.
The outcome was clear.
"I lost."
Pei Haidong showed no signs of pretense.
A loss was simply a loss.
"You are strong. Let go of your restraints. The next three years will see you leading the Xuan Yang Sword Sect to stand at the pinnacle of the Three Sects."
Qin Tian spoke his thoughts sincerely.
"Thank you."
Pei Haidong nodded, turning to leave the arena.
The Nine-Man Battle had concluded.
Qin Tian, with an undefeated record of eight victories, ranked first.
He would represent the Xuan Yang Sword Sect in the Ancient Immortal Road Competition seven days later.
"I'm one step closer to catching up to you!"
Qin Tian smiled lightly, gazing at the sky, the stone that had been hanging in his heart finally fell.
If he were to fall on this Arena this year, he would lose the qualification to pursue Gong Xueyi.
Fortunately.
He made it through.
"Xueyi, wait for me to marry you. No matter if the path ahead is a mountain of knives or a cliff of fire and brimstone, I will find you. By then, no one will be able to stop us from being together!"
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