Chapter 1447: A Strong Start

A battle between the same cultivation realm meant Yi Tianyun would face an opponent at the peak God Monarch level.

Currently, his own cultivation was relatively “weak”—only at God Monarch Level Seven.

From their perspective, sending a peak-level God Monarch against Yi Tianyun meant he was certain to lose.

Soon, they began assigning opponents.

Heavenly Venerable Li Tiantian and the others were not immediately matched with upper-tier opponents—they were given lower-tier early-stage instead.

Even though the realms were the same, the levels were also matched.

They might look down on low-talent individuals, but that didn’t mean they were entirely unfair. Since the opposing side had sent someone of this realm, they would do the same—so even if they won, Heavenly God Hao Han would respect it.

“We will also send opponents of corresponding cultivation level to avoid accusations of bullying. No objections, right?” the Great Elder announced.

For them, arranging opponents this way emphasized the brilliance of talent and maximized their advantage.

At the same level, crushing the opponent made the victory naturally different.

“No objections,” everyone replied.

Yi Tianyun’s own response was the same.

His cultivation was God Monarch Level Seven, so the opponent assigned to him was also God Monarch Level Seven, no change in level.

“I have no objections either,” Heavenly God Hao Han said calmly.

“But even if you assign higher-level opponents, I still have no objections. If I lose, I will accept it,” he added.

“Because of our prior agreement—regardless of cultivation level, we must defeat all of them.”

Hao Han’s mindset had always been stubborn.

Sometimes that stubbornness had consequences. Previously, he had been ambitious, believing he could train someone to late-stage upper-tier Heavenly Venerable level within ten thousand years—but he fell just short.

Moon-Thousand Heavenly Venerable, for instance, was at mid upper-tier Heavenly Venerable, just one level below late-stage upper-tier.

Even reaching that late-stage level, the difference in raw strength and bloodline potential would make a huge impact.

“Hmph, let’s just win this round first!” the Great Elder said coldly.

He found Hao Han’s arrogance intolerable, dismissing it as youthful pride.

But such pride often ended in tragedy.

“Rules first: touch-and-stop only. No killing blows, unless unavoidable attacks occur. Any deliberate excessive attack will be severely punished!”

The Great Elder didn’t approve of Hao Han’s decision but insisted on control—no need for cruelty among their own.

The arena was divided into five zones, each corresponding to a different opponent.

Yi Tianyun’s opponent stepped forward—a young disciple with impressive dragon-blood lineage, faintly covered in dragon scales.

The young disciple sneered, sizing up Yi Tianyun like a defeated opponent.

Just arriving, he assumed Yi Tianyun was certain to lose.

“You humans… all you can do is exploit loopholes. Even if you expose flaws in the Talent Testing Stele, it’s meaningless. Our progress here is built on real strength, not just a stone tablet!”

The Level Seven God Monarch disciple looked down on Yi Tianyun.

To him, any attempt to find loopholes was trivial.

Reaching this level required real strength, not tricks.

“When have I denied your real strength? But if the stele had labeled you as only second or third-grade talent back then, you probably wouldn’t have reached this position—no amount of effort would have helped.”

Yi Tianyun’s words carried weight.

If someone were arbitrarily classified as low-talent, they could fall into lifelong stagnation, believing they were worthless.

This is why Yi Tianyun did not advocate blindly following such systems.

Life was full of variables: a sudden breakthrough, an unexpected opportunity, a surge in insight—anyone could rise unexpectedly.

Strict systems that labeled someone worthless could crush potential forever.

“Impossible! My talent would never be rated so low by any stone tablet—nothing like your lowly human level!” the disciple snorted.

“Then I’ll show you the real difference!”

He instantly erupted, his body covered in dragon scales, dragon blood surging violently.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a human-headed, dragon-bodied figure, radiating shocking power.

The sheer pressure surprised Yi Tianyun.

This disciple truly was the cream of the crop.

In an external divine domain, he could dominate peers effortlessly—even fight above his level with ease.

But unfortunately for him—he faced Yi Tianyun.

“Boom!”

The disciple launched a ferocious attack—no flashy moves, just a raw punch aimed at Yi Tianyun.

Yi Tianyun stood still, waiting.

As the punch came, he met it with his own fist—an entirely fair contest.

“That fool—he’s literally punching Dragon-Glory Senior, it’s suicide!”

“Haha, humans always think too simply. They overestimate themselves, only to be crushed.”

“They’ll see soon enough—low talent will never rise, never seize our resources!”

Just when everyone expected Yi Tianyun to be thrown across the arena,

a crackling sound rang out.

The disciple was sent flying instead, crashing into a group of other disciples and knocking many down.

“Next,” Yi Tianyun took a step forward, calm and unfazed.

“You couldn’t even warm up properly—are you bringing someone stronger next? The so-called geniuses—still dare to call themselves that in front of me?”

He was arrogantly confident—and since the other side had been so arrogant, Yi Tianyun saw no need to hold back.

