A powerful domain surged towards Mo Wuji's vortex domain. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji's vortex domain was too strong. Even if his opponent was a Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator, his domain, upon encountering Mo Wuji's, was like a stream crashing against a steel fortress, unable to shake it in the slightest.

At this moment, Mo Wuji could easily slap this Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator off the dueling platform.

Mo Wuji sighed. If he really eliminated a Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator so easily in this crushing manner, he would likely be in everyone's sights again.

With this thought, Mo Wuji had no choice but to reluctantly release his vortex domain.

This Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator hadn't taken Mo Wuji seriously at all. However, when he discovered that his domain had struck Mo Wuji's like an egg hitting a stone, he was greatly alarmed. If the opponent's domain were to engulf him again, combined with an attack, his life would be in danger.

Even knowing that it was too late, this Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator quickly grabbed his magical weapon, a three-bladed spear.

Just as this Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator was about to fight desperately, he suddenly found that his originally vulnerable domain had actually broken through the opponent's vortex domain, and his entire body relaxed.

Overjoyed, the God-Nurturing cultivator enveloped Mo Wuji with a dense formation of three-bladed spears. This was his strongest divine ability, Space Blade Forest.

Mo Wuji seemed to awkwardly dodge his Blade Forest, and then threw a punch.

All the cultivators watching from below the stage could clearly see that Mo Wuji's punch was like the sun tearing through space, directly shattering the Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator's domain and hitting his body.

The Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator was directly blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air before falling off the stage.

Mo Wuji used the divine ability, Domain Ripping Fist, because his spiritual root was currently displayed as a fire-type spiritual root, and his cultivation was shown to be below the late stage of God-Nurturing. Therefore, he had to use his most proficient divine ability to blast the Level 9 God-Nurturing cultivator off the stage.

A fire-type cultivator's most proficient divine ability would naturally be a fire-type divine ability.

After blasting his opponent off the dueling platform, Mo Wuji still felt somewhat stifled. This kind of duel was really unsatisfying. Not only did he have to suppress his domain, but even a single Domain Ripping Fist had to appear fierce, while in reality, he had concealed most of its power.

After throwing that punch, he didn't even need to catch his breath, yet he had to take out a pill and put it in his mouth.

Mo Wuji concealed most of the power of his Domain Ripping Fist, but it still shocked everyone below the dueling platform.

"Such a powerful fire-type divine ability! This person's cultivation isn't high, but his strength is very strong. That fire-type punch fully utilizes his fire-type spiritual root," someone couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"If I had that kind of divine ability, I would dare to go on the dueling platform even at Level 5 God-Nurturing."

…

Regardless of how others discussed the power of Mo Wuji's punch, a short man had already landed on the dueling platform, standing opposite Mo Wuji.

This was a cultivator at the peak of Level 8 God-Nurturing, and he immediately slashed at Mo Wuji with a saber.

Mo Wuji naturally continued to dodge. The God-Nurturing cultivator's saber was like pouring water, covering the entire dueling platform. Below the platform, people could only see saber light crisscrossing the stage, with Mo Wuji swaying left and right within the saber light.

After dodging for about half an incense stick's worth of time, people below the platform finally saw Mo Wuji seize an opportunity and throw another punch. It was still the fist with flames, still the same posture.

Like the previous one, this short cultivator was directly blasted away by Mo Wuji, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air before falling off the dueling platform. Then, Mo Wuji swallowed a pill.

Seemingly sensing that Mo Wuji's attack ability was limited and relied entirely on pills, several cultivators flew onto the dueling platform at the same time after the short cultivator was blasted away. In the end, a female cultivator took the lead.

In the next duel, it was still Mo Wuji dodging and the female cultivator attacking. Then, Mo Wuji found an opportunity to throw a punch with flames, and then swallow another pill.

Same punch, same flames, same being blasted away.

Two hours later, everyone at Mo Wuji's platform completely understood what kind of person Mo Wuji was. A Level 6 God-Nurturing cultivator with a fire-type spiritual root. His spiritual root aptitude was decent, at least everyone could feel his fire-type spiritual charm.

This cultivator only had three moves in duels. The first move was to rely on agile spatial movement to dodge the challenger's attacks. Then, he would seize an opportunity to unleash the Flame Fist divine ability, and finally swallow a pill to recover.

The key was that no cultivator who had gone on stage had been able to avoid that Flame Fist divine ability.

However, there was still a constant stream of cultivators rushing onto Mo Wuji's dueling platform. At least until now, no one had been killed on Mo Wuji's platform.

This was rare. It was almost a miracle that no one had been killed on a dueling platform after more than a dozen fights. However, everyone thought it was normal, because Mo Wuji's methods were too limited and his cultivation was too low.

A Level 6 God-Nurturing cultivator who relied entirely on his movement technique to avoid all attacks, and then seized an opportunity to unleash that one divine ability. It was clear that it was unlikely to have much killing power.

