Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

"A sixth-level Golden Core cultivator, killing Kwong Sing-chi in a single move... This is absolutely impossible! Just who is this person?"

"When did such a monster emerge from the Six Sects of Nanling...?"

The crowd stared intently at the arrogant young man in the center of the crowd. A moment of complete silence followed, then someone suddenly slapped their thigh, their eyes gleaming, and shouted at the top of their lungs, "I know! I know who he is!"

"The rumors that were circulating recently—that Ning Jin, the genius of the Ziyun Sect ranked 85th on the talent list, was defeated in one strike by a young man at the fifth level of the Golden Core stage—could it be him?!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember! I initially thought it was just hearsay, but now it seems..."

"I heard that the one who defeated Ning Jin was a member of the Xu family from Nanheng City, and coincidentally, this person also has the surname Xu..."

"No wonder Stephen Chow couldn't stop him! Even Ning Jin, who was ranked higher than him, fell to his blade!"

"Hiss... This kid's only in his early twenties, right? So incredibly talented at such a young age, how did he cultivate like that?!"

The discussion erupted like a boiling pot, instantly sweeping across the entire venue.

The way everyone looked at Xu Mofeng changed again, their awe mixed with deep horror.

They've seen geniuses before, and they've heard of challenges beyond their level, but to defeat an opponent by leaping four or five major realms across the Golden Core stage in one go, and not just once or twice, but every time targeting a genius on the Elite Ranking, is truly unheard of and unseen.

For an ordinary genius to defeat someone of the same level and be able to appear on the list of outstanding talents, they are already among the best of their generation and can be called a prodigy.

What should we call something that can crush prodigies beyond its level?

A pervert? Or a monster?

As Zhong Ling and Shangguan Dongxue listened to the surrounding discussions, their already shocked minds were thrown into turmoil.

They simply couldn't reconcile the image of the knife-wielding youth before them with that of the disciple who had shown promise at the Six Sects Martial Arts Competition two months prior.

"His combat power has increased to this extent in just two months... Did he hide his true strength back then, or is his cultivation speed really that outrageous...?"

Zhong Ling appeared dazed and muttered to himself.

Shangguan Dongxue felt a mix of emotions. Although he acknowledged Xu Mofeng's strength, he secretly considered him to be in the same tier as himself, thinking that with a little effort, he could still catch up.

But who could have imagined that in just two months, the opponent's strength would completely surpass their level, approaching the realm of leaders of the six sects such as Feng Wubian and Duan Lengchan.

Such a disparity is truly hard to accept.

"You people from the Six Sects of Nanling, just you wait!"

Several disciples of the Beidou Sect carried the unconscious Kuang Xingchi, uttered a fierce but cowardly remark, and then hurriedly slipped away as if afraid that if they were even a fraction of a second slower, Xu Mofeng would catch up and deliver another blow.

Only after the figure disappeared at the street corner did Xu Mofeng slowly sheathe his sword and turn around to look at Zhong Ling and the other person.

The two men had complex expressions, and their gazes towards him unconsciously carried a hint of awe. They respected his unparalleled strength, but feared his almost supernatural talent for cultivation.

"Oh dear, my inn..."

The owner of the Yindu Inn ran up with a long face. Looking at the second-floor railing and floorboards that had been smashed to pieces, his face was scrunched up like a dry bun, and tears were about to fall.

Xu Mofeng casually tossed over a few spirit stones, and the shopkeeper's eyes instantly lit up like two lanterns. The worry on his face vanished, and he bowed like a shrimp: "Gentlemen, please go downstairs and rest for a while! I'll have someone clean and repair it right away, I promise! It won't delay your business at all!"

The three nodded, turned around, and went downstairs.

Just as Zhong Ling settled down in the lobby, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, glancing around, "Wait a minute, where's Tu Gang?"

Only after his reminder did the two realize that Tu Gang, the first one who was knocked away by Stephen Chow, had disappeared without a trace after being knocked away, and could not be found on the street. They didn't know where he had gone.

"That guy looks like a big, simple-minded guy, but he's actually smarter than anyone else."

Zhong Ling rolled her eyes, her tone full of speechlessness, "I bet she used being knocked away as an excuse to go and call for reinforcements."

Sure enough, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Tu Gang led Xue Changhe and his group from Red Maple Valley over in a flurry of activity.

"Where are those scum from the Beidou Sect?!"

As soon as Tu Gang entered the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs, pounding his chest loudly. He was incredibly arrogant, showing no trace of the disheveled state he had been in when he was knocked away. He looked like a great hero leading the rescue team.

Xue Changhe and the others scanned the hall and immediately spotted Xu Mofeng and the other two sitting there. They stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

"The people from the Beidou Sect have already been driven away by Junior Brother Xu Mofeng."

Zhong Ling spoke slowly.

Xue Changhe and the others were taken aback at first, and their faces showed surprise.

Zhong Ling didn't keep anyone in suspense and explained the whole story in a few words.

When they heard that Xu Mofeng had severely injured and rendered unconscious Kuang Xingchi, leaving him in a state of life or death, with just one move, Xue Changhe and the others' eyelids twitched violently, and their expressions changed drastically.

