"So weak?"
Song Yuan couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his attack land on Wang Yan without any hindrance.
In the inner sect, which was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, why were the heaven-bestowed geniuses so weak?
"I'm here."
Song Yuan realized what had happened when he saw Wang Yan's figure shatter and turn into specks of light. He hadn't hit Wang Yan himself, but an afterimage!
Song Yuan turned around in the nick of time, but it was too late.
An indifferent voice rang out, and a palm pressed on his body.
Song Yuan's eyes were ferocious in a split second. Stellar power gushed out from the top of his head and formed a terrifying beast that roared at the sky.
The beast bit behind him as soon as it appeared, as if it wanted to devour everything in its path.
Even the white space became illusory at this moment, as if it was being devoured by the beast!
"Too slow, too weak."
Wang Yan's palm hit Song Yuan's body without any hesitation, and countless streams of stellar power poured out.
The ferocious beast stopped less than a millimeter away from Wang Yan, as if it was being held by an invisible hand and couldn't move forward.
The sharp wind made Wang Yan's black hair and clothes flutter even though there was no wind.
Pfft!
Song Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Wang Yan in disbelief, his face full of horror.
"Soul … Soul skill?!"
Wang Yan nodded without anyone noticing. Then, he gently pushed forward with his right hand, and Song Yuan fell to the ground. His entire body trembled endlessly as if struck by lightning.
Wang Yan became more and more adept at using the Mysterious Heaven Divine Soul Technique as his spirit broke through.
The soul skills he practiced also began to advance to a higher level. They were mysterious and strange.
The soul skill he used on Song Yuan was called "Soul Subduing", one of the 36 soul skills of the Mysterious Heaven Divine Soul Technique.
Once this soul skill was used, it could suppress the opponent's spirit in an instant as long as the opponent's spirit was on par.
Once one's soul was suppressed, one would be like a walking corpse, a marionette.
Seeing the white light reappear and take Song Yuan away, Wang Yan could not help but be absent-minded.
It was no wonder that all the martial cultivators on the Starsource Continent feared soul cultivators. Their abilities were just too terrifying.
Spirit cultivators of the same realm could instantly kill cultivators, their attack methods were even more strange and unpredictable, impossible to guard against.
This was because the attacks of soul cultivators did not rely on star power, but on the power of the soul. The soul skills they used were specifically targeted at the soul.
As everyone knew, a person's foundation was not the body, but the soul.
The higher one's realm and the stronger one's cultivation was, the more important one's spirit was.
In the end, what one cultivated was not the cultivation realm, but the soul.
As long as the soul wasn't destroyed, even if it was crushed into powder, it could be reforged and reborn.
Of course, such a technique could only be used by great cultivators.
As for Martial Cultivators below the Star Condensation Realm, once they shattered, they would die completely. They would not be able to reform, condense, and obtain new life.
"Soul cultivators are indeed very useful."
Cold-Blooded Tie, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, couldn't help but feel emotional as he witnessed the battle.
The reason why soul cultivators were so abnormal was because they were few in number and far too monstrous.
After all, to be able to separate the soul from the body, unless one was a great cultivator, the rest were naturally born soul cultivators.
"Looks like the top 100 of the Hidden Dragon Ranking can't stop Wang Yan. I have to think of a way to make him suffer."
After a moment of silence, Cold-Blooded Tie's eyes flashed. A sly smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
Then, he formed a seal with both hands. An invisible ripple slowly pierced through the sky and entered the mirror.
As the host of the Inter-Clan Competition, Cold-Blooded Tie had absolute control over the Sumeru Space. He could match anyone he wanted.
Other than the Sect Master Nie Feichen and the Great Elder Ji Tianran, no one else knew about this method of hiding in the dark.
Time passed quickly. The scorching sun in the sky slowly moved to the west. The scorching light no longer existed, and all that was left was the warm afterglow.
Wang Yan had gone through a total of thirty battles. Without exception, he had crushed his opponent with one move and won completely, thus advancing to the finals.
There were only three hundred people in the finals. Without exception, all of them were powerful cultivators.
And Wang Yan, with his abnormal strength comparable to the peak of the Star Refining Realm, crushed all his opponents and fought his way into the top ten.
These ten people could represent the Sun Sect in the Martial Competition of the Nine Sects and fight for the title of Revered Martial Artist.
As for the top three, Wang Yan was no longer interested in participating.
Because the top three could get a sixth-grade Earth-class pill. This pill was called the Soul Transforming Pill. Consuming it could strengthen the soul.
However, its effect was much worse than the Profound Yin Soul Pill. There was no comparison between the two.
Because of this, Wang Yan was not interested. He only wanted to end the competition as soon as possible and waited beside Wang Xian 'er.
Just as Wang Yan was feeling bored, a strong white light appeared in front of him. When the white light disappeared, a tall figure slowly walked out.
Almost at the same time, Wang Yan's mind shook violently. All the muscles in his body tightened uncontrollably. This was a subconscious reaction in the face of danger.
"I'll give you three breaths to think about it. Surrender or be killed by me."
An overbearing and cold voice sounded. Wang Yan could not help but frown.
Looking at the muscular man in front of him, whose figure was almost the same as Cang Jin's, he was immediately alerted.
This person was not wearing the uniform of an inner disciple. Instead, he was wearing a short-sleeved coarse robe. He looked like a wild woodcutter.
His face was rough and resolute. His nose was straight and his mouth was square. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His exposed arms looked like they were cast from fine iron.
Every one of his blue veins was like a dragon, filled with terrifying explosive power.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wang Yan shook his head slowly. "I want to know who killed me."
"Top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Zhuo Long."
The overbearing voice made Wang Yan's eyes widen. He almost lost his mind.
Ever since he entered the inner sect of the Sun Sect, Wang Yan knew that the core of the thousands of inner disciples were the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Every one of them was an influential figure. Their power was immeasurable, and they were all extremely talented.
Any one of them could hold their own and stand shoulder to shoulder with the eight grand masters of the Sun Sect. They were the mainstays of the sect.
"You are Wang Yan?
The brat who defeated the weakest of the eight grand masters, Zhou Ao? "
Zhuo Long said with an arrogant face. It was as if Zhou Ao was just an ant in his eyes.
Although he was not happy with this person's arrogance, Wang Yan still nodded.
"It really is you. Looks like you are also a piece of trash. Hurry up and surrender. Don't waste my time."
Wang Yan had already planned to surrender. Since he was already in the top ten, he could totally participate in the Martial Arts Competition.
But facing Zhuo Long's arrogance, he could not help but feel a little angry.
Wang Yan smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, I really want to try what it feels like to be beaten to death."
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