Before a full day had passed, Mo Wuji had won twenty-eight consecutive matches. On the array display screen, the score of the person ranked last was twenty-nine points. Mo Wuji estimated that if he won one or two more matches, his name would appear on the array display screen.

"This person is probably running out of steam. His Flame Fist divine ability seems to be getting weaker and weaker. And it's becoming more and more difficult for him to find opportunities to punch."

"The main reason is that this person has taken too many vitality recovery pills. No matter how good the pills are, they still have pill toxins. If he doesn't refine them in time, they will block his spiritual channels and affect his vitality and divine sense. It will also have a great impact on his future cultivation."

"What else can he do if he doesn't take pills? Do you expect a Level 6 God-Nurturing cultivator who only knows one divine ability to have other ways to keep winning?"

"I think it's wrong to use pills in these duels. It's like cheating."

…

The discussions below the stage did not affect Mo Wuji in the slightest. Mo Wuji had already won his twenty-ninth match. Even though his name had not yet appeared, Mo Wuji knew that if he won the next match, his name would definitely appear on the display screen.

If he could, Mo Wuji really didn't want to eat these pills that were purely made from the best Qinglu Rice. In his opinion, the best Qinglu Rice tasted best when cooked into rice. Eating it like this was a waste. However, if he didn't eat them, how could a Level 6 God-Nurturing cultivator like him keep winning?

"This person must be at the end of his rope. I'll go kill him." A man with a face full of horizontal scars snorted coldly and stepped onto the dueling platform.

His powerful domain immediately locked onto Mo Wuji. The strength of a God-Nurturing Completion cultivator, almost reaching the level of a Half-Step Heavenly God, was immediately revealed.

Mo Wuji immediately appeared sluggish in his domain, and even his movements seemed to become difficult.

"Boy, you dare to disrupt the affairs of my Loose Cultivator Alliance. Go to hell…" The scarred man shouted sharply, and a door-sized, saw-like magical weapon slowly sawed towards Mo Wuji, who was locked in place by the domain, accompanied by a trembling sound.

Mo Wuji wanted to quickly struggle to get out of the way, but the scarred man's domain seemed to be too powerful, directly trapping all of Mo Wuji's movements.

Mo Wuji asked with a look of panic, "I'm dueling here according to the rules. How am I disrupting the affairs of the Loose Cultivator Alliance? And I'm also a loose cultivator."

The scarred man lowered his voice and said, "Boy, I'll let you die knowing why. The spots on this dueling platform have already been decided by my Loose Cultivator Alliance. How dare a mere loose cultivator ant like you covet these spots? Go to hell…"

Why would another loose cultivator call a loose cultivator an ant? In an instant, Mo Wuji understood that many of the duels on these platforms must be fake. The Loose Cultivator Alliance had arranged for some seed contestants to farm points here. Once the designated point-giving cultivators went up, they would be defeated after only a few exchanges. If someone who didn't know the situation, like him, went up, they would be killed very quickly.

No wonder the highest score among those eighty spots was over a hundred, while the lowest was only twenty-nine points. Even the strongest God-Nurturing cultivator would find it difficult to win a hundred consecutive matches, right? Mo Wuji didn't believe that all God-Nurturing cultivators were like him, not cultivating spiritual channels but cultivating meridians, with one hundred and eight meridians, three vitality storage meridians, and a Large Violet Lake in his spiritual sea.

It seemed that these spots had been obtained by the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the ones who would eventually participate in the Nirvana Learning Academy assessment would still be the disciples of those large sects or families who were representing the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

A loose cultivator was still a loose cultivator, just as the scarred man had said, they were ants.

This was blatant backroom dealing.

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly. Whether it was the honor towers for pills, tools, and talismans, or this dueling arena, there was no real fairness or justice.

His previous thought of not killing too many people, considering that everyone had worked hard to cultivate to this point as loose cultivators, was so ridiculous.

Since that was the case, then let the killing begin. If someone wanted Mo Wuji's life, then they would have to exchange it with their own. He couldn't care about not attracting attention anymore. Being afraid of this and that was not his nature.

The long saw had already reached the top of Mo Wuji's head. Mo Wuji, who had been locked in place, activated some kind of secret technique, and his body suddenly shifted slightly, and then he threw a punch.

"Bang!" The scarred man who had attacked Mo Wuji was directly blasted away by Mo Wuji's punch.

Everyone was amazed by Mo Wuji, thinking it was unbelievable that Mo Wuji was able to avoid that saw. No one was worried about the scarred man, because everyone knew that Mo Wuji's punch lacked killing intent and killing aura. Even if he was hit, he would only spit out a mouthful of blood and suffer some minor injuries.

However, the next moment, everyone was stunned. Just as the scarred man was blasted off the thunder platform, his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist. His primordial spirit had just escaped when it was swept away by a ball of flames, disappearing without a trace.

This was true destruction of both body and soul.