How is this possible!
Qin Tianlin kept his head raised, staring blankly at the two words occupying the very top position. He felt the voices around him gradually fade away, and all he could hear was the increasingly surging sound of his own heartbeat as blood rushed to his head in waves.
Perhaps because he had just gone through an intense battle and his injuries hadn't completely healed, he actually felt a bit dizzy at this mont and staggered back a few steps.
Why is it like this again?
After the dizziness passed, Qin Tianlin felt lost and utterly helpless. Obviously... he had already used the power of a Holy Class, so why could he still not win?
"He actually defeated you?"
The voice in his ear also sounded sowhat incredulous. According to its estimation, Qin Tianlin had already developed his 6th-Tier Class to 100%, and with the additional boost from the Holy Class, his own strength was not to be trifled with either.
Under an extre burst of power, excluding those guys at the 7th-Tier who had already forged a Holy Class, absolutely no one should be able to defeat him.
Could that Su Chen already be comparable to soone who has integrated a Holy Class at the 7th-Tier? But no matter what, he was still only a 6th-Tier. The ferocity of a Holy Class was not sothing that could be easily bridged.
Or could it be that he achieved this through so other thod?
If it couldn't get the Marrow of the Morning Star, then it would be very difficult for it to gain the ability to act independently of Qin Tianlin's body in the short term. Its exploration of Su Chen would also beco a distant prospect.
"This Qin Tianlin appearing out of nowhere did surprise , but he was still suppressed by Su Chen in the end..."
Han Xingliu muttered softly, a look of contemplation and anticipation flashing across his eyes. "He finally made a move. I'll have to carefully examine his battle record later."
The ranking changes on this preliminary leaderboard all had battle records saved, which anyone could view at their leisure to ensure fairness.
"And Qin Tianlin. Although this person cannot compare to Su Chen, having this level of strength is also quite unexpected. I wonder what secrets he's hiding."
"Su Chen... Star Seed..." Beside him, Xiao Linfeng chewed on this na.
"Star Seed?" Hearing Xiao Linfeng's soft mutter, Han Xingliu turned around and couldn't help but say, "Brother Xiao seems to have misunderstood sothing. If he was rely a Star Seed, he wouldn't be able to reach Su Chen's level."
"Naturally, I know." Xiao Linfeng glanced at him. "It's just a pity that he is only a Star Seed."
Han Xingliu was taken aback, understanding the other party's aning. A Star Seed's highest future achievent was only the Morning Star Tier. No matter how formidable they were, it was impossible to defeat an Ancient King-level entity.
He then added, "The next Bronze Ancient King will probably be born between these two."
Xiao Linfeng's eyes flickered, and he said sowhat wistfully, "This damn uniqueness."
"Truly formidable. Suppressed in the blink of an eye."
"Yeah. Rumor has it that this Su Chen cos from a Barren Planet and has only been in the Bronze Sect for two years, yet he's grown to such an extent. It's truly terrifying."
"He's actually from a Barren Planet?" Soone expressed surprise, imdiately drawing a wave of astonished looks.
"You didn't know about this? Back when he beca a Star Seed and erged from that Barren Planet, it caused quite a stir."
"It was widely rumored that he had Ink-Jade Talent, which almost made believe it. Sure enough, it was just a rumor."
"This kid..." Qing Cang's eyes filled with astonishnt. To those who didn't understand the chanics of the Bronze Sect's Challenge System, a change in rankings might just an soone beca slightly stronger and climbed over another.
But in reality, it was far from being like that. Now that the Initial Ranking period had passed, to climb the leaderboard, one had to defeat the target.
If one was only slightly stronger, it was very difficult to achieve victory.
"For Qin Tianlin to defeat He Muyang, he is probably only inferior to those 7th-Tiers who have forged a Holy Class. And Su Chen actually defeated Qin Tianlin."
Fortunately... Qing Cang also felt sowhat thankful. He didn't know what was going on with that Qin Tianlin to have his strength suddenly skyrocket. If Su Chen hadn't won this clash, it inevitably would have caused quite a stir within the sect.
However, even so, being able to occupy the second place position was already quite astonishing.
The Qin Family had been in dormancy for a long ti. Perhaps they would use this opportunity to rise against the trend, adding variables.
The Ancient King Monunt hadn't been sent back yet, but it would return sooner or later. Nine tis out of ten, Qin Tianlin would gain its approval, adding even more variables. Qing Cang frowned.
Further away, Qin Yun's expression was grave. 'Even with the help of those Sunless Embers, he still couldn't defeat Su Chen.'
He had already guessed that for Qin Tianlin to reach this level, he must have relied on the Sunless Embers, which was highly likely related to Fan Zhao's death.
Thinking of this, the anger in his heart burned even brighter.
Trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used as bait; rely making a wedding dress for Su Chen!
