War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Ding Yan’s opponent was a King of Gods as well.

Unlike the qualifying test where the participants were divided into age groups, there was no distinction in the Latent Dragon Grand Contest. Many participants were nearly 10,000 years old.

Ding Yan’s opponent was a genius from a king-rank force. He was more than 9,000 years old, and he was an intermediate King of Gods who had comprehended a triple Fused Profundities and a few double Fused Profundities. Needless to say, like all natives of the Realms of Gods, he had a bloodline power as well. He had fought two matches previously and was victorious in both rounds. His match with Ding Yan was his third match.

“A rudimentary King of Gods?”

Although Ding Yan did not participate in the qualifying test and entrance examination, no one would know that unless they paid close attention. Hence, Ding Yan’s opponent did not find it strange that he was unfamiliar with Ding Yan.

Although Ding Yan was a rudimentary King of Gods, his opponent did not underestimate him. Over the past few days, he had been observing the matches carefully. He might not remember those who fought during the first round, but he remembered the participants from the second round. He was sure Ding Yan had not fought before this. In short, this was Ding Yan’s first match, and as many had figured out, those who were powerful were not called out to fight during the second round. For these reasons, he faced Ding Yan seriously.

Similar to Ding Yan’s opponent, the crowd had also figured this out and began to discuss among themselves.

“He’s a rudimentary King of Gods, but this is only his first match?”

“He must be quite strong!”

“I don’t remember seeing him during the qualifying test!”

Some of the more observant participants were certain that they did not see Ding Yan during the qualifying test and could not quite figure out why.

At the same time, Murong Sui Feng looked at Ding Yan and murmured to himself, “I’ve not seen him for a while, but he has changed so much. I didn’t expect he’d be able to come this far…”

Qian Yin, the Sect Leader of the Hidden Fog Sect, heard Murong Sui Feng’s words and turned to look in the direction of Murong Sui Feng’s gaze. When he saw Ding Yan, he asked, slightly surprised, “Do you know him?”

Since the participants could figure it out, naturally Qian Yin also knew the fact that this was Ding Yan’s first match was a testament to his strength. The weaker participants were all arranged to fight earlier. Those who lost rarely got to fight again unless their performance was truly outstanding despite their loss.

In general, the Latent Dragon Grand Contest was quite fair. Although it was up to the ten elders of the Flying Dragon Sect to arrange the matches, they had Lan Yu Shan keeping an eye on them. For this reason, they naturally did not dare to make any mistakes. Not only that, but they were meticulous when judging the participants’ strength as well.

With this, the participants had no one to blame but themselves if they lost.

Murong Sui Feng sighed before he said, “He was a Ten Stars student in the Hidden Fog Academy 10 years ago. He suddenly dropped out and disappeared. We only met again at the Flaming Dragon Arena a few days ago.”

…

At the same time, in the battle ring.

Ding Yan’s opponent, the intermediate King of Gods, had already made his move. He did not hold back at all as he attacked. He boosted his Divine Energy with the law he comprehended before imbuing them into his mediocre divine artifact. At the same time, he activated his bloodline power.

On the other hand, Ding Yan brought out an eight-foot-long pike from his spatial ring. His Divine Energy soared as his body was suffused with a red light. At this moment, his Divine Energy felt more like that of an intermediate King of Gods than a rudimentary King of Gods. Following that, flames shot out violently from the tip of his pike, looking like a fire dragon as it flew toward his opponent.

Coincidentally, Ding Yan’s opponent comprehended the law of water.

According to nature, water suppressed fire. However, this was only the case if the two forces were equal. If the flames were strong enough, and there was not much water, the flames could easily evaporate the water. In the end, it all came down to strength.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Ding Yan easily destroyed his opponent’s attack with just a move before he severely wounded his opponent at lightning speed.

Ding Yan’s strength shocked the people present on the scene. After all, as a rudimentary King of Gods, he had easily defeated an intermediate King of Gods.

“He comprehended two triple Fused Profundities from the law of fire?”

“How can a rudimentary King of Gods be so strong?”

“The gap between their strength is too wide! Did the elders of the Flying Dragon Sect judge his strength wrongly?”

“Perhaps, he hid his strength so they’re unaware of his strength.”

Ding Yan’s performance naturally attracted everyone’s attention.

Duan Ling Tian smiled and said, “Amazing.”

On the contrary, Hou Qing Ning and Murong Yin Yue had yet to recover from their shock. Although they knew Ding Yan was strong, it was still shocking to watch Ding Yan defeat his opponent in seconds.

At this time, the crowd continued to discuss among themselves as they looked at Ding Yan.

“Look! That’s a prominent divine artifact. It seems like his background isn’t simple.”

Many people could tell the eight-foot-long pike in Ding Yan’s hand was a prominent divine artifact. After all, without a prominent divine artifact, it would take Ding Yan a little more time to defeat his opponent.

