Celestial Emperor
Yin Lang's

The outer disciple who was Luo Jian's opponent was sculpting. He himself knew how powerful Luo Jian was after making calculations on some inner disciples. Luo Jian himself casually walked towards the stage while waiting for the young man wearing the number one back.

After the number one young man entered the fighting arena.

"Give up all your strength," Luo Jian said coldly.

Just with that cold demeanor in fact, Luo Jian managed to make the opponent's mental pressure decrease.

"Friends, I hope you will give me mercy!"

Swuuuush!

The young man darted towards Luo Jian very quickly, but it was different from Luo Jian's response. The movement which was a science of lightening his body was looking very slow in his eyes. A moment of silence, Luo Jian who saw the young man had been right in front of him. Luo Jian simply moved his body to the side, then casually his right hand punched towards the gap that the young man gave.

Baaaaaaam!

The young man bounced out of the arena and spewed out a mouthful of his red blood. Everyone was stunned by the calm demeanor displayed by Luo Jian.

"Silent but washed away," muttered the elders who were also amazed by Luo Jian.

After determining the winner of the opening match, Luo Jian returned to sit on the bench he had been sitting quietly. A few pairs of eyes from the participants who had yet to understand Luo Jian's strength as they always practiced staring with an unusual arrogant attitude.

"Ciii! What a great Yin Lang it is, with a single blow I might he fly into the sky!" Said the young man with the number one hundred and ten.

The other disciple who already knew the name Yin Lang was certainly only able to shake his head. Perhaps if Yin Lang knew he was being humbled, the moment the two met Yin Lang would kill him over their courier arena. The tournament that was attended by the five hundred outer disciples continued to run for up to three hours. One by one the nature of the disciples began to be seen, many killed other disciples, but there were also some that only made them injured. Amidst the boredom of Luo Jian being a spectator, he suddenly felt a strangeness in Weng Lao who closed his eyes.

"Blood clan light," muttered Luo Jian who arrived to see Weng Lao opening his eyes slowly, then the eyeball turned silvery. And it happened just for a few seconds, of course he knew very well about Weng Lao's identity just from the change of his eyeballs, because he himself was the owner of the light clan in the God Realm himself.

"This is very interesting, even I felt a familiar feeling while being near him," muttered Luo Jian who arrived very curious about Weng Lao's identity.

Although his memory had not returned completely, Luo Jian who certainly still had a little God consciousness was able to know the power hidden within one's body. Until arriving in the middle of his daydream.

"Number thirty-two against number three hundred and fifty-six! Please attendees head over your back immediately!"

Swuuush!

Using the science of lightening his body, Luo Jian headed up the stage. With his current strength that had been equal in Heaven one stage, naturally the outer disciple was no match for him. So that three hours had passed, Luo Jian continued to win the match easily. Now precisely the remaining fifty strongest disciples who would occupy the tournament rankings immediately headed up the stage including Luo Jian.

"The battle this time is, only twenty disciples will enter the next round if you can still survive on stage!" Yin Kun blared.

Swuuush!

With a single hand-made seal, the stage that Luo Jian was treading on grew wider. Because after this they all fought each other. And who gets killed or gets off the stage will be declared defeated. After the students are ready. The battle of fifty disciples in that one stage had finally begun.

The disciples began to attack according to the opponent they could fight. While Luo Jian raised his eyebrows, as no one was interested in fighting him.

"Looh! If this isn't a mission, I don't want to stand out either!" Said an annoyed Luo Jian then twisted his body.

He who did not wish to kill the disciples were actually their lives just a show for the sect, after all, Luo Jian then whirled his body a strand of domineering Qi energy swept away in the wind that made a huge whirlpool of storms whirlpool around his body. All the elders, disciples and of course She Yin and Weng Lao were shocked to see the action done by Luo Jian.

"The strong will survive this wind! And who has no power, I'm sorry you had to fail!"

Swuuuush!

A very strong wind blow spread out, it was created from Qi energy which in fact could only be done by someone who had understood the power of nature and the sky. The fighting disciples were glaring at their eyes, even when the fight was at a standstill, there they were trying to resist the gust of wind that was trying to blow them out of the arena stage.

"Arggghhhh! Yin Lang!" The figure of the young man who humbled Luo Jian at the start was wrathful and tried to walk towards Luo Jian.

Luo Jian raised his eyebrows looking at the young man's face which was extremely annoyed at him. Without many words, once the flickering of the hand, the wind gusts became even stronger. One by one the disciples began to slam out from the arena stage. Until five minutes passed, finally left twenty students who were now a little more going out of the stage.

Swuuuus!

The gust of wind had disappeared, which had now determined the twenty surviving disciples would head to the next round. The twenty disciples who felt the wind from Luo Jian gulped their saliva simultaneously as a single hand of their own fell back. So no one was still on stage except Yin Lang itself.

She Yin who had been feeling bored was now starting to be entertained by the show that Luo Jian had been waiting for. In fact he had briefly muttered that he should get Luo Jian as his personal disciple. After that Yin Kun asked the twenty disciples to stay on stage.

"Now that you can challenge each other, those who win games in a row, he will be the winner!" Said Yin Kun then allowed the twenty disciples to decide.

The nineteen disciples then pointed at each other, now no one wanted a one vs one duel with Luo Jian. And that made Luo Jian sigh deeply.

"My sect head wants all of them to be my opponents" Luo Jian said respectfully.

Everyone was now not too surprised by Luo Jian's request. Because the previous round of course it is certain who is the strongest. Therefore the nineteen outer disciples who were on the stage swallowed their saliva simultaneously.

"You guys don't hesitate, during the battle you can use Qi energy. And I myself will only use physical strength alone," said Luo Jian who now left them shocked.

"Isn't that overconfident!"

"Strong but unfortunately too naive!" Speak to the audience.

Weng Lao simply nodded, and then he asked Yin Kun to continue his match.

"Now begin!" Shouted Yin Kun.