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âWhatâs going on? Is he admitting defeat?â The Heaven Suppressing Magic Sectâs disciples were flabbergasted.
Suddenly, the runic shields the disciple on the stage had condensed exploded, and a line of blood began to appear on his forehead.
It spread, going down his nose, chin, and neck. It was a straight line of blood.
The disciple reached out to touch his own face, but as soon as he moved, he began to fall apart.
He turned into two pieces that slowly fell to the ground. A transparent figure flew out that was his soul, but then it also exploded.
The martial stageâs barrier sensed that one of them had died and automatically turned off.
At exactly this time, Yue Zifeng reached the edge of the stage. He jumped off, as if everything had been timed perfectly by him. He didnât get there too late, nor did he have to wait for the barrier to dissipate.
Another rank six Celestial had been killed. And this time, there had been no trick to it. Everyone had clearly seen that it was Yue Zifengâs power that had allowed him to break that discipleâs defenses.
âAbsolutely overboard!â Ma Xingkongâs hair was standing on end as he glared at the Xuan Master. âI demand an explanation!â
The Xuan Master smiled faintly. âThereâs nothing to explain. Didnât we already agree that life and death are up to the heavens? What, have you forgotten already?â
âFine! Fine, life and death are up to the heavens! Letâs see just how long you can be so calm!â spat out Ma Xingkong.
The final rank six Celestial jumped onto the stage. He was the only innate rank six Celestial.
His Blood Qi erupted as soon as he arrived, and a huge figure appeared behind him.
That was a thirty-meter giant formed of runes. The giant let out a furious roar that shook the arena.
âIdiots of the Xuantian Dao Sect, come and face your death!â The discipleâs roar was full of killing intent. The Heaven Suppressing Magic Sectâs disciples were all infuriated. He suddenly pointed at Long Chen. âYou are called Long Chen, correct? Get over here and die!â
âYou donât have the qualifications. Wilde, itâs your turn.â Long Chen looked back.
âWilde, wake up. Itâs your turn.â Gu Yang gave Wilde a hard nudge. He was currently asleep in his seat.
Only then did Wilde groggily stand up and start walking forward.
âWrong direction! The stage is over there!â Gu Yang hastily corrected his direction. He was speechless.
Wilde drowsily arrived on the stage. He opened his mouth and yawned. Looking at his opponent, he said, âBrother Long wants me to beat you. You should admit defeat, or donât blame me for killing you.â
The Heaven Suppressing Magic Sectâs disciple roared and waved his staff. The giant behind him shot forward and punched at Wilde.
Wilde seemed to still not be awake. His head was still sluggish, and so he was struck directly and slammed into the barrier.
This attackâs power was immense, and the entire martial stage shuddered. But when Wilde crawled up, he wasnât injured at all, shocking everyone. Just how terrifying was his physical body?
âDie!â His opponent once more waved his staff, and more giant figures appeared, all charging at Wilde.
These giants were formed from various runes. They were incredibly powerful, and each one of their steps caused the martial stage to quiver.
There were a total of eighteen giants. Each one of them had a blood-colored rune on its forehead. When they moved, they automatically absorbed energy from the world. That was just like how Celestials could merge with heaven and earth, giving them a continuous supply of energy. That way they didnât need to take the discipleâs spiritual yuan.
âYouâre the one who will die!â
Suddenly, Wilde roared. Perhaps that attack completely woke him up, and he directly summoned the Barbarian Blood Bronze Body and swept his huge club out.
What shocked everyone was that any of the giants touched by the spiked club would explode upon contact.
Those giants were powerless to resist in front of Wildeâs power. His opponent was completely shocked, and he quickly waved his staff, chanting some mnemonic. Countless flying swords of light were condensing in the air.
Even through the barrier, everyone sensed a terrifying pressure from these flying swords. This was a terrifying attack from an innate rank six Celestial.
Their magical arts received the approval of the Heavenly Daos easier, and not only were they faster, but their power was also many times greater.
Each of these flying swords had the power to kill a rank five Celestial. Now, there were over ten thousand of them, and they were all shooting toward Wilde. Even the Dragonblood warriors started to sweat.
Wildeâs spiked club began to glow, and with a heaven-shaking roar, he smashed it at the ground.
The completely undamaged martial stage finally had a three-meter hole smashed into it by Wilde. Countless fragments shot out, and a powerful qi wave struck the flying swords.
