The Peerless Emperor

The thunderous trampling of the puppet on the ground approached incessantly, sending thousands of thoughts surging through Lin Qian's mind.

"The special effect of Exorcism Silver on Soul Power makes a direct confrontation undoubtedly tough and unrewarding."

"However, due to its bulky size, its movements seem very slow; yet its power must be tremendous, and going head-to-head would be even more disadvantageous."

"The best method should be to use speed to completely overpower it, mainly targeting the joints to disable the puppet and secure the victory."

As he thought this, the puppet with a heavy gray body had already closed in on Lin Qian, its huge metallic fist smashing towards his face.

The wind from the fist howled, blowing Lin Qian's long hair backward.

Crack!

Crimson-gold lightning instantly enveloped his entire body, Lin Qian did not hesitate at all, raising his fist and slamming it forward.

His flesh and blood right fist, carrying the roaring crimson-gold lightning, collided with the metallic fist coming towards him.

The puppet's advancing figure halted due to the impact of the fists, then its body was covered in lightning.

Bang!

A huge collision sound echoed in the empty corridor, the puppet originally charging at Lin Qian crumbled into a heap of fragments, flying backwards and clanging against the floor made of the same Exorcism Silver.

Dispersing the Soul Power from his fist, Lin Qian continued walking forward, paying no heed to the scattered fragments on the ground.

"So I think the head-on approach is still the best!" muttered Lin Qian softly as he walked past the heap of puppet debris he had destroyed.

Meanwhile, in another corridor, sword Qi twinkling like stars gathered around a woman dressed in pure white, flying forward and precisely piercing all the joints of a puppet.

Accompanied by the crackling sounds of shattering, the puppet's body made of Exorcism Silver parts scattered on the ground.

Ye Xin retracted her Soul Power, walking past the pile of parts and looking at the defeated puppet remains, thinking to herself, "With such puppets, it must be quite easy for Little Qian."

Furthermore, Li Yunfeng followed Lin Qian's earlier thoughts, leaving trails of afterimages around the puppet, making it impossible for it to discern his form.

Specks of golden Sword Qi burst forth, breaking the joints of the puppet and successfully knocking it down.

On the other side, another puppet was enveloped by soul power like ocean water, caught in the swirling soul power and completely unable to struggle free.

With the increasing pressure of the soul power, Zhang Zide watched as the joints of the puppet in front of him collapsed and it finally lost its combat ability.

Zhang Qi and Zhang Wenxuan, both advised by Lin Qian, fought with an eight-arm style that was both offensive and defensive, forcefully knocking down the puppet by sheer physical strength.

Lin Qian and his group progressed very smoothly.

Bang!

Another fist turned the third puppet in front of him into a pile of fragments, and Lin Qian saw a change begin to occur before him.

Three black rays of light dived down from the sky, landing on the back of Lin Qian's hand.

When Lin Qian looked down, he was shocked to find three tiny patterns on the back of his hand, seemingly part of a larger intricate design.

According to the text that reappeared, this was the performance score because he had successfully defeated three puppets, earning the qualification to enter the Small World of Trial Land, thus this thing appeared.

Next, Lin Qian would be able to delve deeper into the path of battle, continuing to challenge puppets to earn more performance points.

"Zhuge Ming, how's the analysis?" Lin Qian asked as he walked forward, also making contact with Zhuge Ming from the Huaxia Empire.

As he entered this space, Lin Qian had already concentrated his Soul Power on his eyes, connecting with the Huaxia Empire, conveying all the information he had gathered to the Heavenly Art Department.

According to the analysis from the Heavenly Art Department, Lin Qian was actually already in the Small World.

However, the space where Lin Qian was now is merely a small space divided by an Array.

It indeed contained the fluctuations of a teleportation Array, clearly triggering different effects upon either failure or victory.

As for the mark on Lin Qian's hand, according to Zhuge Ming's analysis, it was indeed just a marker, its only function being to record and possessing a high degree of recognition.

From this, it seemed that the mark was harmless, merely serving to record the amount of performance points earned in the trial.

With his mind at ease, Lin Qian continued moving forward. Whenever he encountered puppets with stronger power and alertness, he would directly punch them, not dragging it out.

The strength of these puppets was merely that of the Body Realm in the Life and Death Realm; each new puppet encountered only increased a bit within this Realm.

Even though Lin Qian had now encountered the tenth puppet, none had reached the strength of the Power Realm in the Life and Death Realm.

Lin Qian frowned, standing in place and thinking to himself, "If that's the case, then there must be quite a few people who have passed the path of battle and entered the Small World. After all, this time during the South Meeting, the gathering is of geniuses, most of whom have reached the Life and Death Realm."

With this thought, Lin Qian raised his leg and fiercely kicked forward.

The air exploded, the puppet in front of him didn't even manage to lift its arms before its chest was struck squarely by the kick.

The puppet struck right at its core by this kick suddenly shattered, cracks eventually spreading across its entire body, breaking into pieces just like the previous puppets.

"Boring!" Lin Qian, looking at the fragments on the ground, frowned and shook his head repeatedly.

But at that moment, a pale white vortex suddenly appeared in front of him.

Looking down at the black pattern that had now split into ten tiny lines on his hand, then looking up at the pale white vortex ahead, Lin Qian sneered, "Just ten puppets and it's already cleared? That's way too easy."

After saying this, Lin Qian stepped forward into the vortex, disappearing from the path of battle.

After Lin Qian left, a half-transparent specter of an old man suddenly appeared in his original position.

The specter of the old man showed a surprised and amused smile, "Interesting, truly an interesting young man, it's been many years since we've had such a suitable candidate."

Of course, Lin Qian, who had left, didn't know that such a bizarre old man's specter had emerged; he was now stepping on solid ground.

Right after Lin Qian touched down, a swooshing sound came from behind. As he turned around, he saw a long saber falling down, aimed right at the top of his forehead.

Crack!

The saber that struck his forehead snapped into two pieces; the front half of the blade spun as it flew backward while the remaining half of the broken saber was held by a member of the Sea Clan.

This member of the Sea Clan, looking at the broken saber in his hand, then at Lin Qian in front of him, did not hesitate for a moment before turning around and running!