"In the third round of assessments, we only need to determine the top eight, who will receive abundant blood crystal rewards. Furthermore, these top eight can join Lord Dark Dragon Envoy's mentorship and become his direct disciples."

Mo Bing spoke loudly, "There's only one chance, seize it well."

"Demon King, isn't it only the top eight who are selected? But how is their ranking decided?" a contestant asked, feeling doubtful.

"That's simple enough."

Demon King Mo Bing smiled faintly, "The eight winners will again ascend to the same arena, and based on the order of leaving the arena, those who last longer will naturally rank higher."

"Indeed worthy of the Demon Clan Sacred Land."

Ling Feng silently marveled, this method of disciple selection is truly brutal!

Swords are blind, in such a melee, carelessness can cost one's life.

A smirk appeared on Ling Feng's lips; no wonder Yain Xue was so arrogant earlier, claiming my good luck had run out.

However, those who want to kill me, Ling Feng, must be prepared to be slaughtered!

"Alright, enough with the chatter. Contestants, proceed to your assigned arenas based on the drawn numbers. The competition starts immediately!"

With a shout from Demon King Mo Bing, everyone leaped onto their arenas.

Ling Feng stepped onto Arena No. 1, which was massive enough that fifty people standing on it did not make it crowded. Yet, everyone was on guard, wary of any sudden attacks.

Ling Feng stood quietly at the edge of the arena. He wasn't in a hurry to make a move, but if anyone dared, Ling Feng wouldn't mind "sending" them off.

As for Yee Xue, the girl's luck was good; there wasn't any formidable opponent on her Arena No. 2. She had firmly secured one of the top eight spots in this competition.

Once everyone was on stage, Demon King Mo Bing announced the start of the competition with a shout.

Melee battles are extremely cruel. It's safe to say everyone is fighting against fifty-nine others, with no one around worth trusting. Even temporary alliances might end with a stab in the back the next moment.

On Arena No. 1, everyone unleashed their full strength, attacking those around them frantically, leaving only two unmoving individuals.

Ling Feng, and the Silver Wolf Young Master, Yain Xue.

The two faced each other, seemingly forming an invisible aura between them, permeated by a chilling murderous intent.

The contestants around them kept their distance, not daring to come within three feet, as the terrifying pressure around the two was enough to render any contestant unable to fight, collapsing to the ground.

"I told you, your good luck is over!"

Yain Xue's face was dark, staring intently at Ling Feng. Neither rushed to attack; their strength far surpassed the others, and whoever made the first move would be at a disadvantage.

Ling Feng ignored Yain Xue, standing with arms crossed, leaning against the arena's edge with a faint smile, emanating an air of arrogance.

"Laugh, go ahead, keep laughing!"

Yain Xue's eyes burned with anger, coldly declaring, "Soon, you won't be able to laugh! I want you to die humiliatingly!"

Soon enough, the number of fighters on Arena No. 1 dwindled, and about a quarter of an hour later, fewer than ten remained. Those still standing were high-level Demon Monarchs, sporting some injuries and unstable auras.

Other arenas had only one person left, but Arena No. 1 still had eight, with none making reckless moves.

Apart from seed contenders like Ling Feng and Yain Xue, the other six hoped for Ling Feng and Yain Xue to exhaust each other, intending to take advantage afterward.

"One hundred thousand top-grade blood crystals per person, attack Long Fei together,"

At that moment, Yain Xue glanced at the six high-level Demon Monarchs with a cold voice.

"One hundred thousand?"

The six gulped. They fought through to the third round, earning less than one hundred top-grade blood crystals each. Yain Xue's offer of one hundred thousand stirred them to madness.

"Kid, sorry, demons die for wealth, and birds die for food. Blame us not!"

A blue-robed Demon Monarch snorted coldly, swinging a large axe, with its gleam directly aimed at Ling Feng's face.

Following that, the other five also moved, aware they were no match for Ling Feng alone, but together, six high-level Demon Monarchs could deplete Ling Feng's physical strength significantly.

Yain Xue likely had this in mind, unwilling to fail again.

"I'll give you a chance to get off the arena."

Ling Feng brushed his nose, lazily leaning on the railing, showing no intention of drawing his sword.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

The six Demon Monarchs' fury surged, launching their attacks on Ling Feng simultaneously.

Six potent streams of demon energy soared, vibrant lights flashing. Each one of them, a talented member of the Demon Clan, felt enraged to be so underestimated by Ling Feng.

"Get out!"

Ling Feng roared lowly, and a terrifying force of Divine Sense burst from his eyes, simultaneously sending the six Demon Monarchs flying, each coughing blood and clearly injured.

The Shocking Eye Tribulation's power was fully displayed through Ling Feng.

"Good heavens, with just a glance, he instantly defeated six high-level Demon Monarchs!"

"Who exactly is this Long Fei? Is he a descendant of a Divine Beast?"

The eliminated contestants below stared at Ling Feng in shock. This was beyond belief!

"What profound Divine Power!"

On the high platform, a Dark Dragon Envoy raised an eyebrow, exclaiming.

Although the cultivation methods of the Human Clan and Demon Clan differ vastly, the cultivation of Divine Sense has little variation.

Setting aside the shackles of the physical body, the soul origin of both clans is the same.

"Humph, training Divine Sense is nothing but an evil path! Our Demon Clan members should focus on honing the demon body. This Long Fei is a disgrace to our clan!"

The speaker, a red-haired burly man, was the Red Dragon Envoy of the Red Dragon Hall.

He had deep connections with the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, naturally siding with Yain Xue.

"Old Bastard Chi, your predetermined disciple might not even secure a spot in the top eight," laughed the Black Dragon Envoy.

"Hmph, the competition isn't over yet. The result is still unknown!"

The Red Dragon Envoy glared, cursing inwardly: Damn, this is getting tricky!

On Arena No. 1.

"You've got some skills. At least, it's worth my attention now,"

Yain Xue's eyes flashed coldly; with a "zing," the Silver Frost Heavy Sword was drawn.

With the silver sword unsheathed, Yain Xue's momentum had already reached its peak.

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