No matter where or on what leaderboard, the number one spot would always attract over 90% or even 95% of the attention and focus. To the Qin Family and Qin Tianlin, the reward of being the Minor Star Chief wasn't even worth ntioning. It was just that this year there was an extra Marrow of the Morning Star, but it wasn't sothing they absolutely had to obtain.
In his eyes, Qin Tianlin made this foolish move entirely to suppress Su Chen.
"How many tis have I told him? Just what is he in such a rush for? Even if Su Chen is more formidable and smoothly advances to Morning Star, or even leaps to beco one of the strongest among the Morning Star Tier, like that Zhou Lingtian, what use would it be?"
Qin Yun's expression was cold and silent. "Facing an Ancient King, wouldn't he still be slapped to death with a single palm? Surrounded and attacked by two Morning Star Tiers, he would be thrown into confusion, unable to defend himself."
"Once you enter the Lost Starfire and beco the Chosen of the Sunless Spirit, wouldn't your future prospects be even broader? Why obsess over these imdiate gains and losses!"
As he thought about this, the anger in Qin Yun's eyes suddenly retracted. He bated his breath and focused, reining in his emotions, and sighed.
"Forget it. I am partly to bla as well. If I hadn't made him believe from the very beginning that Su Chen's position as a Star Seed was already set in stone, the obsession in his heart wouldn't have accumulated little by little to its current state."
He still had a decent understanding of this grandson of his. It could be summarized in one word: young.
What he cared about was another matter: 'To use the Sunless Embers so proficiently is absolutely not sothing Tianlin could do. That old ghost hid it from ...'
As the changes to the leaderboard settled, the noise outside grew louder.
Qin Tianlin withdrew his gaze. As a 6th-Tier Professional, his hearing was decent. He could take in all the discussions nearby, which were mostly about Su Chen. Hardly anyone was ntioning him anymore.
Further away was just a buzzing din, impossible to hear clearly.
But falling into his ears, it all turned into disdain and mockery. His previous pride and excitent had turned into slaps across his own face.
"Su Chen... Su Chen... Su Chen..." Qin Tianlin muttered softly. This na had already beco a lingering nightmare in his heart. Whenever he thought of this na, he felt an urge to tear the other party apart alive.
Suddenly, he seed to sense sothing and looked up. More than ten floors above, soone was looking down at him.
"Su Chen!"
Qin Tianlin's fists clenched tightly. The other party's gaze was indifferent and calm, seemingly not taking him seriously at all.
"Damn it!" Qin Tianlin gritted his teeth, abruptly turning and leaving.
"That looks like Qin Tianlin. What a coincidence?" Su Chen glanced downstairs, stepped over the railing, and leaped down.
There were elevators here, but they were too slow. Many Professionals just jumped straight down.
He landed silently, sending a subtle breeze rippling outward. Su Chen hesitated for a mont, looking at Qin Tianlin's retreating back, but he didn't head out imdiately.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him at all costs! Whatever thod you have, tell !"
Qin Tianlin stepped out of the arena, roaring in his heart. Hatred had almost completely drowned his reason.
A voice imdiately rang in his ear, "If you are willing to pay any price, I have many thods. If you can find three 9th-Tier Professionals and let extract their..."
"Wait, sothing's not right!"
The voice in his ear abruptly stopped, carrying a tone of alarm and doubt. Qin Tianlin's footsteps paused, and he subconsciously looked up, just in ti to et a pair of familiar eyes.
It was that person from the Dark Moon Group, but at this mont, the other party's eyes were shrouded in a deadly silent, profound black mist. Qin Tianlin's heart chilled, and he unexpectedly froze in place, unable to move.
Hm?
Qing Cang seed to sense sothing, his brows furrowing slightly as his gaze swept over. But he didn't imdiately find the source of that strange feeling.
Yet soone acted even faster than him.
In front of Qin Tianlin, fluorescent light flowed anderingly, with layers of deep blue and moon-white intertwining. Qin Yun had already appeared before him, staring gravely at the figure standing there.
The figure's pupils were pitch-black and profound, bottomless. The bones of his entire body looked as if they had been kneaded and twisted out of shape by a giant hand.
Crack.
A long, narrow slit split open on his skull from the center of his brow. No blood seeped out, only a wisp of ink-like mist curling around it.
Deep within the slit, a pitch-black vertical pupil slowly opened, rotating languidly like a whirlpool in an abyss. A beam of condensed, tangible black light shot out.
"Black Buddha!" Qin Yun's expression changed drastically. The aura around him surged, and the golden light condensed at his fingertips suddenly skyrocketed. His sleeves fluttered without any wind, and the surrounding air was torn and compressed by an invisible giant force, turning into a visible air current vortex.
The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and fine patterns spread like living creatures, weaving into a do of light covering the two of them.
But it was utterly useless. That pitch-black, deadly silent light seed slow but was actually fast. It ignored space and passed right through Qin Yun, pouring down like ink and landing directly on Qin Tianlin.
At the sa ti, the vertical pupil on Zhao Cheng's head abruptly dissipated. All its power fell upon Qin Tianlin through so unpredictable ans.
