Beside the martial arts stage, Xiu Mei gritted her teeth and stood up.
She covered her right shoulder, where a deep wound was bleeding.
But at this moment, the gray qi on her body was concentrated at the wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding.
Xiu Mei stared at Murong Jian on the martial arts platform, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
I have to say, she was careless just now.
But she can still fight!
With her abilities, she is sure to be able to kill Murong Jian!
“Round 2, Match 6, Submatch 2, Long Dragon Pavilion’s Murong Jian wins!”
At this moment, the referee’s voice boomed throughout the entire Shenwu Stage.
According to the rules of the Hundred Schools Competition, as soon as someone lands outside the fighting platform, they are declared defeated.
Although Xiu Mei still had the ability to fight, since she had fallen outside the martial arts platform, this round of the competition was considered a loss.
Upon hearing this, Xiu Mei’s heart skipped a beat as she looked towards the distance, at the site of Zi Yan Palace.
She knew that Lord Jiang Dao of the palace had arrived.
Her carelessness led to the failure…and she would inevitably face severe punishment.
“Sex…”
At this point, applause broke out in the audience.
Before Mei’s cruelty, most of the people present found it repulsive.
Seeing her downfall now, I naturally feel happy.
Murong Jian sheathed his sword and turned to leave the stage, returning to the Dragon Slaying Pavilion’s arena.
……
“This Murong Jian… isn’t bad.” In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian’s back, his eyes flickering slightly.
According to his aura, Murong Jian’s cultivation level has reached the middle or late stage of the Divine Transformation period.
As for Xiu Mei, her cultivation level is hard to gauge.
One moment I felt like I was in the Nascent Soul stage, the next I was back in the Core Formation stage.
But nonetheless, Xiu Mei was evidently one of the core disciples of Zi Yan Palace over two thousand years ago.
For a contemporary young cultivator at roughly the same level of cultivation, defeating an ancient monster who had been practicing for over two thousand years would be extremely difficult.
Especially this old monster, he has some strange blessings on him.
Besides, Murong Jian’s so-called Dragon Slashing Sword Technique also piqued Fang Yu’s interest.
The Dragon Slaying Pavilion, the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique… Does this sect have a grudge against dragons?
Of course, a contemporary sect wouldn’t care too much about a name like that.
Dragons are creatures of legend.
In the long history of summer, I don’t know how many sects or spells related to dragons have appeared.
For example, back then in the Jiangnan region, there was an ancient cultivator named Gu Rulong who practiced arts related to dragons. But in reality, he only materialized a dragon shape. There were no other elements connected to dragons.
These sects and spells only add “dragon” to their names to sound more high-class.
“The more I live, the more I regress… I can’t even beat a contemporary prodigy.” Fang Yu looked at the several people in Ziyangu Palace ahead, a sneer and cold smile on his face.
……
“Palace Master, please give me another chance…” Xiu Mei walked back to the field and knelt down directly on one knee, bowing her head and saying.
Jiang Dao stood still, his grayish eyes showing no emotional fluctuation.
He ignored Xiu Mei and looked at Zhen Yun beside him, saying, “Second round, go.”
“Understood, Palace Master,” Zhenyun immediately bowed his head and replied.
Xiu Mei still knelt on the ground, too afraid to speak.
Jiangdao looked up and scanned the audience seats in front of him, ignoring Xiu Mei.
The number of attendees was more than he had expected.
But he knew, that man…would certainly be there today.
It’s very possible you’re already among this group of people.
“Aren’t you coming out? Do you want to watch us step by step onto the peak?” Jiangdao sneered in his heart, “Well then, we’ll wait until then and kill him, making him the last stepping stone for the revival of Ziyan Palace. This is the most perfect plot.”
……
The second match began soon after.
On the side of Zhanlong Pavilion, still appearing was Murong Jian.
While the Ziyangu Palace finally got a change of guard.
Zhenyun has taken the stage.
All eyes in the audience were on Zhenyun.
Before the first round, no one had heard of Zi Yan Palace, simply treating it as an ordinary emerging sect.
But after the performances of the first and second rounds of the first match, Ziyan Palace has successfully become the focus of the whole venue.
Even the several major sects from Beidu don’t have this level of attention.