At the same time, the ten elders of the Flying Dragon Sect were shocked as well.

“Revered Elder Sikong’s nephew is so strong?”

“It seems like we’ve underestimated him. If we knew he was this strong, we would’ve pushed his match further back and matched him with a worthy opponent.”

“It’s really crazy that a rudimentary King of Gods possessed such strength! I heard he’s not even 3,000 years old, right? There really aren’t many people in the sect who are as talented as him.”

“I heard that he had been staying in our sect’s chamber of laws for a long time.”

“Even so, if he’s not talented to begin with, he wouldn’t have been able to comprehend the law of fire to this extent.”

“The sect treats Revered Elder Sikong especially well. The time Ding Yan spent in the chamber of laws is more than the time all of us spent in the chamber of laws combined!”

“Don’t talk nonsense! If the sect leader hears this, he’ll skin you alive! He respects Revered Elder Sikong a lot. It’s said that they’re related to each other.”

As the ten elders communicated through Voice Transmission, their gazes were complicated as they looked at Ding Yan.

Meanwhile, Lan Yu Shan asked, “He’s Ding Yan? He’s the person Revered Elder Sikong recommended to become an inner disciple without taking the entrance examinations?”

Lan Yu Shan’s voice was so low that only the two people behind him heard him.

“Yes,” Dongfang Yan Nian promptly replied.

“He has great potential,” Lan Yu Shan nodded, “As expected of a descendant of a Lord of Gods.”

Based on these words, it was clear that Lan Yu Shan knew Ding Yan’s father was a Lord of Gods.

…

After Ding Yan’s triumphant return, Murong Yin Yue congratulated him while Hou Qing Ning looked at him dejectedly.

Hou Qing Ning did not expect that Ding Yan, who used to be weaker than him, had far surpassed him. His eyes shone with determination as he thought to himself, ‘I have to work harder! Otherwise, our gap will only continue to widen! Since Duan Ling Tian isa peerless prodigy, there’s no point in comparing myself to him. However, I still have a chance of catching up to Ding Yan. As long as I work hard and rise in ranks in the Flying Dragon Sect, I’ll be able to obtain better resources to help me catch up with Ding Yan!’

Duan Ling Tian said, “Ding Yan, it seems like even the elders of the Flying Dragon Sect underestimated your strength. You’ll probably have to wait for a while before you’ll be able to fight again.”

Ding Yan shook his head. “They didn’t underestimate my strength. They’re completely unaware of my strength. They only arranged for me to fight now as a sign of respect to Uncle Sikong. Anyway, enough about me. With your strength, I think you’ll only be able to fight tomorrow.”

Before Duan Ling Tian could reply, Hou Qing Ning cried out, “Du Qian Jun from the 10,000 Devils Sect is going to fight!”

Duan Ling Tian instinctively turned to look and saw Du Qian Jun, who had yet to fight before this, fly into one of the battle rings.

Du Qian Jun had a breakthrough recently and became an intermediate King of Gods. His comprehension of the law was not bad either. With this, his strength was naturally not bad. For this reason, he had not been arranged to fight until now.

‘I wonder how Senior Brother Wu Feng is doing…’ When Duan Ling Tian saw Du Qian Jun again, he could not help but think about Wu Feng who brought him to the Divine Sanctuary left behind by Qin Wu, an Emperor of Gods.

…

Back in the battle ring.

Du Qian Jun was not weak, but his opponent was also a disciple of a lord-rank sect who was fighting for the first time in the Latent Dragon Grand Contest. After exchanging about 100 moves, Du Qian was defeated by his opponent.

Du Qian Jun’s expression was sour after he lost his first match. After all, he could hear the whisperings in his surroundings.

Some people spoke in hushed voices about how he was not comparable to his eldest brother, Du Po Jun, and how his parents had given birth to a genius and a piece of trash.

Du Qian Jun glared at those people angrily, but he did not dare to do anything at such a time. Moreover, those people who were gossiping about him had powerful backgrounds as well. He could only seethe with anger as those people continued to gossip about him despite knowing he could hear them.

…

The next day.

Ding Yan fought again and defeated his opponent in fewer than 30 moves.

The 10,000 Devils Sect’s Du Po Jun and the Eastern Oriental Sect’s Hua Tian Du had also fought their first match. Naturally, the duo won their respective matches.

Finally, Duan Ling Tian’s name appeared above one of the battle rings.

Duan Ling Tian’s opponent was a young man dressed in a light blue robe. He had a medium build and a delicate appearance. His face looked innocent, making him look rather harmless. However, his identity was anything but harmless. He was Fang Wen Xiao, one of the strongest prodigies in the Fang clan. He was also the nephew of the Clan Leader of the Fang clan. Although he was not as famous as Hua Tian Du, he was also well known.

“Revered Elder Duan, I’ve heard great things about you.”