Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

As soon as Yang Zhao landed, the other disciples of the Xuanji Sect were kicked down one after another by Lin Chen. The speed was so fast that the audience below was stunned.

Someone rubbed their eyes and asked the person next to them, "What just happened? I didn't see anything clearly."

The people next to them also looked bewildered: "I didn't see it clearly either. I just watched them surround them, then they stopped moving, and then they all flew out one by one."

A burly rogue cultivator shook his head: "Alas, the Wuji Sect is truly declining with each generation. Other forces can at least hold out for a while, but these people can't even last... half a quarter of an hour."

"Yes, I wonder how long the Wuji Sect can maintain its title as the top of the ten major powers."

The murmurs from below the stage reached Yang Zhao and the others, causing the ten of them to blush crimson, like stir-fried lobsters. They had no choice but to slink back to the sect's viewing platform.

Hearing the chatter of the rogue cultivators and seeing how cowardly some of them were, Xuan Ya Zi muttered angrily, "Disgraceful wretch."

On the stands of the Boundless Sect, He Yunzheng frowned and said in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, that was the Law of Time. Those people were frozen in place and could only stand there and take the kicks."

A disciple behind him trembled, his voice shaking, "Elder...Elder, should we continue? There's absolutely no hope of winning."

He Yunzheng glanced at him: "What are you afraid of? That kid is already at his last gasp. If the seven of you join forces to cast the Seven Gods Soul Refining Array, his time law may not be able to harm you."

The disciple glanced at the "weak" Lin Chen on the stage, but didn't dare to reply, his heart filled with bitterness.

The Seven Gods Soul Refining Array is indeed incredibly powerful, but the price is too high... Once activated, one will be like an ordinary person for at least a hundred years.

If their formation is broken on the spot, they will probably never be able to recover their cultivation for the rest of their lives, and at most they will die of old age in twenty years.

To die of old age... what a cruel word, a word they had never even considered...

Thinking of this, he and his six disciples were filled with despair.

They have cultivated diligently to this day, and their lifespan is almost infinite. Who would be willing to gamble their entire future on a single fight?

Regret. All the seven of them were filled with at this moment was regret.

Why were you so blinded by greed to join this commotion? Wouldn't it have been better to stay in the sect and cultivate peacefully?

But we're already here, and the Grand Elder has already set his sights on us. What can we do?

To disobey the Grand Elder's orders in front of a whole room? You'd probably be smashed to pieces on the spot!

If they get on stage... and by sheer luck win, they might be able to soar to great heights.

The group exchanged glances and had no choice but to secretly discuss countermeasures and try to find a way to survive.

He Yunzheng glanced at them, his lips curling slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

He didn't care at all about the lives or deaths of these disciples.

His gaze returned to the ring.

Then another group of people went up, led by Lin Chen's old acquaintance, Shen Ping'an of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

The Hundred Refinements Sect excels in weapon crafting, and most of its profits come from selling weapons and armor. As a prodigy of the sect, Shen Ping'an's equipment is naturally of high quality.

Lin Chen looked at the ten people opposite him, all of whom were equipped with mid-grade divine artifacts.

The weapons, armor, and even the boots were all top-tier artifacts; his eyes immediately lit up with eager anticipation.

Shen Ping'an was already used to his reaction and chuckled, "Brother Lin, when will you come to visit my sect? I promised to forge a divine weapon for you last time, and I've been waiting for you."

Lin Chen then withdrew his gaze and coughed twice: "Brother Shen, don't worry, I'll definitely go, I'll definitely go. Your outfit... is really enviable."

Shen Ping'an chuckled and scratched his head: "There's nothing we can do. Our sect relies on this for a living, and we've put up all our resources. We only came up here to learn from Brother Lin and have no intention of competing. We hope Brother Lin will go easy on us."

Lin Chen nodded: "Then let's have a spar and let me see the power of this divine weapon."

Shen Ping'an didn't hold back either, and led his nine junior brothers to launch the first attack.