“Finally, they sent out a male disciple… This person looks… like he’s not very strong.”
“She was thin and her aura was completely overshadowed by Murong Jian.”
“Zhanlong Pavilion should win two consecutive games to enter the top 25.”
Most of the audience was shocked by Murong Jian’s performance in the previous match.
This is the second-ranked evildoer on the Heavenly List!
Disciples from other regions, even those with stunning talents among their ranks, are unable to compare with these truly top-tier prodigies!
Zen Yun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian before him. His eyes were as cold as blades, filled with killing intent.
Feeling the killing intent, Murong Jian frowned slightly.
In the last match, he could have chosen to strike embroidered plum with his sword, but he didn’t because he didn’t want to go that far.
The visible shock clouds before them seemed to take offense, even erupting with a more direct killing intent.
Murong Jian directly drew his long sword from its scabbard, pointing it straight at Zhen Yun.
The drums of war have not yet sounded, but on the martial stage swords are drawn and bows taut!
After three seconds, the bell rang!
“Whoosh!”
Both sides moved simultaneously!
This time, neither party introduced themselves!
Murong Jian held his sword in both hands, his figure moving like a ghost as he appeared beside Zhen Yun and struck out with his blade!
A slender chain appeared in Zhenyun’s hand. He straightened it, holding it before him as a shield.
“Bang!”
A metallic clang resounded, and the chain rattled.
Murong Jian only felt a huge force rebounding, his long sword jolted upwards, and for a moment, he couldn’t control it!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhen Yun slammed his left palm against Murong Jian’s chest!
“Sword Qi Protects the Body!”
With a thought, Murong’s swordsmanship condensed a faint protective barrier in front of him.
Zhen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and as his right palm moved forward, a sudden burst of purple flames rose!
Seeing this, Fang Yu’s eyes in the audience suddenly turned cold.
This is the most representative spell of Ziyan Palace!
On the martial arts platform, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm strike, but it was too late to dodge.
The next second, Zhen Yun’s right palm had already smashed against that shield.
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion erupted, the sword energy forming the protective shield seemingly igniting like kindling, caught aflame by Zhen Yun’s right palm imbued with purple flames!
“Wow!”
In an instant, the purple flames flared into a massive sheet, charging towards Murong Jian in front!
Murong Jian’s expression changed, he took a step back, grasped his long sword with both hands, and slashed forward!
“The First Style, Dragon Slash!”
“Bang!”
A sword qi slashed towards the purple flames ahead.
Murong Jian wanted to use this strike to shatter these purple flames!
The sword qi burst forth, and indeed a gap was opened in the purple flames ahead.
But in an instant, it closed again, and the flames burned even brighter!
Murong Jian’s heart trembled, and he immediately circulated his magic arts, wanting to create distance from the purple flame.
But at this moment, he discovered that his feet were being grabbed by something!
He looked down and saw two hands formed from gray qi, stretching out from the ground, gripping his feet tightly, preventing him from moving!
At this moment, a scorching breath hits you head-on!
A sea of purple flames is about to engulf him!
Murong Jian was terrified, using all his might to break free from the hands holding him down, but he couldn’t!
He directly raised his long sword and plunged his hands downward!
The blade pierced through the gray mist and struck the ground, but it did not damage the hand that was condensing the mist.
But these hands are real, truly real, and they make Murong Jian unable to even move his feet!
What’s going on!?
Murong Jian was completely panicked.
Faced with the oncoming purple flames, his mind went blank.
“Jian’er, quickly dodge!”
“Senior Brother Murong…”
“Senior Brother…”
Below the stage, everyone from Zhan Long Pavilion’s face changed drastically and shouted in unison.
But Murong Jian had no time to pay attention to these voices, nor could he move!
As the purple flames were about to engulf Murong Jian’s body.
“”
At a critical juncture, a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared in the air.
A strong wind instantly scattered the purple flames that filled the sky.
Murong Jian was stunned in place, unable to react for a moment.
“If you don’t want to die, just surrender. Otherwise, these purple flames will gather again, and I won’t save you a second time.”
Just then, a calm and composed voice rang in Murong Jian’s ear.
Murong Jian’s whole body trembled, and he immediately sobered up.