If not for the rules, he could have crushed them all.

With just one fist, he defeated his opponent—without unleashing his full aura—a perfect strong start to the battle.

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A single punch, and the opponent was defeated effortlessly. The other four Heavenly Venerables similarly pressed their opponents with overwhelming force, leaving them completely unable to fight back.

It was a full-scale suppression, absolute crushing! These so-called “geniuses” were the ones being utterly dominated.

Although they didn’t achieve a one-punch knockout like Yi Tianyun, their relentless pressure already left the spectators stunned.

This wasn’t just shocking — it was a face-slapping humiliation. What kind of genius could stand in front of them? None.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The explosive force of their attacks sent opponent after opponent flying off the arena. The first batch of opponents was completely defeated, not a single victory. Their efficiency and decisiveness were absolute perfection — the first round ended flawlessly!

The first-round victory left everyone dumbfounded. Total suppression, complete dominance — far beyond anyone’s expectations. They had assumed they could overpower Yi Tianyun’s group and humiliate the Heavenly God, but the result proved them catastrophically wrong.

Five Heavenly Venerables, all victorious.

“Grand Elder, the first batch is done. You may continue with the next!” Heavenly God Haohan signaled for the next round.

Grand Elder’s face darkened. He had never expected such a clean defeat — utterly crushed.

“Very well, then select the second batch!” Grand Elder continued, now forced to choose from the remaining disciples on the spot since they had no backup prepared.

“This time, we’ll surely defeat them!” Grand Elder gritted his teeth, sending out the strongest disciples of this level.

Yi Tianyun’s opponent remained a God Monarch at the seventh layer, but noticeably stronger than before. Every aspect — bloodline, physical strength, and skill — was superior. Initially, they had thought a mid-level disciple would suffice, but now it was clear that had been a miscalculation.

The disciples stepped onto the arena, their arrogance practically tangible. If pride could take physical form, the surrounding air would be suffocated by it.

“You managed to defeat Dragon Hui, so you have some skill. But it ends here! Everything will terminate under me — you’ll finally know your place…”

Before the words could finish, a blur of motion struck. Yi Tianyun barely reacted, felt pain, and then the opponent was sent flying, losing consciousness — another one-punch knockout.

The impact crushed a group of nearby disciples, almost knocking them unconscious as well.

“Too much chatter! I’ll show you exactly what your place is!” Yi Tianyun said coldly, stepping forward.

Once again, he dispatched these so-called geniuses with ease, securing the first victory of the next batch.

Among the others, Heavenly Venerables Jian Si and Long Ming struggled. Their opponents in this second batch had real skill. But struggle or not, they ultimately prevailed.

Heavenly Venerables Yue Qian and Li Tian, meanwhile, continued to suppress their opponents with overwhelming force, claiming victory as well. In the end, all five of Yi Tianyun’s group emerged triumphant.

They now stood as the strongest among their peers at the same level. Grand Elder had deployed the best disciples, yet all were defeated — meaning they’d have to send even stronger opponents, forcing an overleveled battle.

“How can they still win?”

Grand Elder’s expression darkened. Even with their top-level disciples, defeat was inevitable.

“They’ve won! They’ve won!” The Domain Lady cheered. Seeing her son’s disciples victorious brought her immense joy.

Heavenly Lord Xiutian turned to glance at her, and the Domain Lady obediently fell silent.

Heavenly Lord Xiutian frowned, astonished at how his son’s disciples had grown so formidable.

“Could it be… our decisions all these years were wrong?” He began to doubt the long-standing rules of the Xiutian Domain.

If these rules didn’t yield the optimal results, then perhaps they should be discarded. But the outcome would have to be observed to be certain. After all, the other Grand Elders and attendants still held partial authority.

“Good!” Heavenly God Haohan’s spirit surged. He was thrilled.

These disciples were the ones he had personally trained, save for Yi Tianyun, who had mostly advanced on his own. Their current strength far exceeded his expectations.

He fixed his gaze on Grand Elder. “Now, you must send even stronger opponents. This will be an overleveled battle.”

Grand Elder’s expression darkened. Theoretically, he did not wish it to come to this. Even victory would not bring glory — winning at the same level would simply expose their weakness.

But now, there was no choice. The stronger opponents had to be sent.

“Very well, as you wish!”

Grand Elder immediately dispatched even stronger disciples. Yi Tianyun faced a God Monarch at the eighth layer, a full layer stronger than before. The others would face similarly leveled opponents, approaching the upper ranks of the Heavenly Venerable tier.

Facing an opponent one tier above was extremely dangerous. Even Jian Si and Long Ming, who had struggled against same-tier disciples, would now face the possibility of defeat.

“Win this round, and don’t complain later. My original promise was to defeat all the disciples of the Xiutian Domain!” Grand Elder said gravely.

“My original promise still stands,” Heavenly God Haohan replied without hesitation. He would not back down. Whatever pledge he had made had to be honored, and he never doubted victory.

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