Rolling several times on the ground, he finally fell off the combat platform.

"Zhou Qibai won again?"

"Yeah! I never thought even Zhang Jinzhong from the Five Peaks Sect couldn’t beat him!"

"Even if this guy wins, he doesn’t win fair and square—he only knows how to sneak attack!"

"That’s called strategy. What, you think fighting is all about pure strength?"

"Anyway, I look down on people like him, sneaky and cunning!"

...

The surrounding defeated disciples all started pointing fingers at Zhou Qibai. Most thought he would lose to Zhang Jinzhong, but nobody expected him to clinch another victory, smoothly advancing into the top four.

"Junior Brother Liu, go test Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation!"

In the Immortal Martial Hall, Yang Huaizhen was clearly not concerned with Zhou Qibai at all—his eyes were locked solely on Lin Chang’sheng.

He wanted Liu Qi to probe just how strong Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation truly was.

Know yourself and know your enemy—that’s the way to win a hundred battles. If you can’t even figure out the opponent’s real cultivation, you’ll have to tread cautiously in the fight.

After all, you never know what tricks the opponent has; one mistake and you get utterly defeated.

This time, Yang Huaizhen was here to claim first place on the Celestial Pride List. He certainly didn’t intend to trip up and lose in some stupid way.

"Got it!"

Liu Qi agreed without hesitation. He was already satisfied with having made it to the top eight. If he could help Senior Brother Huaizhen test Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation, that would count as a contribution to the team.

Soon after, Liu Qi leapt onto the combat platform, his gaze settling on Lin Chang’sheng.

"Liu Qi of Immortal Martial Hall challenges Brother Lin Chang’sheng—please come up for a friendly bout!"

Liu Qi spoke confidently. In his mind, even if he couldn’t defeat Lin Chang’sheng, he’d at least force the guy to reveal a bunch of his real techniques.

That way, Senior Brother Huaizhen would be much more prepared for their fight.

Hearing Liu Qi challenge him, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t the least bit afraid.

He’d already figured it out—Liu Qi was here to probe his cultivation, so Yang Huaizhen could feel more confident.

The more they wanted to dig, the less Lin Chang’sheng planned to reveal.

He pressed off the ground and jumped directly onto the combat platform.

"Please."

Lin Chang’sheng made a gesture, signaling for his opponent to make the first move.

This made Liu Qi pretty annoyed. He might not be the number one prodigy of the Immortal Martial Hall, but his cultivation was no joke—did Lin Chang’sheng really think so little of him?

This guy is just way too arrogant.

"Isn’t Lin Chang’sheng getting a bit cocky? Even facing a genius from the Immortal Martial Hall, he treats him like this?"

"Yeah! The top talents of the Immortal Martial Hall are way stronger than those from the Immortal Palace. If he gets careless, he might suffer a crushing defeat!"

"I bet even if he’s not careless, he won’t get past Liu Qi. Making it to the top eight was probably just luck!"

"Getting into the top eight by luck? Show me how you’d get in by luck then!"

...

All around, disciples argued fiercely—some rooting for Lin Chang’sheng, others insisting he was just lucky to make it to the top eight.

After all, up to this point, none of them had seen Lin Chang’sheng really show much of his power.

He’d defeated almost everyone with a single punch.

"Brother Lin, you’d better be careful! Fists and feet have no eyes, swords and blades have no mercy!"

Liu Qi frowned, warning Lin Chang’sheng. The guy really was arrogant.

"You won’t hurt me."

Lin Chang’sheng replied simply!

That reply made Liu Qi’s anger burn even hotter.

He immediately gathered Primordial Power in his palm, then blasted out a punch straight at Lin Chang’sheng.

Roar—

Fist aura surged fiercely, and midway through, several Fierce Tiger phantoms burst forth, charging to tear Lin Chang’sheng apart.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t back down a bit; he struck back with a punch, once again unleashing the Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist.

This Divine Fist was way more dominant than his opponent’s Fierce Tiger Fist.

Boom—

The two fists clashed in midair, detonating in a deafening explosion. The Fierce Tiger Fist was utterly shattered by the Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist.

And that fist aura didn’t stop—it smashed through the Fierce Tiger Fist and kept tearing toward Liu Qi.

Liu Qi’s eyes widened in shock.

He’d figured Lin Chang’sheng just beat weak opponents, so he could win with one punch.

Now he realized he’d underestimated things—Lin Chang’sheng’s opponents weren’t weak. His fist aura was simply overpowering.

"Break!"

