# Chapter 2190: A Powerful Lineup
"What a beautiful child." Lin Feng was quite surprised in his heart. Not only was the child beautiful, but his talent was also terrifyingly formidable. At such a young age, he had already reached the Sovereign Lord Realm. This kind of cultivation speed, if placed in the Small World where he had once lived, would absolutely make people feel ashamed. Of course, Lin Feng understood that the cultivation of people in that space could not be judged by common sense.
Lin Feng then looked at the young man sitting across from the child. His long hair danced in the wind, his gaze was deep and profound. At this moment, he was raising a cup and drinking lightly, his bearing extraordinary, his strength terrifying. Lin Feng wondered if this young man was the child's father.
He moved his gaze back. Although he felt a trace of doubt, Lin Feng could not keep staring. At this moment, he still had to face the even more brutal battles ahead — the struggle for the top thirty.
"Our Zhou family has been a single line of succession for three hundred and thirty-three generations, and now we can finally hold our heads high." Zhou Rongman grinned widely, immediately causing the eliminated Langxie and the idle bystanders' expressions to stiffen. Seeing that harmless expression on his face, they felt an urge to curse at him. This thick-skinned bastard.
Lin Feng also secretly wiped his brow. This guy was truly a piece of work.
"Top thirty, rearrange the rankings." The Prophet waved his hand, and instantly the numbers above the crowd's heads shifted. Because many people had been eliminated, those behind collectively moved forward in the rankings. However, those ranked at the front barely moved at all.
When Lin Feng had stepped into the ancient castle, his ranking was ninety-sixth, dead last. Among the top hundred, not a single person remained behind him. Therefore, he had now become the last place, ranked thirtieth.
Ranked ahead of Lin Feng was someone he knew well — Wu Jue. This guy happened to be ranked twenty-ninth.
As for those further ahead, the twenty-eighth seat, quite unfortunately, belonged to that fellow Zhou Rongman. However, Zhou Rongman showed no awareness of being ranked near the bottom. His mind was filled with thoughts of becoming famous throughout the world. His somewhat chubby face, when piled with a smile, looked especially cute and fleshy.
As for those ranked in the top ten, not a single one had moved. No one had been eliminated in the ancient castle just now.
Lin Feng's gaze swept toward those ranked at the front, and his heart trembled slightly. The lineup was too strong, truly terrifying.
Hua Qingfeng: First Lord of Shenxiao, first seat.
Reincarnation Array Artisan: second seat.
Wu Yazi: First Lord of Taixiao, third seat.
Yu Qing: First Lord of Yuxiao, fourth seat.
Chu Chunqiu: fifth seat.
Heartless Young Master: First Lord of Qingxiao, sixth seat.
Ni Cang: First Lord of Zixiao, seventh seat.
Kong Ming: Sacred Mountain Martial Cultivator, eighth seat.
Yao San: ninth seat.
Nine Spirits Emperor: First Lord of Danxiao, tenth seat.
Xue Yi: First Lady of Bixiao, eleventh seat.
Heaven Soul Saint: twelfth seat.
Ye Cangxuan: First Lord of Jingxiao, thirteenth seat.
Each and every one of these figures was a terrifying existence with strength that made one's heart tremble. Even those further behind all possessed extraordinary bearing. Although Lin Feng did not recognize some of them.
For instance, the strong one ranked fourteenth after Ye Cangxuan was Mo Luo. He was an assassin from a terrifying force in Shenxiao City, the number one assassin of the younger generation, with strength so formidable it was terrifying. That force was on par with the Martial Saint Tower and the Alchemy Gold Mountain. Mo Luo's reputation was absolutely not comparable to Lei Dongtian or Wang Shi. He was far stronger than them, not even on the same level.
Lin Feng also did not recognize the person ranked fifteenth, but he had seen members of that force before — the strong ones from the Nine Nether Mansion of Zixiao Continent, Ye Ying.
In short, among these top thirty, every single one, when singled out, had a legend belonging to them. They were all top-tier figures from various continents.
And now, they would stand together, competing for the final rankings. After all, the rankings they currently held were still provisional, not the ultimate rankings.
Moreover, Lin Feng understood that setting aside those ranked at the front, who dared to say that those behind were inferior to those ahead? Take that arrogant, boastful Zhou Rongman, for example — would his strength be weak? He was absolutely a headache-inducing fellow.
Therefore, in this round, Lin Feng truly felt the pressure. The strongest group of Martial Emperor Realm cultivators from the entire Nine Heavens Continent had gathered together.
"The next round will be very similar to the previous one. All of you will be in the same space. Of course, this space is not a maze. Moreover, its range is very small — so small that any battle can be seen by everyone. Furthermore, if anyone wants to come after you, you have no way to escape; you must face it. Therefore, this round will be more direct and brutal than any previous round."
The Prophet said with a smile: "Of course, by relying on the power of your scepter, if you cannot hold on, you can still walk out of that world. Naturally, the first one to come out will have their final ranking fixed at the thirtieth seat. The second one to come out will have their ranking at the twenty-ninth seat. This round will determine the final rankings from the eleventh seat to the thirtieth seat, leaving only the last ten people."
