# Chapter 2188: The First Lord Eliminated
Shortly after Hou Qinglin came out, Sword Blind also emerged. His eyes couldn't see, but his divine sense power was still there. Sensing Hou Qinglin's presence, he couldn't help but speak: "You're out too."
"En, insufficient strength. If it weren't for Lin Feng, we probably would have been eliminated when Chu Chunqiu and the others were hunting us down," Hou Qinglin said calmly, neither discouraged nor frustrated by being eliminated. If his strength wasn't enough, then it simply wasn't enough. Cultivation was difficult; he would have to work even harder in the future. With this experience, what excuse did he have not to make himself stronger?
"The one who dealt with me just now was Chu Chunqiu," Sword Blind said in a low voice, causing Hou Qinglin to pause, then smile. Running into Chu Chunqiu, Sword Blind's luck wasn't good either. But being able to come out safely, this Nine Heavens Gathering could be considered complete for him.
"I hope Langxie and Jun Moxi can hold on a bit longer." Hou Qinglin looked at the dark castle and murmured. Being able to step into the top fifty positions would undoubtedly be more perfect. As for Lin Feng, he didn't know how far he could go.
More and more people appeared on the stone pillars. At the fifty-first position, Jun Moxi also came out, causing Hou Qinglin to sigh regretfully. Only one position short. But being able to reach this point was already quite impressive. However, this meant that Langxie had entered the top fifty.
Langxie was skilled in the power of realms, so his self-preservation ability was stronger. It was understandable that he could hold on until now without coming out.
"Fifty people. Now only the top fifty remain." The crowd's hearts trembled. Light flickered, and another person appeared, causing Hou Qinglin's pupils to contract slightly. The one who came out was Langxie, ranked exactly fiftieth, standing right on the borderline.
At this moment, Langxie's expression was strange, his gaze flickering uncertainly as he looked at the ancient castle ahead. "What kind of person is that guy... so strange..."
Langxie had encountered a very strange person. Not only strange, but also formidable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been forced to use his scepter to teleport out.
At this moment, the strange person in Langxie's thoughts was walking along an ancient path with Xianren. Xianren glanced at the number floating above the other's head: sixty-eight. At this point, this ranking was already quite low. Xianren's own ranking was much higher. Moreover, the other's aura was very ordinary, so ordinary it couldn't be more ordinary.
Yet such an ordinary person hadn't been eliminated yet. Was it good luck, or was it just an appearance?
Xianren opened his mouth, wanting to say something to make the other leave on his own. But at that moment, the other extended his hand—not to attack, but to scratch his head. He revealed a simple, honest smile at Xianren and said, "Let's not fight. You should leave on your own."
"............"
Xianren's words got stuck in his throat. The other had spoken his lines even earlier than he could. This made him somewhat annoyed. This guy actually dared to steal his lines.
Moreover, looking at this ordinary fellow, scratching his head, harmless to humans and beasts, with a rustic appearance and no trace of a strong person's aura—such a person really didn't seem like an expert. Even his body seemed somewhat... plump!
That's right. The reason Xianren thought this person was too ordinary was that he wasn't burly but rather a bit fat. His smile seemed clean, yet it also carried a hint of lewdness.
"My name is Zhou Rongman. The name is a bit rustic. The Zhou family's three hundred and thirty-third generation single inheritance came to me, so they named me Rongman. The reason I'm telling you my name is to let you know that the one who defeats you is called Zhou Rongman." Zhou Rongman grinned, making Xianren's expression become especially interesting, even exaggerated. He thought he was quite humorous himself, but this guy in front of him seemed even more 'humorous' than him.
But one thing the other said wasn't wrong. The name was indeed very rustic, just like the person himself. Xianren was somewhat surprised. How had he only noticed such a distinctive character as this now?
"I see you don't seem willing to leave on your own. In that case, I'll have to send you out. Be careful." Zhou Rongman grinned, revealing two rows of pure white teeth. His body moved. His slightly plump body wasn't very fast, but as Xianren's mind wandered, the other had already arrived in front of him.
Xianren's expression froze. His long robe billowed, and a terrifying aura spread out, extremely elegant and refined.
"Soldier." Xianren spat out a single word, as if his words became law. Endless sharp energy surged from the void, incredibly fierce. The entire space was filled with the most piercing sharpness, cutting through everything. At the same time, streaks of sharp light all shot toward the other, each beam like a sharp sword, whistling and stabbing into the other's body.
When a Confucian cultivator became enraged, his words followed the law, and his killing techniques were overwhelming. But Zhou Rongman's movements didn't stop. Sounds of pu pu pu rang out as those beams of light struck his body, tearing his clothes. However, the sharp weapons that could kill anything couldn't cut through Zhou Rongman's body. Instead, they directly annihilated.
