Chapter Thirty-Seven: On the List

  Before you know it, twenty-eight days have passed and only two days are left. The Huā Lóng (Transforming Dragon) competition will soon come to a temporary end.

  The top 100 in the ten regions have basically not changed, and even if there are changes, it is just a mutual struggle among these top 100. At this point, all cultivators are seeking stability and do not want to capsize in the last two days.

  At this time, Yang was still ranked over 8,000, but his strength had increased dramatically. Moreover, because he had been constantly refining his vital energy and blood, he could now almost instantly refine any vital energy and blood that were not extremely powerful. This ability required one's own vital energy and blood to be far stronger than the opponent's, with an overwhelming advantage in order to achieve it.

  "Haha, it's been twenty-eight days already, I can feel it now. The power of the blood in my body is much stronger than when I first came here. It's just a little bit more and I'll be able to condense the sixth drop of essence blood!"

  Yang Yi glanced lightly outside, with a glint in his eyes, and muttered: "There are only two days left, it's time to make an all-out effort!"

  Yang Yi took down the Moonfall Bow from behind his back and transformed into a phantom, rapidly fleeing towards the outside of the mountain forest.

  On a vast and flat ground, at this moment, a man in white was sitting cross-legged, seemingly indifferent to anyone's gaze or assassination attempts, quietly sitting on the ground with his spirit wandering outside.

  This man in white was Qin Yiming, temporarily ranked ninety-eighth.

  The Dragon Transformation Competition has entered its 28th day. As long as one enters the top 100, they basically won't kill each other anymore because there's no need to. All of the top 100 can officially become disciples of the Dragon Transformation Palace. They only need to quietly wait for the remaining two days to pass.

  But without entering the top 100, it's been twenty-eight days now, and there isn't any ability that can kill the existence of the top 100. If there really is a formidable existence, they would have rushed into the top 100 several days ago.

  So Qin Yiming was very relieved and didn't have any intention of hiding his whereabouts at all.

  "Whoosh"

  A figure stood quietly behind the mountain forest, looking at Qin Yiming who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "Qin Yi Ming, ranked ninety-eighth!"

  This black figure was naturally Yang Yi, and when he saw this man, the voice of Sifangjing appeared in his mind. All those who were among the top 100 would be displayed by Sifangjing, and almost everyone could investigate the existence of the top 100. This was also a method for Huálóng Palace to avoid hiding from those who rushed into the top 100.

  So these top 100 existences are impossible to hide their tracks.

  A glint flashed in Yang's eyes as he muttered: "Good, it's you!"

  Yang Yi was far away, his bowstring was like a full moon, and he suddenly released it.

  "Whoosh"

  Five sharp arrows shot out with a "whoosh" sound, and the sharp friction of the air pierced through the entire wilderness.

  Qin Yiming's face suddenly changed as he sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes snapped open, staring at the five long arrows, and in a flash, he drew out a long knife from behind him.

  "Cutting through heaven and earth, shattered!"

  This sword, only a bright light was seen, the shadow of the knife could not be seen, the terrifying knife gas, the terrifying killing intent, spread throughout the wilderness.

  "Crack"

  Five long arrows were cut in half by Qin Yiming's knife in an instant.

  Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, but his face didn't show any surprise. He just muttered in a low voice: "The first hundred names are indeed all masters!"

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi no longer hid his figure, and instantly darted out, step by step towards Qin Yi Ming.

  Qin Yiming's hand was slightly trembling, making it imperceptible to others. His previous knife strike had indeed been fierce, instantly cutting off Yang Yi's five long arrows. But now, what kind of power did Yang Yi possess? The power released by the five drops of essence blood, combined with the amplification of the Moonfall Bow, was almost equivalent to the power of six drops of essence blood. Its impact force was enormous, causing Qin Yiming's hands to go numb from the shock.

  When Yang Yi appeared, Qin Yi Ming's eyes condensed slightly, his face becoming increasingly strange, to the point where he almost revealed an expression of disbelief.

  "Who are you? With such incredible strength, how did you not make it into the top 100?" Qin Yiming had only relied on Yang Yi's previous arrow to know that Yang Yi was terrifying, but even someone as terrifying as him hadn't entered the top 100. Otherwise, the Four Sides Mirror would have alerted them. This was truly unthinkable.

  Yang's mouth slightly curled up, coldly saying: "Killing you will allow me to enter the top 100!"

  Qin Yiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly jumped up, drawing out his long knife and slashing down at Yang Yi. A flash of the blade shone like a shadow, carrying an unparalleled sharpness that fiercely chopped towards Yang Yi.

  "In the eight wildernesses and under the sky, those who wield blades are revered; no matter who you are, die!"

  Qin Yiming's knife was indeed astonishing, as if the bright sky and earth suddenly dimmed, leaving only the sharp edge of this knife.

  This is an advanced martial art, with a terrifying power and a fierce launch, it's simply impossible to defend against.

  However, Yang Yi slightly shook his head, and his entire body didn't move. Just as the knife was about to slash onto his body, his entire body suddenly swayed, and in an instant, four illusory shadows appeared.

  Qin Yi Ming was shocked, and just as he was about to cry out that something was wrong, it was already too late. In front of him, a hand had appeared out of nowhere.

  This white hand, however, had a slightly greenish tint, firmly grasping his knife, and then the other hand, incredibly fast, with unparalleled power, instantly slammed into his chest.

  Bang

  Qin Yiming's eyes gradually lost their luster, his heart had been shattered by Yang Yi's terrifying power in the first moment.

  Qin Yiming has died!

  "Congratulations, you have killed 98 Qin Yiming, now you have obtained Qin Yiming's achievement, plus your own achievement, your current ranking has reached 97th!"

  The sound of a four-sided mirror appeared in his mind, and Yang Yi rushed into the top 100 for the first time.

  Outside, almost everyone was desperate because the ranking of the entire tenth district had hardly changed in the top 100, which meant that the competition had reached its final stage and everyone was no longer frantically killing each other, but seeking stability.

  Liu Yun's siblings were almost desperate, and Liu Yun's eyes revealed a deep sadness as he said to Liu Jing: "Liu Jing, let's go, Yang brothers are probably in a precarious situation..."

  Liu Jing still stared at the large ranking, but this ranking, she had been staring for 28 days, and her familiar name still did not appear.

  Drop

  Suddenly, a voice came from the surface of the four-way mirror. Immediately after, the names of ninety-eight people disappeared instantly, and an unfamiliar name appeared in the top one hundred of District 10 for the first time.

  Boom

  Everyone was shocked to discover this anomaly, and the change itself explained everything. The 98th-ranked Qin Yiming had died, and his scores had all been transferred to this unfamiliar name.

  Ninety-seven, Yang One!