Seeing the fist aura slam toward him, Liu Qi whipped out a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure Long Saber from his storage bag, slashing out with all his might.

Boom—

The powerful blade aura crashed against the fist aura, and it took nearly all his strength just to shatter it.

Even then, Liu Qi was sent flying more than thirty feet, scraping across the ground before finally stabilizing himself.

This just showed how dominant Lin Chang’sheng’s fist aura was.

"Such powerful fist aura!"

Even Yang Huaizhen, standing below the combat platform, couldn’t help but feel shaken. He knew Junior Brother Liu Qi’s power well.

Among cultivators at the same level, Liu Qi counted as one of the stronger ones. Yet up against Lin Chang’sheng, he was crushed with almost no chance to defend himself.

This meant Lin Chang’sheng’s strength was probably at the late stage of Void Refining—definitely not as simple as it looked.

"My turn now!"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t want to keep dragging things out with Liu Qi—the longer he fought, the more of his techniques he’d expose.

That would just give Yang Huaizhen more to prepare for.

So Lin Chang’sheng summoned the Divine Thunder Bow and instantly drew it to a full arc.

Crackle—

Lightning crackled on the Divine Thunder Bow, slowly condensing into nine Thunderbolt Arrows.

"Holy crap! Is that an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure? It’s radiating such terrifying power!"

"I’m sure of it—only an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure has that kind of might!"

"Where did this kid get an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure? Is he a descendant of some hidden super sect? Otherwise how would he possess a treasure like this?"

"Lin Chang’sheng’s identity is way too mysterious. Nobody can figure him out!"

.....

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

While the crowd gawked below, Lin Chang’sheng had already released the bowstring on the Divine Thunder Bow. Nine Thunderbolt Arrows shot straight at Liu Qi.

Liu Qi knew just how overpowering Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasures could be—nothing in his hands could block it.

He immediately tried to dodge.

But the moment he moved, the surrounding force field multiplied, making his movement sluggish and heavy.

"What the..."

Liu Qi was stunned. Was this Lin Chang’sheng’s Force Field Realm?

How could he win against someone with a Force Field Realm plus an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure?

He probably wouldn’t even get a chance to see more of Lin Chang’sheng’s techniques.

Within Lin Chang’sheng’s Force Field Realm, Liu Qi’s speed dropped dramatically—there was no way he’d evade all nine Thunderbolt Arrows.

Seeing that escape was impossible, Liu Qi could only swing his Long Saber to block, hoping to take the hit.

But he was way too optimistic.

Attacks from an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure aren’t that easy to block.

Bang bang bang—

Explosions rang out in quick succession, and all nine arrows struck Liu Qi, blasting him straight off the platform.

When he hit the ground, Liu Qi was knocked out cold, his Spirit Treasure dropped from his hand.

His chest was ripped open, flesh and blood a mangled mess—he was badly hurt.

If Lin Chang’sheng had unleashed the Divine Thunder Bow’s full power, Liu Qi would’ve been killed on the spot.

Half power was all that spared him.

"Force Field Realm? Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure? Comparable cultivation to late-stage Void Refining?"

This made Yang Huaizhen’s brows knit tightly.

At first, he’d figured he stood a seventy percent chance of winning.

Now, fifty percent was the best he could hope for.

And even then, who knew if Lin Chang’sheng had more powerful immortal techniques or treasures in reserve?

If he had more trump cards, Yang Huaizhen’s chances would plummet even further.

"Huaizhen, keep this close. At a critical moment, you might need it."

The Immortal Martial Hall elder pulled something mysterious from his sleeve, secretly handing it to Yang Huaizhen.

Yang Huaizhen didn’t dare hesitate—he stepped up and accepted it immediately.

The moment he touched the item, his eyes widened.

"I will give my all to claim first place on the Celestial Pride List!"

Yang Huaizhen answered respectfully, instantly feeling more confident.

With Lin Chang’sheng’s latest victory, he quickly became an object of admiration among countless young talents.

This young man wasn’t even thirty, and he could unleash such terrifying power?

He’d beaten the top prodigy of the Immortal Martial Hall in just two moves?

Seizing first place by defeating Yang Huaizhen didn’t seem hard anymore.

"Remarkable! Remarkable!"

Not far away, Gu Shan watched Lin Chang’sheng and was thoroughly amazed.

From what he could see, Lin Chang’sheng really was the reincarnation of the Void Immortal King.

Otherwise, what sort of person could have that kind of cultivation and treasures at such a young age?