Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han's brow twitched. He hadn't expected his opponent to arrive so quickly. He bent his knees and leaned back sharply, using a "Iron Bridge" move to narrowly dodge the horizontal slash.

Using the momentum from his backward movement, he braced himself with both hands, performed a somersault, and landed steadily back on the ground.

"Hmph, you're quite nimble. You even know some common martial arts. But how long can you hide?"

Li Hui grinned menacingly, revealing a mouthful of chilling white teeth. With a twist of his wrist, the giant axe swung around in the air, changing from a horizontal grip to a vertical one, the long handle passing over his shoulder, aiming at the direction Yao Han was retreating, and then fiercely slashing!

Meanwhile, he kept observing Yao Han's actions, and seeing that the other party was showing signs of backing down, Li Hui's smile widened.

He had noticed early on that this person had been keeping his distance and seemed unwilling to engage in close combat.

Don't want close combat? I'll just keep beating you down!

Li Hui's feet seemed to glow with spiritual light as he swung his great axe amidst the yellow sand, black winds raging and blades flashing in rapid succession!

Sometimes slashing diagonally, sometimes vertically, the attacks were chaotic yet surprisingly effective. Under the relentless onslaught, Yao Han had no time to cast spells or perform hand seals; he could only dodge constantly. His Taoist robe was disheveled, with one cut after another appearing on it, making him look quite disheveled.

Sighs rose from the crowd on all sides, and some people shook their heads repeatedly:

"It's quite impressive that this young man has persevered this far. It's a pity that there's still an insurmountable chasm between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment!"

"I can see that this fellow Daoist is probably only good at using spells for long-range attacks. Once he is suppressed at close range, he has no way to deal with it."

"Let's call it a day. There's no point in watching anymore; the odds of winning are slim."

"This Foundation Establishment senior's axe stance is quite remarkable, but I wonder which school's physical technique it belongs to..."

As if echoing the discussions of these people, Li Hui swung his giant axe, becoming more and more courageous in battle. The blade's edge transformed into black light, carrying an invincible momentum, leaving countless deep cracks on the execution platform. The already dilapidated stone platform seemed about to collapse in two amidst this thunderous roar.

Black blades cracked the earth, and yellow sand filled the sky. Yao Han was like a small boat tossed about in the wind and rain, dodging left and right in the face of the surging killing intent. More and more cuts appeared on his clothes, and the knot that tied his hair was accidentally torn. His long hair was scattered messily and fluttered in the wind.

"It's time to end this!"

A murderous glint flashed in Li Hui's eyes. After another horizontal slash, he gathered all his magical power and instantly released the giant axe from his hand. The axe was suspended in mid-air, its dark light flashing and blood energy rising. The crimson-black spiritual mist was extremely dense, and his aura continued to rise. The pool water trembled, and the world lost its color!

"die!"

Evil energy surged on the axe blade, and the bone-carved ghost mask seemed to come alive, cracking its white teeth and laughing maniacally. It locked Yao Han's energy and plummeted down!

Some people in the stands turned their heads away, wiping their faces with their hands, unable to bear watching any longer.

Yao Ailan jumped to her feet, tears welling in her eyes, and cried out in surprise:

"elder brother--!!!"

However, Yao Han, who had already been condemned to death by everyone, did not show much fear on his face.

He heard Lan'er's call, and even had a moment to glance at her, returning her a reassuring smile.

Then, he looked up at the axe blade that was about to take his life, without summoning any magical artifacts to protect himself or using any spells to stop it.

He made the simplest gesture: he swung his fist upwards.

"Hahahaha! You actually dared to try and stop my Ghost-Faced Axe with your bare body? Have you lost your mind?! This is a mid-grade magic weapon!"

Li Hui laughed dismissively, his eyes full of mockery towards Yao Han. He simply manipulated the axe blade, his mind already conjuring up the image of Yao Han being cleaved in two, his flesh and blood flying everywhere!

However, the scene he had imagined did not seem to happen, and what happened next left him frozen in place.

Not only him, but almost everyone watching at the scene froze, their expressions turning to astonishment.

The moment the fist collided with the axe blade, there was no earth-shattering sound; both remained in place, and time seemed to stand still.

But in the next instant, a crisp cracking sound came from the stage. The sound was so abrupt that everyone heard it clearly.

All eyes were focused on Yao Han, the Qi Refining cultivator whom no one had high hopes for, who was completely unharmed despite being struck by a mid-grade magic weapon!

At the same time, someone finally discovered the source of the crisp sound. A crack appeared on the giant axe with the ghost face that was suspended in mid-air. The crack was like a spider web that was growing wildly, spreading continuously on the dark axe surface, getting bigger and bigger and longer!

Once the spiderweb covered the axe, with an even louder cracking sound, the entire axe shattered in mid-air, turning into countless fragments of varying sizes that flew in all directions, splashing up water in the pool below.

Li Hui's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

The entire hall was silent; not a sound could be heard.

Below the stage, Cao Li's expression was even more exaggerated than Li Hui's. His face was pale, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and he unconsciously took a half step back.

Damn it, he shattered a magical artifact with his bare hands! Is this guy surnamed Yao human or demon?!

Is this Qi Refining? Is this some kind of Qi Refining cultivator?

This person is incredibly cunning; he's even hiding his cultivation level!

To the north, Fang Tingyu, sitting among the crowd, had a glint in her eyes, her gaze fixed on Yao Han.

Compared to the shock of her two attendants, her expression remained relatively calm, but her right leg under her skirt was trembling uncontrollably.

On the east side, Zhou Yunli and Song Zhiyu, who had been on tenterhooks, finally breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and their tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Standing beside Song Zhiyu, Yao Ailan stared blankly at everything. After a long while, she raised her arm to wipe her eyes, a bright smile spreading across her face as she waved and shouted:

"Well done!!!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, one sound evokes ten thousand shouts. This unbelievable scene finally brought the onlookers back to their senses. In an instant, cheers, discussions and doubts rose up in the crowd like a tide, turning into a monstrous wave!

"Qi refining? No, it doesn't seem like qi refining. Hmm, it does seem like qi refining, that's right, that's right."

"How could it be Qi Refining! This young man has been hiding his cultivation level. If he didn't have Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could he shatter a magic weapon with his bare hands!"

"In my humble opinion, this person's cultivation is undoubtedly at the Qi Refining level, but he must have cultivated some powerful body-refining technique! To be able to cultivate a Foundation Establishment body with only Qi Refining cultivation is truly inconceivable!"

"Who is this person? I've never seen him in the market before. Was that little girl his sister?"

"Such astonishing strength! Whoever he is, he's sure to become famous throughout this market after today..."

"A cultivator with Qi Refining cultivation yet possessing a Foundation Establishment body—how many cultivators like this are there in the Eastern Ridge? I'm telling you this now: this person's future is limitless!"

Amidst the clamor, Yao Han remained calm, silently retracting his arm and gently moving his wrist, with wisps of white smoke drifting and flashing above his knuckles.

He stretched his body and looked at Li Hui, who was still in a daze:

"Have you had enough? Isn't it my turn?"