All of this happened in an instant. Black Buddha had been gathering strength for a long ti and had already planned how to strike. No one had ti to react.
When Qing Cang's gaze fixed upon it, he only heard Qin Tianlin let out a wail. In an instant, a surging purple fla rippled out from his entire body, transforming in the blink of an eye into a rushing torrent of magma, with faint purple mist steaming from its edges.
"This fla?"
Not far away, Han Xingliu was given a massive fright. Looking at the purple fla rippling from Qin Tianlin's side, he faintly felt it was extrely familiar.
But instinct still made him retreat at the very first mont. The others were not far behind. Even if they didn't know what had happened yet, they retreated hundreds of ters away in a split second.
"Black Buddha!" Qing Cang was also shocked, but his reaction speed was equally fast. With a wave of his hand, a cyan wind current surged from all directions, isolating this central area.
"Tianlin!" Qin Yun's expression changed drastically. Looking at Qin Tianlin wrapped in purple flas, his face was hideous and pained. Streaks of black mist were sketching and intertwining deep within those purple flas.
"Spirit Shards. To think there's actually an old ghost inside these Sunless Embers." A hoarse, obscure voice ca from within. "Fortunately, I struck early..."
"Black Buddha!"
Suddenly, a deafening sound rang out. So of the people gathered around still didn't know what had happened, only feeling a palpitation in their hearts.
It was as if they were being stared at by so lifeform at the very top of the food chain. That terrifying might made it difficult for anyone to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
"Master!" Qin Yun cried out, carrying a rare panic. At so unknown point, the Bronze Ancient King in his normal human form had already appeared by his side, his gaze coldly fixed on the black mist roaming within the purple flas.
The pain on Qin Tianlin's face was gone, replaced by an expanse of calm.
The Bronze Ancient King's face was a field of cold silence, but his hand movents were not slow. His five fingers curled slightly, and fine spiderweb-like cracks had already split open on his palm. Countless streams of erald-colored light spewed from between his fingers.
Every arc of light carried a faint electromagnetic hum, weaving into an airtight net. Faint cyan electric arcs continuously precipitated from its edges.
"Since you've co, this conscious projection of yours shouldn't bother leaving!"
"Leave? Little Yuan Shuo..." Black Buddha's voice carried the indifference accumulated over a long period of existence. "I've never underestimated you. Since I descended, I never intended to leave."
Although he spoke toughly, Black Buddha couldn't help but sigh inwardly. 'Looks like I'll be in dormancy for a period of ti this ti.'
Although he had estimated that the Bronze Ancient King's reaction would be fast, he didn't expect it to be this fast.
Using a Flesh Body to descend, it was indeed very convenient to do things with his abilities as a Great Eldritch God, but it also brought a hidden danger. Ultimately, he had to use his consciousness to control the Flesh Body.
To ordinary Professionals, consciousness was ethereal and unpredictable. Even for the Morning Star Tier, it was difficult to pry into.
But soone like the Bronze Ancient King was already capable of intercepting it. Once it was snuffed out, it would be no small loss for him either.
The surrounding data streams surged like liquid tal, and the threads of light were pulled taut, weaving into a continuously tightening net in the void. They then transford into tangible chains, etched with constantly refreshing streams of data light.
They wrapped around that mass of pitch-black substance, digging into its viscous surface, stirring up fine ripples, forming a regular geotric cage that locked it inside.
The Bronze Ancient King reached out, and the data cube fell into his hand.
At the sa ti, several streaks of light descended from the sky. It was the Morning Star Tiers from the other sects and the Royal Court.
Chu Lingyuan had arrived as well, scattering around the periter. They looked toward the center, doubtful and uncertain. The bursting purple flas were currently converging toward Qin Tianlin's body.
"Tianlin!" Qin Yun's eyes trembled as he called out softly. Qin Tianlin, lying on the ground, had no reaction whatsoever.
The Bronze Ancient King simply reached out a hand, and a dazed Su Chen appeared beside him.
"How did I..." Su Chen's initial reaction was confusion. He glanced back, then looked at Qin Tianlin lying on the ground. "Is he dead?"
He had seen the bursting purple flas while in the arena and realized that Black Buddha had likely made a move.
"Stay by my side, don't go anywhere," the Bronze Ancient King said, his expression grave and composed.
"Master."
Qin Yun looked up, his eyes filled with grief and pleading.
The Bronze Ancient King frowned slightly. Looking at this disciple of his, he sighed inwardly.
'Truly dead or faking it?' Su Chen was still muttering to himself, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a commotion. He saw green data streams rising all around like countless glowing data dragons, ultimately converging into a thick pillar of light.
In an instant, it swept up into the sky and exploded above Dragon Abyss Planet. A bronze-colored tallic mist began to spin and settle, fine asurent markings surfacing on it, condensing into a massive Bronze Clock Dial.
The crowd turned pale with terror, staring up blankly.
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