Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Upon the vast island.

Not far from the entrance of the medium-sized mystic realm.

The deacon gazed from afar at the four disciples from the Wayless Sect.

Suddenly, a streak of light flew from the distance and landed beside the deacon.

As the light dissipated, a figure was revealed—it was another deacon.

"Why are you here instead of presiding over that competition?"

The 'Steward Chen,' who had just been watching the four disciples from the Wayless Sect, frowned and asked.

"It's all over there, we're getting ready for the next round, I'm here to deliver the list."

The other deacon said languidly.

"What kind of joke is this? How long has it been? The round is already over?"

Steward Chen's eyes widened, feeling like the other was joking.

"Who's joking with you? The list for the next round is already being prepared, does that seem like a joke to you?"

The deacon rolled his eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to explain any further.

And just tossed a golden light toward Steward Chen.

Steward Chen caught it and scrutinized it carefully, his expression turning bizarre.

It really was the list for the next round of the competition.

But how could this be?

How could a round end so quickly???

It had only been so long.

Seeing Steward Chen's confusion,

The deacon seemed to realize it as well,

"You couldn't hear it because this area was under a sealing formation earlier, it's normal. Those disciples from the Zhongzhou Hidden Sects, who knows if they were provoked by the Wayless Sect, but they fought incredibly fiercely."

"One of them used excessive force, blowing up the secret realm directly, which even triggered explosions in the surrounding realms. Many were injured."

"Now, most people don't have to compete. They've directly entered the preliminaries for the top thousand."

The deacon said with a sense of helplessness.

Hearing this,

Steward Chen was silent for a moment.

He didn't know what to say anymore.

A single person, using too much strength, blowing up the secret realm, and causing the surrounding realms to explode too...

This...

Well, that's something.

This must be a feud with the disciples of the Holy Lands.

He'd bet that all those injured were Holy Land disciples; not a single disciple from the Hidden Sects would be harmed.

But even if those Holy Lands knew about this incident, they could only clench their teeth and endure, after all, the troublemaker was from a Hidden Sect.

"So, the list you've brought is for the top thousand preliminaries?"

Steward Chen took a deep breath and said.

"Correct, it will start in just a short while. Let those few from the Wayless Sect know, I have to take my leave now."

The deacon said so.

After speaking,

He turned and left, without any intention of staying.

Steward Chen watched him go, then looked at the golden light in his hand again.

The names on the list were all elite candidates.

This round of major explosions in the mystic realm, although it disqualified countless people, left behind those who were undeniably elite candidates.

"Is this also a kind of unusual competition among thousands of sects?"

Thinking this, Steward Chen shook his head with a smile.

He rose and flew towards where Ye Luo and the others were.

...

Steward Chen descended and after relating the situation to Ye Luo and the others, he left the orb behind and took his leave.

Ye Luo and the others gathered around the orb, each checking for their names.

"According to that deacon, this competition amongst the thousands of sects is going to end soon," Ye Luo said, slightly raising an eyebrow.

It was time for the top thousand preliminaries.

It wouldn't be long before the competition amongst the thousands of sects came to an end.

This was something he hadn't anticipated.

Who could have expected that a disciple from a Zhongzhou Hidden Sect would explode all the small-sized secret realms in one breath, eliminating a bunch of people?

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Zhang Han's brows were also furrowed tightly, and the warmth on his face had disappeared. If it was going to end soon, then he wouldn't be able to significantly raise his fame.

Upon hearing this.

Ye Luo shook his head, stood up, and took two steps toward the outside.

"Alright, let's first prepare for this battle. I've checked, and our opponents are all not weak, among which my opponent Ye Zhou is the strongest."

"The opponent of the fourth junior sister, Ye Fang is next. The opponent of the third junior brother, Ye Ku follows, and the opponent of the second junior brother, Ye Xuan is the weakest."

"However, even though I say this, we must go all out even when hunting a rabbit. We need to prioritize stability, especially you, second junior brother. Your opponent is the weakest, so you must absolutely seek stability, understand?"

Ye Luo looked at Zhang Han, instructing him with utmost patience.

"Understood."

Zhang Han nodded thoughtfully.

Su Qianyuan and the other person also nodded, indicating they understood.

"Well, then we just wait for someone from the Cultivators Alliance to come and notify us."

Seeing this, Ye Luo spoke indifferently.

The few of them had a brief conversation and then began preparing for the next round of battle.

Although there wasn't much time between this round of combat and the last, this wasn't a problem for them.

After all, they hadn't expended much in the last round of fighting.

Zhang Han was deep in thought the whole time.

He was considering how he could quickly raise his own fame.

The Respected Master definitely wanted him to increase his fame.

He was the future Sect Master of the Daoless Sect.

If his fame wasn't enough, that would be quite troublesome.

Now, he didn't have many opponents left.

This had already progressed to the top thousand preliminaries.

He had to use every opponent from now on to quickly raise his fame.

But how could he maximize the use of a person to increase his fame?

Zhang Han fell into deep contemplation.

He remembered there were people watching their contests, right?

Perhaps...

He could make the battle a bit more extravagant? Would that not astonish more people and thereby increase his fame?

Zhang Han suddenly felt it was feasible.

Hopefully, his opponent would cooperate a bit.

Otherwise, he would not show mercy.

Having thought this far, Zhang Han already had a plan in mind.

He silently recalled which formations were more dazzling.

Speaking of extravagance,

Starting with an Encirclement Array - Taiyin Dragon Transformation Array wouldn't be too much, would it?

Then following up with a Yin Yang Extermination Immortal Array...

And then an ancient Summoning Spirit Demon Array...

These wouldn't be too excessive, right?

But would this still not be spectacular enough?

Zhang Han mulled over quietly.

After a short while,

Steward Chen returned.

"My lords, the contest will begin shortly, please follow me,"

Steward Chen said respectfully.

"Where is this contest taking place? Surely you still have a large-sized secret realm? Or are we going to a medium-sized mystic realm to compete?"

Ye Luo stood up and asked.

"There are no more secret realms... How could it be possible for humans to control a large-sized mystic realm? Even a medium-sized mystic realm is the limit; however, the Alliance Hierarch said it might not be suitable for your battles, so the battleground has been set in a temporarily cleared space in the center of the island, which is also convenient for the gentlemen in the pavilion over there to watch."

Steward Chen answered patiently.

Not daring to offend in the slightest.

Hearing this, Ye Luo and the others had nothing to say. They nodded and followed Steward Chen towards the battleground...