Chapter 532: The Winner, Wu Yifan

"Fortunately, it is a good thing that no lethal strikes were made. Otherwise, not to mention Wu Yifan, even I would struggle to withstand the fury of the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor."

Seeing that Chen Daoyu was merely eliminated and not seriously injured, God Lord Wan Guang finally let out a sigh of relief.

Since coming out of the Eight Desolations Divine Realm, the expression on Chen Daoyu's face had been extremely gloomy. The surrounding Sect Masters saw this and dared not go up to ask who had defeated Chen Daoyu, fearing they might provoke his wrath.

At this moment, with a single thought, the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor summoned Chen Daoyu before him.

Upon seeing his Master, Chen Daoyu finally put away the gloom on his face and spoke in a respectful tone.

"Master."

"Hmm, who exactly defeated you?"

The expression on the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor's face was not very good at this moment. After all, he did not take Disciples lightly; even Chen Daoyu had only been accepted into his tutelage because he possessed the Purple Firmament Divine Body and had immense talent.

Chen Daoyu had not disappointed him either, having Cultivated to the Earth God Peak in just over nine thousand years. He simply had not expected him to be eliminated in this Thousand Sect Competition.

Hearing this, Chen Daoyu's expression shifted for a moment. After a long while, he cupped his hands and spoke in an apologetic tone.

"Master, I wish to resolve this matter myself, so I ask that you do not intervene."

Hearing Chen Daoyu's words, the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor's eyes narrowed instantly, and a scrutinizing gaze landed on Chen Daoyu.

After a good while, the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor finally spoke, his tone carrying a hint of compromise.

"Fine. Since you said you will resolve this matter yourself, then I hope you can resolve it as soon as possible. Do not let this matter become your Heart Demon and thereby affect your Cultivation."

"Yes, Master."

Chen Daoyu nodded, then looked towards the direction of the Eight Desolations Divine Realm, his eyes filled with determination. He silently thought to himself: Just wait, Wu Yifan, I will definitely defeat you, definitely!

Having said this, Chen Daoyu rose to bid farewell to the Eight Desolations Divine Emperor and set off back towards the Eight Barren Territories. There was no suspense left for what would follow; the final champion would likely be Wu Yifan.

After Chen Daoyu left, nearly another year passed. The number of Thousand Sect Competition Disciples being eliminated from the Eight Desolations Divine Realm increased more and more, yet among them, there was not a single Disciple from the Myriad Radiance Sect. This made the Sect Masters present unable to help but look at God Lord Wan Guang.

God Lord Wan Guang's eyes were filled with shock, and a bold thought had already formed in his mind: could it be that Wu Yifan had protected all the Disciples of the Myriad Radiance Sect single-handedly?

Inside the Eight Desolations Divine Realm, the situation was exactly as God Lord Wan Guang had anticipated. In the central region of the Eight Desolations Divine Realm, Wu Yifan was shielding all the Myriad Radiance Sect Disciples behind him, while standing before him were over a thousand Thousand Sect Competition Disciples.

Those with higher Cultivation had reached the Earth God realm, while those with lower Cultivation were all Gods.

They could not help but look at Wu Yifan, speaking with extremely grave expressions.

"Fellow Daoist, doing this is not in accordance with the rules, is it? Could you let them come out and have a fair fight with us?"

Including Wu Yifan, there were two hundred and fifty Disciples from the Myriad Radiance Sect who had come to participate in the Thousand Sect Competition this time. Now that they were being protected by Wu Yifan, it meant that the top two hundred and fifty places in this Thousand Sect Competition had all been monopolized by the Myriad Radiance Sect.

If it were said that the Heavenly God Realm Wu Yifan took the championship, they would have no objections, but letting a group of weaklings, most of whom had not even reached the God Realm, take the top two hundred and fifty places was something they could absolutely not accept.

Facing their threats, Wu Yifan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he said in a flat tone.

"No need for nonsense. If you want to make a move against them, then make a move against me first."

Hearing this, the expressions of the Thousand Sect Competition Disciples on the scene were extremely ugly, and at this moment, an Earth God Late Stage finally could not help but speak up.

"Everyone, although Wu Yifan can fight, they only have one Wu Yifan who can fight. Let us attack together; surely Wu Yifan has no way to take us all out. At that time, we only need to send one True God to easily eliminate the Myriad Radiance Sect Disciples."

"After eliminating all the Myriad Radiance Sect Disciples, we will then determine the rankings based on our own abilities, how about that?"

Following the Earth God Late Stage's words, without any surprise, the surrounding Thousand Sect Competition Disciples quickly agreed loudly.

They could accept losing, but they absolutely would not allow beings with lower Cultivation than themselves to obtain higher rankings than them.

Hearing their words, Wu Yifan's expression did not move in the slightest; instead, he sneered with disdain.

"Daydreaming."

If they truly thought that his strength was only this much, then they might as well be eliminated directly.

And in the next second, the Thousand Sect Competition Disciples all attacked Wu Yifan in unison. The momentum was extremely terrifying; even an ordinary Earth God Peak would fundamentally be unable to be their opponent.

But Wu Yifan was a Heavenly God, and not an ordinary Heavenly God at that, so their final outcome could only be to be killed.

The Myriad Radiance Sect Disciples shielded behind Wu Yifan had faces full of worry, but then they thought of how their own Senior Brother was a terrifying existence who had even defeated Chen Daoyu. The crowd of Thousand Sect Competition Disciples in front of them did not seem as strong as Chen Daoyu even when added together, right?

Watching this scene, Wu Yifan drew a terrifying divine sword, which he had obtained by chance.

Although he preferred to go in bare-handed, in this situation, it was clearly faster to clear them out with a sword.

"Shattered Rain Divine Swift Slash!"

As Wu Yifan's words fell, the divine sword in his hand seemed to possess life, erupting with countless terrifying Sword Qi, which surged towards the Thousand Sect Competition Disciples like a massive wall.

Feeling the power of this sword strike, the Thousand Sect Competition Disciples had faces full of shock and could not help but exclaim.

"No, he is not an ordinary deity, run!"

From this sword strike, they felt a fatal threat, and within their hearts, there was an extremely terrifying sensation; no matter what, they could not block this sword strike.

And the only way to survive was to admit defeat and be eliminated.

But clearly, the moment that thought crossed their minds, the Sword Qi swept over them like a violent storm.

When the Sword Qi had swept past, there was not a single living deity left on the scene.

No, there was still one.

The True God Early Stage who had previously been assigned to deal with the Myriad Radiance Sect Disciples had a face full of astonishment; clearly, he had not expected the turn of events to come so quickly and so suddenly.

PS: Originally, the author planned to write this book to two million or even three million words, and according to the current outline, it could indeed reach that word count, but the income does not support it. Now, the daily income is not even fifty, so the author will try to fill in all the plot holes before the New Year and then conclude it. My apologies.

Finally, as usual, I ask for gifts, I ask for gifts. I can barely afford to eat soon; the author kowtows in gratitude.