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Zhao Gongming cleared his throat and told everyone in a loud voice.

"I announce that the twenty or so participants who are still standing on the arena will advance to the second round of the semifinals. The rest of the contestants will lose their qualifications to continue fighting."

The moment he said this, the entire audience went into an uproar.

"On what basis? We can't accept it. "

"Yes, we are unconvinced. Chen Yao is only at the Genuine Force stage, and he is even a janitor. How can he be qualified to participate in the semifinals?"

"Right, we can't accept it, we can't accept it."

The twenty or so disciples who had been beheaded by Chen Yao with a single slash of their sword had all expressed their dissatisfaction for the third quarter. Each and every one of them was extremely excited.

These twenty over people were all senior Successor Disciples, and all of them were at the King's Realm or above. Not a single one of them was at the Genuine Force, and to be able to become a true disciple meant that their strength was not simple.

These people were usually domineering within the sword faction. Although Chen Yao's reputation had always been very strong, they did not place him in their eyes.

Now that they had lost their qualifications to participate in the semifinals because of Chen Yao, they were extremely displeased.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Zhao Gongming's expression was rather unsightly. However, he didn't know how to deal with this kind of trouble, so he hesitated.

Just as he was hesitating, Chen Yao stood up. With a flash, he had already left the arena, and the 20 plus true disciples were facing each other face to face.

"Are you convinced?" Chen Yao's tone was very calm, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Although they were looking at each other equally, the twenty over true disciples felt an extremely strong sense of oppression. Chen Yao had fought against the King's Realm, semi-sage realm and saints, and his aura had already grown to a very powerful level. A mere group of low level King's Realm cultivators wouldn't be able to cause any pressure on him, but they would instead be suppressed by his aura.

"I just can't accept it."

When Chen Yao asked, everyone was stunned for a moment. Then, another third level King's Realm disciple stood up and looked at Chen Yao with a disdainful expression.

"Don't think that you will become lawless just because you have the sect master as your backer. You simply do not know what it means to be a servant."

This disciple was called Qian Sen, who had been a true disciple for two years and was famous among the true disciples. It was said that his father was a major shareholder in the Thousand Treasures Chamber of Commerce, so he was arrogant and domineering, many of the true disciples didn't dare to provoke him.

However, Chen Yao was not an ordinary person.

Just as the Successor Disciple finished his sentence, Chen Yao threw a punch towards Qian Sen's mouth without any warning.

He did not use his sword, nor did he use his spiritual energy. Having completed the expansion of his meridians, he had refined eighty-one needles, merging them into one with his bones.

He could not do something so foolish as looking for an Emperor Realm cultivator to test his physical body's strength. For a cultivator like Qian Sen with a bit of strength, this was a very good choice.

"You truly don't know the meaning of the word. Do you think that you are invincible after defeating Liu Qing, Liu Hong, an outer court disciple?" "What a joke, he is merely at the Genuine Force."

Qian Sen didn't seem to care about Chen Yao's punch. He had a mocking expression on his face. He raised his right hand and placed it in front of his face.

Although he was a sword cultivator, once he advanced to the King's realm, his body would automatically be refined to a very powerful level. Otherwise, how could he withstand using such a powerful sword skill?

The strength of a King's realm warrior's body was more than twenty times that of a Genuine Force Warrior. Chen Yao wanted to defeat him with his physical strength? Was it really wishful thinking?

In Qian Sen's mind, he had already begun to reconstruct the scene. He grabbed Chen Yao's fist and then crushed Chen Yao's entire wrist.

He couldn't be blamed.

However, when Chen Yao's fist was less than a strand of hair away from his palm, he finally felt a trace of unease.

He finally remembered to dodge, but it was already too late.

"Bam."

The sound of a body colliding resounded in the field, followed by the sound of kacha, kacha.

A figure was sent flying with scattered blood.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the one that was sent flying was not only Chen Yao, who had a cultivation base at the Genuine Force, but it was Qian Sen, who was at the third level of the King's realm.

The palm of Qian Sen's right hand had been completely smashed into a pulp by Chen Yao's punch. After all, he was a martial artist of the King's Realm, and coupled with the buffer of his right hand, his head was luckily not completely smashed by Chen Yao.

However, his fate was also very unsightly. All of his teeth had been sent flying by Chen Yao's fist. His entire jawbone had been shattered by Chen Yao. Blood trickled down from all seven orifices on his face.

In the end, he was caught in the air by a Sword Faction Royal Elder. In the next instant, the unconscious Qian Sen was directly taken away by the Royal Protector to heal.

After all, he was a Successor Disciple of the King's realm. If he really died, it would be a great loss to the sword faction.

The scene was very quiet.

Everyone stared straight at Chen Yao?

Was he really a disciple of the sword faction and not one of Mt. Tai's Martial Ancestor?

A punch with physical strength could have such great power? Even the evildoers on the Martial Ancestor Rankings wouldn't have had a physical body as tough as Chen Yao's when they were in the same realm.

A single punch had severely wounded a Third Stage Genuine Force Warrior of the Genuine Force.

Chen Yao's physical strength should at least be enough to contend against a martial artist at the peak of the Martial King realm. Even a martial arts genius would have to be ashamed to face Chen Yao.

Who would have thought that other than having extraordinary talent in the way of the sword, Chen Yao's body refinement ability was also this formidable?

Was crossing realms with such ease?

Everyone present felt uneasy and their scalps tingled with numbness. Chen Yao was simply a monster in the history of cultivation in the Divine Region.

Some people were happy while others were sad. Everyone's expression was very wonderful.

Chen Yao was also somewhat surprised.

He had not expected his physical strength to be this strong after fusing with 81 golden needles.

This was a sign that he wouldn't use it until he reached the fifth level of the Astral Body Refinement Art. Once he reached the fifth level of the Astral Body Refinement Art, the strength of his body would be equivalent to an Emperor Stage powerhouse that cultivated spiritual energy.

For example, Chen Li, one of the top ten rankers in the Martial Ancestor Realm, was one proof of this. He had cultivated the Stellar Body Refinement Art to the fifth level, and thus had the strength to fight against Emperors.

It was just that the practice of the Star Body Refinement Art was extremely difficult, requiring one to absorb the power of the stars into the body and strengthen the body. This process was extremely painful.

Chen Yao did not expect that he would suddenly upgrade his Stellar Body Refinement Art to the fifth stage.

Even if the 81 golden needles could strengthen his body, it shouldn't be of such great help to his cultivation of the Astral Body Refinement Art. He had just reached the fourth level of the Astral Body Refinement Art, and he had already mysteriously broken through it?

Could it be that these 81 metal needles were originally from outer space, and contained a rich amount of star power?