Before rushing forward, a disciple in the back row first summoned a Space-Stabilizing Bead, instantly locking down the space around the arena.

Upon seeing this, Lin Chen covered his head and sighed.

Here we go again, another no-fly zone.

He silently greeted them one by one in his mind, while his feet activated the law of speed to begin maneuvering.

The longsword struck the opponent's armor as if it were hitting an incredibly thick iron wall, producing a dull metallic clang. It could only knock the person back a few steps, but it couldn't break through the defense at all.

Moreover, the positions of these ten people were clearly guided by an array, so any attack that landed on any one of them would be evenly distributed across the ten suits of armor.

When he struck one person, it was as if the force of ten mid-grade defensive artifacts were simultaneously neutralized.

It's much harder than the tortoise shells of Luo Chen and his group from the Heavenly Talisman Sect.

What's more troublesome is that these ten people don't care about defense at all when they fight. Relying on the fact that they are wearing mid-grade divine armor, they can be cut down at will.

Ten mid-grade divine weapons came crashing down at the same time, and even Lin Chen had to be on his guard to catch them.

He took three consecutive blows head-on, his hands went numb, and he was forced to retreat a great distance.

Lin Chen sighed; this couldn't go on forever.

The opponents were all thick-skinned and tough; he might not be able to break through their armor even after ten sword strikes. But if ten swords were aimed at his head at the same time, his wrist would ache from the impact of even blocking one.

Moreover, I'm still pretending to be weak, so I can't just keep going like this. If I mess it up, it'll be hard to clean up the mess.

Lin Chen calculated the time in his mind and felt that it was about time. He used the Sword of Time again and then used a series of combos to send Shen Ping'an and the others off the stage one by one.

As for the time it took, it was naturally much longer than the one at Xuanji Sect, thus maintaining the illusion of "enduring injury with dignity".

After Shen Ping'an fell off the stage, he cupped his hands and smiled, "Thank you for your mercy, Brother Lin. I will be waiting for you here."

Lin Chen returned the greeting "weakly": "Definitely, definitely."

Next up is the Treasure Pavilion.

The woman leading the group was a young woman with exceptional beauty.

The fight began, but instead of rushing into battle, he showered Lin Chen with praise, making Lin Chen blush.

Then they launched a feigned attack.

Their fighting style was also chaotic, with each person using their own moves without any coordination, much like a rogue cultivator, except that the treasures they possessed were clearly several levels higher.

Lin Chen remained in a "weak" state, slowly maneuvering for more than half an hour before finally sending the other party off the stage.

The Xinghai Chamber of Commerce was similar; they went up and walked around before Lin Chen escorted them back down in an orderly fashion.

When it was the turn of the Qian Yuan Chamber of Commerce, Lin Chen perked up slightly, wanting to take the opportunity to probe the capabilities of these future rivals.

As it turned out, the opponent sent someone who was unremarkable, with a conventional fighting style, as if they were just there to go through the motions, and they didn't even reveal any decent killing moves.

Lin Chen tested them a few times, but the other party showed no murderous intent whatsoever; it was as if "we're just here to make up the numbers" was written all over their face.

He could only sigh inwardly, and as usual, dealt with them for a while before calmly seeing them off the stage.

Lin Chen stood in the center of the arena, leaning on his sword, his deep gaze sweeping over the members of the Qian Yuan Chamber of Commerce who had just left.

He understood that the three chambers of commerce were just there to go through the motions and complete their tasks.

Merchants are profit-driven, and since they all have interests in Chixiao Star, they would never offend Zuo Qianqiu.

On the stands of the Boundless Sect, He Yunzheng was extremely frustrated upon seeing this scene.

He had hoped that these chambers of commerce could wear down Lin Chen's stamina, but the group was incredibly perfunctory, going up for a quick stroll and then coming down without even breaking a sweat.

Now, only the Qingmu Sect and his Wuliang Sect are left to fight. He couldn't help but look at Qian Wansan, the captain of the Qingmu Sect.