The flying swords exploded one after another. This swing of Wildeâs club completely destroyed his opponentâs terrifying attack.
âBastard, taste my club!â
Wilde roared and was just about to charge at his opponent when he suddenly froze, staring blankly.
Not only him, but everyone else was also staring blankly. The one with the blankest expression was Wildeâs opponent.
Not only was his expression blank, but his life aura had also disappeared. He fell from the sky just like that.
He collapsed limply on the ground. At some unknown point, a small, chopstick-sized hole had appeared in his forehead.
Wilde was dumbfounded. He asked, âHey, are we still fighting? If you arenât fighting anymore, then it means I win.â
âHow could this happen?!â
Ma Xingkong was extremely unwilling. Others might not know what had happened, but he had seen it clearly. This powerful innate rank six Celestial had truly died wrongly.
Wildeâs attack had caused fragments of the martial stage to fly out. The martial stage was supported by countless runes, making it incredibly hard.
As a result, a little pebble of it had struck his disciple in the end, and the power of the runes within the pebble had instantly killed his soul. This disciple had truly died in a ridiculous way.
âThis was just an accident!â raged Ma Xingkong.
âIt truly was an accident. Thatâs fine, my Xuantian Dao Sect is reasonable. We havenât announced victory. You can have your disciple stand back up and keep fighting,â sneered Long Chen.
âYou!â Ma Xingkongâs face turned purple.
Although it was an accident, that disciple was dead. He had lost this round.
He was startled, infuriated, and devastated. Four rank six Celestials had all been killed! How was he supposed to give an explanation when he got back?
Even if he won, the spirit stone mine was nothing compared to four rank six Celestials. There was no comparison. Only by bringing back the Life Star Bead would he barely be able to make up for his losses.
Currently, everyone in the Xuantian Dao Sect was shocked, and quite a few people were deeply worried.
No matter how this competition ended, the relationship between the Xuantian Dao Sect and Heaven Suppressing Magic Sect would be completely ruined. Four rank six Celestials, which were all genius disciples that had only just advanced and were existences with limitless potential. Perhaps the Heaven Suppressing Magic Sect would want to kill themselves from the pain from losing them.
The higher-ups of the Xuantian Dao Sect were all shocked by the power of Long Chenâs side. Meng Qi and Guo Ranâs victories were understandable, as they had caught their opponents off guard.
But Yue Zifengâs victory had been decided through true power, and Wilde was the same. Although Wilde had only swung his club a few times, his power had still been terrifying. Furthermore, his aura had still been climbing. He clearly hadnât used his full power.
They had only been in the Xuantian Dao Sect for such a short amount of time, but they had grown to such a terrifying extent. Even though they had personally witnessed their growth, they were incomparably shocked.
As for the senior generation disciples, Gao Xianyang and the others were also full of shock. Although Gao Xianyang was a rank six Celestial who had reached the late Foundation Forging realm, he still felt intimidated by Wilde and the otherâs power.
The happiest ones would naturally have to be the Elder Hall. All of Long Chenâs Dragonblood Legion had placed themselves under the banner of the Elder Hall, and they had won them a great deal of face now.
Now the score was four to four. Only one more round remained, and the winner of it would be the overall victor.
From an absolute disadvantage, they had caught up to this point. This was completely out of most of their expectations. Only the Xuan Masterâs expression remained calm and indifferent, as if he didnât care too much about any of this.
Wilde foolishly stood on the martial stage, staring at his opponentâs unmoving corpse. He didnât know what to do. He wasnât sure whether this person was really dead or faking. That was because in his mind, only people who were smashed to bits were really dead.
Long Chen was about to call Wilde back when a new figure jumped onto the stage. He was the mysterious man wearing the conical hat.
âIt seems youâre the strongest disciple of the Xuantian Dao Sect. Thereâs no need to get off. Letâs decide victory or defeat right now!â His voice was quiet and icy without the slightest emotion.
âYou want to fight? Then come!â
Wilde didnât understand what this man was saying. Seeing a new opponent come, he thought it was a replacement. He swung his club, ready to fight.
But before anyone saw his opponent do anything, a golden ray of light shot over and pierced Wildeâs head.
It was incredibly fast and too sudden. By the time Wilde reacted, it had already reached him. He instinctively tilted his head to the side.
Blood splashed. A large cut appeared on Wildeâs head, and through it, it was possible to see his skull.
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