This scene made Xianren's expression even more interesting, even to the point of shock. Then he saw a smile—somewhat clean, somewhat lewd—directly smashing toward his head. Xianren's mind moved, and his body gradually turned illusory, clearly activating his scepter. On that illusory face, shock still lingered.
"Hu..." Xianren's body appeared on the stone pillar outside. His expression shifted, even more exaggerated than Langxie's had been. The other's words kept echoing in his mind: "My name is Zhou Rongman. The reason I'm telling you my name is to let you know that the one who defeats you is called Zhou Rongman."
"Even Xianren came out. He was kicked out too." The people of Shen Xiao City were somewhat surprised to see Xianren. Xianren, the Xianren of Saint Mountain, also failed to enter the top thirty, stopping at the top fifty. They wondered who had forced Xianren out.
Now, the top thirty positions were almost all about to be determined.
Inside the ancient castle maze, Lin Feng encountered several people in succession, eliminating two. Then, he met a very formidable opponent: Yin Jiu, the First Lord of Langxiao!
When Lin Feng and Yin Jiu met, both were silent. In their eyes, there was undisguised battle intent. Yin Jiu's aura was still so calm, wrapped in a black robe, restrained, seemingly ordinary. But having encountered him once before, Lin Feng naturally knew how dangerous the other was. The Dao of Rest—it could make people die silently, almost killing Qing Feng.
Lin Feng released his aura wantonly, but at the same time, he adjusted his mental will to the best state. The other's ability was too dangerous; he couldn't give him any opportunity. Moreover, he had no intention of avoiding a collision. Since they had met, one of them would have to be eliminated.
Stepping forward, carrying endless sword intent, Lin Feng walked toward Yin Jiu. But the next moment, Lin Feng felt his consciousness forcibly pulled away, placing him in another space—a boundless, endless ancient path. He could only walk forward, toward the dark abyss. And there seemed to be a summoning force there, guiding him forward.
"Everything is illusion!" Lin Feng closed his eyes, thinking to himself. His will was firm, unshakable. In an instant, his consciousness returned. Yin Jiu was still standing in place, his eyes fixed on him, trying to make him sink into his world—the silent, deathly world.
A terrifying death intent swept through the void around Lin Feng. A dreadful death Tai Chi diagram spread outward. Since the other wanted him to rest in peace, he would make the other die instead.
A primordial aura spread out, devouring the power of heaven and earth. The surrounding void seemed to be left with only death.
"Stop." Yin Jiu's voice was ice-cold, as if the entire void was about to enter a state of rest. This was his Dao, his intent. When he killed, he never used violent attacks. That terrifying rest intent spread, and the entire space seemed to be transforming into a world of rest, without any life. Void, time itself, seemed to be about to stop.
"Ancient Saint techniques combined with death law and death Dao. Let me see how you can make death rest." Lin Feng walked forward. Suddenly, his entire body's meridians seemed to transform into a diagram—a death diagram. In the space, there was only death.
"Suppress." Lin Feng transformed into a death diagram. The world was pitch black. Death Qi suppressed the void. The life force on Yin Jiu's body was frantically stripped away. His face turned pale. The intent of rest was released to its limit—sleep, rest, making even death sink, fall into eternal slumber.
These two extremely dangerous intents interweaved in the void, colliding. The void itself seemed to freeze.
At this moment, someone was passing by a branch path beside the two. Feeling this intent, that person's expression changed drastically. The life force on his body seemed to be peeling away. His expression was solemn. He quietly retreated, leaving this place. Only those two intents remained, still in confrontation.
Within death, there was immortality. Within rest, there was eternity.
Yin Jiu's life force gradually drained away. The rest intent seemed to be completely permeated. His expression turned black, his gaze rigid. He was the First Lord of Langxiao. How could he be defeated?
In that stagnant space, it seemed as if rivers were flowing—rivers of death, flowing toward him. Yin Jiu's Dao intent had been released to its limit. Yet he still couldn't stop death from eroding his body. It was as if his eyes were about to close forever.
"I, the First Lord of Langxiao, am actually going to be eliminated." Yin Jiu's expression was extremely ugly. His eyes closed, and he bit his lips hard, drawing blood. Why was it like this? His most adept power had been defeated by someone using similar means, in the most forceful manner.
When Yin Jiu's figure appeared on the stone pillar outside, it stirred up turmoil throughout the entire Shen Xiao City. Finally, a heavyweight figure had been eliminated. Yin Jiu, the First Lord of Langxiao. Who had made him leave, failing to enter the top thirty?