Rongxiao shook his head, "Ming Shen is too humble. Come, let this seat have a look."
Ming Zhitian distanced himself, "Please strike."
Rongxiao was not polite and directly summoned his magic sword, "Xian Ling!"
Ming Zhitian's Immortal Emperor's Eye operated, and he blurted out the same, "Xian Ling!"
Two magic seals rose simultaneously, and the faint, illusory inverted feathers were instantly shot out!
The two intertwined, stirring up waves and clouds.
Ming Zhitian followed suit, his sword like a dragon. The blade whistled towards him, and Rongxiao countered with a move like a swimming dragon. The two fought for five rounds.
Ming Zhitian had already seen all the flaws. When Rongxiao used the move again: "Xian..."
Ming Zhitian struck first: "Xian Ling!"
Inverted feathers shot out like a rain forest. In less than five rounds, Rongxiao, who was at the tenth level of the Unsurpassed Emperor Realm, was defeated!
He was clearly only at the fifth level of the Divine Emperor Realm, and his magic seal was a copy. Rongxiao never imagined he would be defeated by his own magic seal.
He laughed instead of getting angry, "With Ming Shen, I will soon be superior to the Six Domains and Eight Wastes! Ming Shen, I have a request."
Ming Zhitian said, "In these past few days, the Lord of the Wasteland has treated me like family. Speak freely."
"Straightforward," Rongxiao said, "I want you to help me seize the leadership of the Eight Wastes. I don't want my Taiyu Wasteland to continue to fear its lowest position. I want to push forward. If I can seize the leadership of the Eight Wastes, it will be much easier to interfere in the Six Domains in the future."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "I can serve you, but I have a condition. I need a large amount of mechanical equipment."
"Mechanical equipment?" Although Rongxiao was short on resources and had nothing, he first agreed, "No problem. As long as you help me seize the leadership of the Eight Wastes, I will do my best to find whatever you want."
Ming Zhitian cupped his hands in salute, "Thank you, Lord of the Wasteland, for your trouble."
Rongxiao returned the salute, "My pleasure. You must participate in the 'Contention for the Wasteland' in ten days."
...
Arranged by Rongxiao, Ming Zhitian stayed in Taiyu Wasteland. Not only were cultivation resources scarce here, but the immortal spiritual energy was also extremely lacking. After a few days of cultivation, he saw no progress, which made him feel that the gap in cultivation and strength between the Eight Wastes and the Six Great Domains was not without reason.
Ten days later...
Over twenty thousand people gathered, the lords of the Eight Wastes arrived one after another, and the "Contention for the Wasteland" began!
The forces of each wasteland were ready to strike. Today was a battle to compete for the ranking of the Eight Wastes, and all the lords were prepared.
The rules were simple: it would be conducted in a arena battle format. The lords would issue challenges, and the winners would then establish their rankings. Those who were not satisfied could challenge again.
Lord Lei Luo of the Wasteland looked at the Tianyu Wasteland with interest, "I heard that a remarkable person has recently arrived in the Tianyu Wasteland, possessing the divine ability to replicate magic seals. I wonder what their true strength is?"
Lord Fiya Hong of the Red Wasteland tossed her red hair, "We shall see."
Rongxiao patted Ming Zhitian's shoulder, "Go, Ming Shen, it's up to you."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Rest assured."
He then flashed away and stepped onto the stage, and everyone looked at him.
"Oh, someone can't wait any longer."
Ming Zhitian cupped his hands in salute, "Hello everyone. My name is Ming Zhitian, and I am representing the Eighth Wasteland, Tianyu Wasteland."
"He's that person?"
"He's just a newcomer, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Fifth level of the Divine Emperor Realm, I want to laugh."
Lord Lei Luo looked at Rongxiao, "Lord Rongxiao, are you joking? Even if you can't win first place this time, you don't have to humor us by sending out a mere brat."