Tu Gang jumped up on the spot, shouting incredulously, "Are you kidding me?! That's Stephen Chow! A formidable figure ranked high on the talent list!"

Zhong Ling glanced at him sideways and sneered, "If you don't believe me, try it out on Junior Brother Xu yourself. I forgot to tell you, the incident where Ning Jin was defeated with a single blow, which caused such a stir in the city a while ago, was also done by Junior Brother Xu."

"Well……"

Tu Gang's body froze instantly, his astonishment frozen on his face, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time, as if he had been frozen in place.

Xue Changhe and the others also fell silent. After a long while, they looked at Xu Mofeng with complicated expressions and sighed softly, "We didn't expect Junior Brother Xu's strength to have reached such a level. It's really beyond our expectations."

During the Six Sects' martial arts competition, they even commented on Xu Mofeng as if he were an elder, thinking that he had good potential and that given time, he could reach the bottom of the list of talents.

Unexpectedly, after only two months apart, the other party not only achieved this directly, but also seemed to have reached the threshold of their level, no longer a junior whom they could casually comment on.

If Feng Wubian knew about this, he would probably be overjoyed.

A person next to them chimed in with a strange expression.

Xu Mofeng is a disciple of the Biyou Sect. With such monstrous talent and such rapid progress, it will probably not be long before he catches up with or even replaces Feng Wubian as the senior disciple. This usually arrogant chief disciple must be "happy".

"You should find another inn to rest and recuperate. Tomorrow is the day the secret realm opens. Just gather at the Royal Capital Martial Arts Training Ground early in the morning."

After giving his instructions to the others, Xue Changhe turned to Xu Mofeng, his expression becoming more serious. "Junior Brother Xu, you must be extra careful from now on. The Seven Sects of Beiling and our Six Sects have a long-standing feud. Today, you defeated Kuang Xingchi and displayed such talent. The people of the Seven Sects of Beiling will definitely be watching you..."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will keep that in mind."

Xu Mofeng nodded slightly.

He understood the meaning behind Xue Changhe's words: in the end, the trials in the secret realm depended on one's own strength, and others could not help much.

However, he was used to going it alone. If the seven sects of Beiling really wanted revenge, let them come. He had a knife in his hand and could block them one by one.

Before long, the group left the Silver Capital Inn and found a new inn nearby to stay and rest.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Xu Mofeng and his companions got up and headed to the Royal Capital Martial Arts Training Grounds, following Xue Changhe's directions.

The training ground was already packed with people. Besides the geniuses from various sects who were about to enter the secret realm for trials, there were also many ordinary martial artists who had come to watch the grand event.

As time went on, more and more people arrived, and looking around, almost all of them were disciples from sects and aristocratic families.

Disciples from seventh and eighth-grade sects were everywhere. Xu Mofeng and his fellow eighth-grade sect members were completely inconspicuous among them and would blend into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"How many sects are there in the entire Jin-Liang Kingdom? And how many geniuses are there within those sects? Jin-Liang Kingdom is merely a small country on the southern border. My path of cultivation is still very long."

Looking at the young talents crowding the arena, Xu Mofeng felt a surge of emotion, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, his fighting spirit ignited even stronger.

With a change of heart, he glanced at everyone in the room, his gaze naturally landing on the lines of opportunity on each person.

In his view, almost everyone in the arena was surrounded by an aura of opportunity, ranging from the lowest gray to the highest purple, with distinct layers.

For a large-scale secret realm trial covering the entire Jinliang region, the appearance of a purple opportunity is only to be expected.

Xu Mofeng silently counted; there were thirteen purple lights of opportunity in the entire arena.

The owners of these purple opportunities were almost all powerful, with a faint cloud of aura above their heads that shot straight into the sky, making them particularly eye-catching.

This is a phenomenon that only appears when a martial artist's divine sense, blood and qi, and spiritual power are at their peak. Only cultivators at the Void Origin Realm or the Pseudo-Core Realm can possess it.

These people are basically the top ten or top twenty on the Jin-Liang Elite List, and they are the real powerhouses.

Only two people were exceptions.

One of them was a handsome young man in his early twenties, wearing a black robe embroidered with light gold trim.

Although there was no aura above his head, the void around him showed wisps of twisting and collapsing. This was a phenomenon that could only be produced when the spiritual power in his body was condensed to an extremely terrifying level, several levels higher than ordinary aura and clouds.

The young man in black robes stood there quietly, yet he naturally became the focus of the entire audience. Most eyes were on him, including those experts on the list of outstanding talents, whose eyes held undisguised fear and admiration.

A name popped into Xu Mofeng's mind almost instantly.

Zhou Bo, the top-ranked member of the Tianyuan Sect, a sixth-rank sect, is on the list of outstanding talents!

He is universally recognized as the number one young talent in the Jin-Liang generation!

Zhou Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, without uttering a word, yet he exuded an air of dominance over the world.

He certainly has the ability to do so.

He had already advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm before the age of twenty-five, and was even a fifth-grade Nascent Soul. Among the younger generation in Jinliang, he was the one standing at the peak, and everyone else could only look up to him.