Supreme Cultivation System ：The Last Survivor

0Looking at Lee Mubai's expression, Lee Shaoyu knew that he had already believed Jian Chen's words. It could be said that he had confirmed his identity. In the past, he had suspected him, but after seeing Lee Mubai, he didn't show any abnormal signs. He must have thought that Lee Mubai was too old, so he dispelled his doubts.    0

    

But now, Jian Chen's words were enough to confirm his suspicions. Lee Shaoyu couldn't help but move away from the crowd and came to Zhang Lin's side. He secretly communicated with Zhang Lin via voice transmission, informing him that his identity might have been exposed. The two of them immediately began to discuss countermeasures in secret.    

    

Soon, the teams from Snowfall Palace and Heaven Zen Sect arrived one after another. The ranking competition for the Hidden Dragon Ranking had officially begun. There were thirty rings in the huge Martial Arts Practice Field. The top hundred young geniuses of the Hidden Dragon Ranking could challenge others to fight for the ranking. There would be someone from Tianji Pavilion responsible for recording the ranking. Of course, even the young geniuses who weren't on the Hidden Dragon Ranking could challenge them on the stage. As long as they defeated any one of them, they would be able to replace his current ranking.    

    

The battle started very quickly. Many geniuses were fighting each other to challenge others. The entire Martial Arts Practice Field was bustling with noise and excitement as they wanted to change their ranking. However, Lee Shaoyu didn't have the mood to watch because he found out that Dubidao was missing. He didn't know what Dubidao was up to, so he felt a little uneasy. However, he couldn't leave the arena at this time. Old Master Zhang's goal was too big, and almost everyone in the Sword-management Villa knew him. He could only hope that Dubidao wouldn't cause too much of a commotion.    

    

After half a day, many young experts had come to challenge or accept challenges from others. There was only one exception, Jian Aotian, who was ranked first in the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Up until now, not a single person had dared to challenge him. * Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! It could be said that his position was as stable as a rock. It seemed like his position was as stable as a rock. It seemed like the deterrence of Sword Immortal Hall was really great. Even the strongest disciple of Heavenly-sword Palace who was ranked second had accepted a challenge, but no one dared to challenge Long Aotian.    

    

The battle on the first day lasted until the night fell. Lee Mubai held a banquet to entertain many guests. This kind of grand ceremony usually lasted for about ten days before the end. The first day was just the beginning of the warm-up competition. The following competition would become more intense, and more experts would appear. Many hidden figures of Proud Son of Heaven would jump out all of a sudden.    

    

Only after the banquet ended did Dubidao slowly return to a private courtyard arranged for the Huanyu Alliance. He returned to his room without saying a word. Lee Shaoyu didn't ask much, as long as nothing happened.    

    

When the ranking battle reached the ninth day, the situation became even more intense. Dozens of Proud Son of Heaven characters who had never appeared in public appeared out of nowhere, replacing the old man on the ranking list. The Hidden Dragon Ranking had undergone a huge change. In these nine days, Dubidao left early and returned late every day. He was so mysterious that no one knew what he was doing. However, nothing unexpected happened. Lee Shaoyu slowly calmed down. He had been paying attention to the matches in the arena these few days, observing and studying the techniques and moves of Proud Son of Heaven from other forces. Many new insights had helped him greatly, but the Huanyu Alliance seemed to be in a bad situation. Only three disciples of the Xuandao Sect had come to participate in the competition, and two of them had been beaten out of the top 100. The only one left was Qin Lang's grandson, Qin Feng, who was still persisting in the competition. This kid's talent and strength were indeed not bad.    

    

The ranking battle had reached its tenth day, and the situation had reached its most tragic moment. Moreover, someone had challenged Jian Aotian, who was ranked first on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. This person was none other than the Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord, who had always been standing behind Lee Shaoyu. This could be said to be an unexpected battle. It had caused quite a stir. How many years had it been? The ranking battle between the disciples of Sword Immortal Hall had never changed. It seemed like this had become a rule that no one could change the position of the first place in the ranking battle. * Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!    

    

The Heavenly Slaughter Saint Sovereign was about the same age as Lee Shaoyu, and he did have the qualifications to challenge Lee Shaoyu. Although Jian Aotian was a little surprised, he still had to accept the challenge. Therefore, after ten days of sitting on the cold bench, he finally moved.    

    

Jian Aotian was only twenty-four years old. It could be said that he was a little younger than Lee Shaoyu. He had a fair face, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes. There was a faint divine glow on his body. It was obvious that his cultivation technique was very powerful. Before this, he had not moved at all. However, now that he had stepped onto the stage, he immediately attracted a wave of surprise. He was like a dormant barbarian dragon. His Qi suddenly burst out, instantly suppressing the many young Proud Son of Heaven in the arena. When he inhaled and exhaled, boundless immortal mist was circulating between his nose and mouth. His Qi was terrifying. His eyes were emitting a brilliant divine light. Clearly, he was cultivating an amazing Pupil Technique.    

    

However, the aura of the Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord wasn't weak either. Vast amounts of blood was circulating around his body. His body was surging with killing intent, like an awakened ancient demonic beast. It immediately attracted the attention of many big shots. They never thought that this young man from the Huanyu Alliance would be so powerful. They were afraid that he really had the strength to fight Jian Aotian.    

    

Although Lee Shaoyu didn't understand why the Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord would suddenly call out for help, he really wanted to see how strong this descendant of the Sword Immortal Hall was. After all, the Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord was indeed very strong. He was also at the late stage of the Sky Flight realm. He was ranked in the top three among the candidates of this year's competition. There must be a fierce battle between the two of them.    

    

"I have always fought with all my strength, even if the other party is just an ant. Therefore, I might not be able to hold back my attack. You must be mentally prepared." Jian Aotian raised his hand and took out a long sword. There was an ancient aura flowing on the sheath. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary sword. This sentence was like a warning to the Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord, because he felt that his dignity had been challenged. He had to wash it with blood. As the descendant of Sword Immortal Hall, no matter where he went, he would always become the focus of everyone's discussion. For tens of thousands of years, he had easily won the first place in this ranking battle. He never thought that he would be challenged today. This was the same as slapping his face. This battle was destined to not end well.    

    

"That's really great. My move is also a killing move. I'm afraid that I might accidentally injure you." The Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord was also proud. He directly opposed Jian Aotian. A blood-red long blade appeared in his hand. There was divine light flowing on the blade. Clearly, it was also a high grade spiritual artifact.    

    

Kill!    

    

The Heavenly Slaughter Saint Lord shouted loudly. He took the lead to transform into a bloody light and charge towards Jian Aotian. He was extremely good at attacking, and he was extremely murderous. When his realm was low, he had already killed many of the lower-level powers. In the Meteorite Sword Secret Realm, he had even killed many people. His body had already developed a strong invisible killing intent. At this moment, the killing intent in his body was released crazily. An illusion appeared around them, as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rising from it. Countless vengeful souls were howling. The lower realm Cultivators that were closer to him all had a very uncomfortable feeling.    

    

Before the killing intent reached them, it already swept out like a tide and enveloped the surroundings. If the lower realm Cultivators were to face such a dense killing intent, they would probably directly lose their fighting intent and lose without fighting.