aken hostage."Okay, let me take care of these few first."Ye Bufan patted Alice's shoulder, then turned his head to look at the bald man. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly used the soul-bin...After seeing the result, Leng Hantian wore a look of arrogance on his face and stepped directly onto the stage.

He had already reached the peak of Da Luo Immortal at just 800 years old, a strength that allowed him to look down on his peers.

Therefore, in his heart, it didn't matter who his opponent was. In the end, the only winner could be himself.

The moment he appeared, the audience erupted in cheers. It wasn't just from Bingyun Valley; there were many admirers from Yanshen Temple and Black Tiger Gate as well.

This has nothing to do with sects, it's about the reverence for the strong.

These people cheered, shouted, and applauded one by one, as if the outcome of the game had already been decided.

"Silence!"

Gong Yang Jian's majestic voice echoed throughout the hall, instantly silencing everyone present.

"Carry on as planned, and draw lots quickly."

At his command, Emperor Leng Bing realized he hadn't drawn a lot yet. He reached out to grab one from the remaining three orbs of light.

In his hand, there was a orb. After opening it, three small characters appeared: Ye Bufan.

A very unfamiliar name, almost no one present had heard of it. However, looking at the lineup of Lingyun Sword Sect, it was easy to guess that it was the young man who had never been seen before.

Outsiders had no idea what was going on, but Ling Jianyi and the others were ecstatic with cheers.

They are also very clear about the ferocity of Leng Hantian. If anyone else made a move, there would be no hope of winning at all.

But Ye Bufan was different. He was a figure who could make the entire Lingyun Jianzong struggle to breathe, even Lingjianfeng wasn't his match in a single move.

As long as the head of Taishang Sect makes a move, not to mention Leng Han Tian, even the entire Bingyun Valley would be nothing.

The cheers of the crowd at Lingyun Sword Sect were met with a chorus of derision.

In the eyes of other sects, these people's cheers were due to the principle of Tian Ji's Horse Racing. They felt that by using the weakest opponent, they had consumed Leng Hantian's quota, which is why they were so excited.

Ye Bufan rose into the air, his movements light and graceful. He stepped onto the platform one by one.

Leng Han Tian stood with his hands behind his back, an air of arrogance on his face.

He didn't take any of his peers from the Four Great Sects seriously, let alone an unknown, inexperienced kid.

He even felt that drawing such a person was a complete disgrace to himself.

"Kid, get out of here! You're not even worthy of me making a move!"

His words were extremely arrogant, but to others' ears it was perfectly reasonable.

What kind of cultivation could a young boy possibly have It's truly not worth the effort of a peak Da Luo Immortal.

Just then, a loud crack echoed through the air.

Ye Bufan's figure flashed, and many people didn't see how he moved. However, on Leng Hantian's face appeared a bright red palm print.

"This..."

The scene was deathly silent, with everyone looking as if they'd seen a ghost.

This technique is too fast, almost beyond the reach of human vision.

Leng Han Tian still stood there with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, his nose in the air, a look of arrogance on his face.

If it weren't for the sound of the slap being too crisp, and if it weren't for the palm print being so clear, many people would have thought they were hallucinating.

"Here's your chance, say it again!"

Ye Bufan's indifferent voice rang out, telling everyone that all this was true.

"You... you actually hit me..."

Leng Hantian was both surprised and enraged. The arrogance and pride on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely ferocious expression.

I originally thought the other party was just an ant, but they ended up slapping me hard in the face. How could I accept this

"Well, haven't you figured it out yet"

Ye Bufan's figure flashed and he appeared before him again. He raised his hand and slapped the other cheek.

Cold and stiff, he stood there, still unable to react.

Though he was at the peak of Daluo Immortal cultivation, Ye Bufan had managed to force even the Eastern Hua Immortal King into fleeing. How could he possibly compare

And with the ethereal dance of light and shadow, he didn't even have a moment to react.

Cold's cheeks were already swollen on both sides, he shook his head to steady himself, and then struck a pose.

"Come on, again!"

In his view, he had just been too overconfident and that allowed the other party to seize an opportunity.

But before his words could even finish, and just as he was getting ready to strike, Ye Bufan appeared before him, slapping him across the face once more.

"Uh!"

Leng Hantian was completely dumbfounded. He had been paying full attention just now, but the other party's speed was too fast.

His palms had already slapped his face before his hands could even react.

"I killed you!"

Leng Hanshan was both humiliated and furious. As the first martial arts prodigy of the sect, as a powerhouse at the peak of Daluo Immortal, when had he ever suffered such humiliation

At this moment, he no longer cared about his status or face. He reached out and drew a silver long sword.

Blades flashed, merging into a dazzling curtain of light.

Just then, a figure flashed. Ye Bufan charged forward again, his blade light disappearing.

When everyone recovered their sight, they saw Leng Hanshan being held by Ye Bufan with his neck in his hand.

There is not a shred of masterly demeanor at this moment, but rather like a chick struggling desperately.

He struggled desperately but couldn't break free, his heart filled with anger and fear.

What is the other party's true strength How could they be so powerful

Could it be a Fairy King But how is that possible He's so young, how could he possibly be stronger than me

"Do you understand now If not for the arena, you wouldn't even be worthy of me making a move!"

Ye Bufan finished speaking and kicked out with one foot, fiercely kicking Leng Hantian in the abdomen, directly kicking him off the stage.

At this very moment, a storm of emotions is brewing within everyone's hearts.

The moment Cold Hand touches the ground, the match is over.

Lingyun Sword Sect won all three battles and secured victory in this round, ultimately obtaining the token for the Hundred Schools Hegemony Competition.

This result was beyond everyone's expectations; they hadn't expected Ling Jianyi, Ling Jianfei, and Ling Jiansi's strength to increase so dramatically.

To my surprise, the two newcomers were incredibly powerful, especially the last one. He was so strong that even Leng Hantian was helpless against him.

Everything was shocking, everything was unexpected. No one ever thought that the weakest Lingyun Sword Sect would achieve the final victory.

Gongyang Jian had to admit, he was a little surprised. However, as an Immortal King-level powerhouse, he quickly regained his composure.

Taking a step forward, I arrived on the stage and stood beside Ye Bufan.

"Ye Bufan wins this match, the battle between the four major sects ends, and I hereby officially announce that Lingyun Jianzong has won the token for the Hundred Sects Hegemony War!"

He sealed the deal with that one decisive blow, directly announcing the final outcome.

The Lingyun Jianzong side instantly exploded, each and every one letting out incredibly excited cheers.

For so many years, they have been the supporting cast, always at the bottom, always the objects of ridicule.

Today, all humiliation and unwillingness have vanished. Since the arrival of the Supreme Master, the entire sect has undergone earth-shaking changes.

From now on, the strongest among the four major sects will no longer be Bingyun Valley, but Lingyun Jianzong.

Some rejoice, others mourn. While they celebrate their victory, the remaining three major sects are filled with dejection.

Especially the Bingyun Valley, originally thought it was something in their pocket, but it was taken away by others. For a time, they couldn't accept it at all.

"This is impossible! It's absolutely impossible!"

Leng Hanchuan had originally been waiting for his fellow disciples to avenge him, but what he got was this.

He couldn't take the blow and jumped out directly.

"This is unfair! It must be Lingyun Sword Sect's dirty tricks. The token should belong to my Bingyun Valley!"leading the charge, every disciple of the demon clan glared furiously at Ye Bufan.They had previously been puzzled as to why the formidable Night Demon Formation had vanished and how the Heavenly Drag...