Everyone's hearts trembled slightly upon hearing the Prophet's words. All of them would be in a small space, engaging in the most direct and naked collisions. No one had any chance to escape. If someone wanted to fight you, you could only accept the battle and face it. If you lost, you would be eliminated. Compared to before, this would definitely be an even more brutal round of combat, leaving only the final ten. Those ten, even if they stepped into the Fate Temple, would become key figures to be nurtured. Those ten would be the strongest ten in the entire vast Nine Heavens Continent at the Martial Emperor Realm, famous throughout the world. One could imagine that their fame would be eternally spread (liúchuán) in the Nine Heavens. Their families and forces would erect a monument for them, passed down to future generations, recording the battle of today — a battle that would be passed down through the ages.
Of course, everyone understood how difficult this battle would be.
"Remember one point: only one-on-one battles are allowed. Multiple people are absolutely not permitted to crush one person simultaneously. Moreover, after a battle ends, if another person wants to go up and fight, they must give the combatant the time it takes to burn one incense stick to adjust. During this time, no one is allowed to attack." The Prophet said calmly. This was to ensure the fairness of the battle. Otherwise, if twenty-nine people joined hands to eliminate Hua Qingfeng first, what meaning would that have? If you want to fight, it must be one-on-one.
"Whoosh..." Even those who had been eliminated took a deep breath. The surrounding spectators also stared intently at the final thirty remaining strong ones. They were about to engage in the ultimate showdown, the battle to leave only the top ten. Who would be able to stay until the end?
Throughout the vast and boundless Shenxiao City, the crowd fell silent. The Prophet's voice seemed to descend from the heavens, landing in their ears. This was the first time they had heard a voice from that place, like a divine miracle. Each and every one of them wore a solemn expression, as if they could also feel the serious atmosphere of that battlefield. The ultimate collision was about to begin.
"Now, all of you go." The Prophet waved his hand. In the void, a world of light appeared, radiating a colored glaze (liúlí) luster. The final thirty strong ones walked out and stepped into the battlefield.
This was a vast expanse of land. In the void, the setting sun hung high, dyeing the sky with rosy clouds, as if reflecting the murderous atmosphere. A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring the clothes of the crowd. The thirty people stood in different positions. The moment they stepped in, everyone remained silent and did not move. Or rather, no one wanted to make the first move.
Hua Qingfeng turned around gracefully and walked into the distance, strolling through the void and landing on a nearby mountain peak. He simply stood there, watching the battlefield over here. He was the one ranked first. He wanted to see who in this round would dare to challenge him.
The people outside felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this. It seemed that Hua Qingfeng might not even need to fight in this round. This was the advantage of being ranked at the front. The struggle in this round would still mostly be about the slaughter among those ranked at the back.
Kong Ming also turned and left, walking to a patch of grassland. He sat down cross-legged, like an ancient Buddha, motionless as a mountain.
"These two Sacred Mountain Martial Cultivators are both in the top ten seats, directly ignoring the battlefield. Truly worthy of being people trained by the Sacred Mountain." The crowd thought to themselves.
"My name is Zhou Rongman. If any of you want to find me, just come. I'll be waiting for you." Zhou Rongman grinned widely. Then, like Kong Ming, he turned and strolled into the distance, then directly lay down on the ground. He clasped his hands behind his head, crossed his feet in the air, and looked utterly carefree. This scene left many strong ones dumbfounded. This guy, did he think he was Hua Qingfeng... Ranked twenty-eighth, he was even more arrogant than Hua Qingfeng, who was ranked first.
Those ranked in the top ten all appeared very calm, as if making a move now would be beneath their dignity. They would rather wait slowly and see who would take the initiative to come forward and seek death.
At this moment, the ones being stared at by the most people were, without a doubt, Lin Feng, Wu Jue, and that carefree Zhou Rongman. Because the three of them were the last three in the rankings, in the eyes of some people, they should be the first to get out.
"It seems they are more interested in us." Wu Jue said with a bitter face, turning around to Lin Feng who was not far away.
"It seems so." Lin Feng shrugged.
"Sigh. It wasn't easy to get this far, and now we're about to be driven away. How unpleasant." Wu Jue said somewhat dejectedly. It had been very difficult for him to reach this point.
At this moment, someone stepped forward, walking toward Lin Feng, Wu Jue, and Zhou Rongman. The one walking toward Lin Feng was Yao Wu. In this Nine Heavens Continent's final thirty seats, his Qingxiao Continent absolutely occupied the most spots, even more than Shenxiao Continent. This was naturally due to several Young Masters. Among them, three had stepped into the top thirty seats, showing the formidable strength of the Thirteen Young Masters.
The one walking toward Lin Feng was precisely the Fifth Young Master. And the one walking toward Wu Jue was Tie Chongyang, the First Lord of Langxiao. His temporary ranking was only seventeenth.