Lin Bai's eyes darkened and he whispered: "They didn't specify whether it was 'point until the end' or 'fight with life'."

Xiao Junfeng said in deep agreement: "That's right, they didn't stipulate what kind of result is considered a victory and what kind of result is considered a failure."

"Then the most likely result for the geniuses from the Eastern Region and the Northern Region is to kill each other and achieve the final victory."

After Chai Daoyou from the Wushen Sect explained the rules of the competition clearly, he immediately announced: "Okay, let's start the competition."

"Follow the battle list you agreed upon."

"The first battle is between Shen Xinghe, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect in the Northern Territory, and Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of the Wansheng Mountain in the Northern Territory!"

"When you are ready, you can start."

After finishing speaking, Daoist Chai from the Wushen Sect, Huang Zi, the innate Taoist spirit, and Wu Daoyou from the Zhetian Sect slowly rose into the air.

The three of them stood in mid-air, watching the battle begin.

Wu Daoyou from the Zhetian Sect said: "You can just use your methods and abilities. With the three of us watching over you, your power will not spread out and hurt innocent people."

After receiving the order to start the contest, this seemingly sloppy and serious contest began in this funny state.

Tang Xiong, the leader of the Tiandao Clan, silently glanced at Shen Xinghe, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect, and nodded slightly. Shen Xinghe turned into a shadow and rushed forward.

It stands suspended in mid-air on Tianjian Peak.

Prince Qin also nodded to Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of All Saints Mountain, who flew out and appeared in front of Shen Xinghe.

The two of them stood on the same level, a hundred steps apart.

"When you're ready, you can start."

The strong men of the three ancient forces added another sentence.

Shen Xinghe, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect, was completely hidden in the shadows, as if he had no real physical body and was just a mist that could not be seen clearly.

"Holy Son Wang Zhengyang, I have long admired your great name."

"In the past, when Emperor Chu of Chu State celebrated his birthday, I originally wanted to meet you in the hunting world, but I never found the opportunity."

"Today I can finally see Halloween Mountain's clever tricks."

Luan Tang's laughing voice came from the black shadow.

The voice echoed vaguely, as cold and harsh as a ghost.

Wang Zhengyang looked calm and smiled: "Brother Shen has never seen the methods of Wansheng Mountain, but I am very clear about the methods of Soul Refining Sect."

"I'm afraid this battle hasn't even started yet, but I already have an innate advantage."

Shen Xinghe, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect, chuckled and said: "That's natural. After all, the All Saints Mountain is known as the 'Sect of All Laws in the Demon Realm'. Therefore, if we are competing against divine passage methods and various secret techniques, then naturally we cannot be the All Saints Mountain." The rival of the Holy Son!"

"So I have no intention of working with Brother Wang on the magical path!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow where the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect, Shen Xinghe, suddenly began to spin and tumble, and a flag about a foot high slowly emerged from the black mist.

The moment the Soul Refining Flag appeared, bursts of chilling cold wind blew between heaven and earth, and bursts of painful wails and shrill screams echoed in the space.
Chapter completed!