Liao Tianrui, not far away, watched this scene with a hint of excitement in his eyes, though he quickly hid it.

The Old Ancestor was also here at this moment, and he certainly didn't want to be discovered by the Old Ancestor.

The first to take the Arena were some disciples from the Venerable Realm factions.

Such an occasion rarely appeared, so they naturally wanted to go up and put on a good performance.

If they were favored by an expert and taken in as a disciple, that would be a great fated opportunity.

Of course, them thinking this way did not count as betraying their Sect.

Because the Sects they belonged to were all affiliated with the Quasi-Saint Factions present.

disciples of subordinate factions, as long as their talent was good enough, could go to the Quasi-Saint Factions to cultivation.

Fortunately, there were many Arenas, so it didn't take long for it to end.

Along the way, several lucky ones did appear, being taken in as a Named Disciple by Elders of the Quasi-Saint Factions.

Next, the main event began.

A woman in the Late Stage Divine Platform Realm flew onto the Arena.

"Holy Son Xia, my name is Su Wan, and I am the Saintess of the Frost Condensation Sect!"

"Although I know I am no match for Holy Son Xia, I still wish to ask for pointers. I hope Holy Son Xia will grant me this."

Su Wan was very polite; she had truly come to ask for pointers.

"Since Saintess Su wishes to ask for pointers, this Holy Son is happy to accompany you."

As Lin Haoming spoke, he flashed onto the Arena.

"Saintess Su, please!"

Seeing Lin Haoming let her make the first move, Su Wan naturally would not refuse.

"Holy Son Xia, you must be careful."

After Su Wan finished speaking, she immediately drew her sword and charged at Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming just casually waved the long sword in his hand, blocking Su Wan's attack.

Although their exchange seemed casual, a battle in the Divine Platform Realm would not be so calm.

Fortunately, the Arena was protected by a Formation, so it would not cause any impact outside the Arena.

In just a few rounds, Su Wan fell into a disadvantage.

Of course, Lin Haoming was not using his full strength at this time.

The disciples of the Azure Mist Sect saw this scene and all began to cheer.

The reason they were so excited was that when Shen Jiaojiao succeeded as Saintess, she had lost to Su Wan.

And today, Lin Haoming had finally won back this face.

The cheers outside the Arena did not affect Lin Haoming and Su Wan.

After a few more rounds, Su Wan was defeated.

"Saintess Su, I accept your concession!"

"Holy Son Xia, don't say that. I lost, and it was a thorough defeat!" Su Wan's tone was very calm.

She did not feel discouraged because she had lost.

Because their strength was not equal to begin with.

Of course, she had deeply experienced Lin Haoming's strength.

If Lin Haoming had attacked with full force, she probably wouldn't have been able to last even one round.

Su Wan, who was about to leave the Arena, suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Haoming.

"Holy Son Xia, I wonder if we might have time to exchange pointers in the future?"

"Of course, no problem!"

"Good, it's a deal then."

After Su Wan finished speaking, she flew off the Arena.

Next, a few more people went up to challenge Lin Haoming.

Unsurprisingly, everyone was easily defeated by Lin Haoming.

The disciples of the Azure Mist Sect were even more excited when they saw this.

Their Azure Mist Sect had finally welcomed a powerful Holy Son.

Yun Jinghong Yun Jinghong saw this scene, and his face was also filled with gratification.

Their Azure Mist Sect had not seen such a powerful Holy Son for a long time.

Liao Tianrui watched the glorious Lin Haoming, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Keep laughing, you'll have time to cry later!"

"I wonder if you'll be able to handle such a contrast when the time comes?"

Thinking of how miserable Lin Haoming would look when beaten later, Liao Tianrui was filled with anticipation.

At this moment, at the location of the Profound Yin Sect, Mo Wentian looked at the Holy Son He Yu beside him.

"disciple, are you confident that you can defeat this Xia Ming?"

After seeing Lin Haoming's combat power, Mo Wentian was a bit unsure if his disciple could win.

In these few battles, if it had been He Yu, he could also have won.

But he definitely could not do it as easily as Lin Haoming.

Although He Yu felt the pressure at this moment, he did not think his strength was inferior to Lin Haoming's.

"Master, although I have not yet fully figured out his strength!"

"But I still feel that my probability of winning is higher."

He Yu was still very confident in his own strength.

"Good, go ahead with confidence. As long as you don't kill him or cripple him, we will be able to leave here safely!"

"Master, rest assured, I know what to do!"

Mo Wentian nodded; he still chose to believe that his disciple could win.

He Yu looked around, and after seeing that everyone else was just watching, he was unwilling to wait any longer.

So he flew onto the Arena.

"He Yu of the Profound Yin Sect, here to ask for pointers!"

"You are He Yu?" As he spoke, Lin Haoming carefully sized up He Yu.

Lin Haoming remembered the name He Yu very clearly.

Because the other party coming onto the Arena was highly likely to be detrimental to him.

Looking at the situation now, their previous guess was not wrong.

This time, He Yu coming onto the Arena was definitely to harm him.

Seeing Lin Haoming say his name, He Yu could not help but frown and say, "Holy Son Xia, do you know me?"

"I wouldn't say I know you, but as the Holy Son of the Profound Yin Sect, I have naturally heard of you."

"I just don't know how strong Holy Son He is?" Lin Haoming said with a faint smile.

For this person who was destined to become an enemy, Lin Haoming naturally would not give him a pleasant look.

He Yu never expected that as soon as he got on the Arena, he would be targeted by Lin Haoming.

You must know that for those who had gone up before, Lin Haoming had been very polite; why was his attitude like this when it was his turn?

"Could our plan have been exposed?"

However, in the end, He Yu dismissed the thought in his mind.

The reason Lin Haoming was targeting him like this must be because the Azure Mist Sect and the Profound Yin Sect were not on good terms.

After figuring this out, He Yu did not intend to give him a good look either.

"It seems Holy Son Xia looks down on my strength a bit?"

"If you want me to look up to you, you have to show your true strength."

Seeing Lin Haoming look down on him like this, He Yu was enraged.

"Xia Ming, you have successfully angered me. Let's see what you're made of."

"I hope you won't beg for mercy later."

After He Yu finished speaking, a giant axe appeared in his hand.

"Die!"

He Yu roared, raised the giant axe with both hands, and slashed towards Lin Haoming.

The power of this axe was astonishing, causing the Arena's Formation to begin to shake.

You must know that the Arena's Formation could only be forcefully penetrated by someone in the Divine Ability Realm.

He Yu's axe was able to make the Formation shake, which was enough to show that his strength was infinitely close to the Divine Ability Realm.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Azure Mist Sect broke into a cold sweat for Lin Haoming.

Even Yun Jinghong Yun Jinghong looked grave, preparing to intervene at any moment.

As long as Lin Haoming was slightly at a disadvantage, he would take action to save Lin Haoming.

At this moment, Liao Tianrui laughed wildly in his heart: "Kid, this is the price of arrogance."

"Even if you are lucky enough to survive, I'm afraid your position as Holy Son will be lost, and you will live in the shadows from now on."