sighed, “Time flies.”"What good news have you heard to be so happy" A soft voice came, it was none other than Feng Yuechan who had ascended to the Yunhe realm alongside Li Baxian."My little apprentic...On the blood-soaked stage, Lu Ye looked up. The cat demon opposite him crouched low, one hand pressed to the ground, the other reaching towards his mouth. Both of her hands had claw sheaths, razor-sharp and glistening with blood. She licked the blood from the claw sheaths, her eyes blazing with a demonic light. With a soft meow, she seemed to be taunting him.
She had a faint smile on her lips. She saw Lu Ye's weakness and victory beckoning to her.
Her lithe figure and sharp claws, she's not just some house cat, this is a cheetah.
The figure on the ground suddenly darted, lunging forward. As it neared, it made a sharp turn, and Lu Ye's eyes shifted. He saw beside him, just as the figure rose...a straight thrust of a blade!
A grating screech filled the air as sparks flew. The cat demon’s form materialized, a blade pressed against her cheek, piercing through with a sharp edge that left a thin cut on her delicate skin. Yet, she laughed, for in this moment, she had caught Lu Ye's long sword with her own claws.
Lu Ye wanted to draw his sword, but he couldn't pull it back.
The cat demon's other hand lashed out, its claw sheath gleaming with light.
A snapping sound echoed through the air, and Lu Ye's spiritual weapon, a long blade that had been with him for months, shattered into two. Only half of the blade remained.
This weapon was obtained by him when he killed a pure white cultivator in Qingyun Mountain. It only has one restriction on the blade, which reinforces it. It's considered the lowest quality among spirit weapons. That pure white cultivator wasn't very powerful and couldn't afford a better spirit weapon.
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Even if the quality wasn't high, this spirit blade in Lu Ye's hand unleashed unimaginable killing power because he could imbue it with sharp spirit runes.
Over the course of this journey, countless cultivators from Wanmo Ridge have fallen to this blade. At least fifty or sixty, if not more. Including this recent skirmish, the number must be well over a hundred.
Up until today, this sword that has accompanied Lu Ye on his journey has been broken!
On the other side of the Wanmo Ridge, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Especially those strong cultivators on the Lingxi List, they all broke into smiles.
It's all good!
Whether it's the Haotian Alliance or the Wanmo Ridge, they all believe that the long sword in Lu Ye's hand is an excellent spiritual weapon. The fact that one by one, six-tier cultivators who challenged him were defeated with no power to fight back is the best proof. This spiritual weapon, the long sword, is Lu Ye's fang!
Since the Wànmó Ridge faction could never defeat Lu Ye directly, they always tried to sever his connection with that Fang Tianji blade. If they could break that link, they'd be unstoppable. That's why every cultivator who appeared before him chose to attack Lu Ye directly instead of trying to outmaneuver him. They weren't confident in defeating Lu Ye, but they hoped to destroy the Fang Tianji sword in his hands!
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The fortyth battle is over, only three battles remain, and the sky is already bright!
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However, it doesn't matter anymore. Lu Ye's long knife is broken, and his strength must have been greatly weakened. Regardless of the outcome, he can be defeated in the last three battles.
Several powerful figures from the Lingxi Ranking exchanged glances and let out long sighs.
Before Li Baxian and Lu Ye signed the agreement, no one could have imagined that things would turn out this way. Everyone thought that under such a relentless cycle of battles, even if Lu Ye was exceptionally skilled, he wouldn't be able to withstand ten rounds.
However, now there are more than ten rounds, already forty!
By this time, what they were most grateful for was the information provided by Han Zheyue. Otherwise, if they had agreed to his challenge without knowing anything, they would have probably killed all forty-three sects long ago. That would be the biggest joke in Wàn Mó Lǐng.
On the platform, three Wanmo Ridge cultivators looked at each other. These were the final challengers from the last three sects. One of them was from the Holy Fire Sect, with a burning flame-shaped mark on his forehead, a symbol of their holy fire. The other two were disciples from second and third-rank major sects.
They would be placed at the end, naturally because of their background. Those who took the stage before them did not have such powerful backing sects, so they were put in front.
The first forty have paved the way to victory with their blood and death. Whoever takes the field next has a very good chance of reaping the fruits of that victory.
It's not just about the generous rewards, but also about their own future. So all three of them want to be the next one on stage.
However, the Holy Fire Sect was after all only a fourth-rank force. Compared to the other two, it was still somewhat lacking. After a moment of hesitation, it took the initiative to step back, making its meaning very clear: it was giving the opportunity to the other two.
"Huping, brother, what do you say" one person asked, with a twinkle in their eye.
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"Yes, but there has to be an order." Zi'an nodded.
"Why don't we let him choose Whoever he chooses, that's who it is!"
"Well then... excellent!"
After a brief discussion, the two stood still, waiting. Their gazes were fixed on Lu Ye, who was adjusting himself on the platform, as if he were already dead.
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Near the Sky Alliance's side, Lu Ye silently sensed his own state. It was very bad. Even if he had a stick of incense time to adjust, his internal spiritual power wouldn't recover much. After fighting like this back and forth, he now only had about 30% of his spiritual power left.
Although he had many injuries, they weren't serious. The healing powder Hua Ci had prepared for him was very effective for external wounds. However, the blood loss still made him feel lightheaded and unsteady on his feet.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, nor how many more battles he would have to fight. But he knew that if anyone challenged him, he had to step forward.
This is the path he chose, as he said before, he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to wait for it.
The candles beside her had burned out, signaling the end of their allotted time.
Li Ye propped himself up on his broken blade, slowly standing. He took a step forward.
She remained silent, as if she wanted to say something but ultimately held her tongue.
She wanted to tell Lu Ye that they just needed to win three more matches. But she was afraid that saying it out loud would affect his state of mind. Sometimes, knowing the future wasn't always a good thing.
Above the golden platform, a vast crowd of people surged. The two major factions of cultivators had gathered here, numbering over five thousand. As Lu Ye was adjusting his robes, voices could still be heard chatting among the crowd. The scene was chaotic and noisy. But when he stepped out, the entire world fell silent.
Thousands of pairs of eyes were focused on him, even the cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge had lost their previous disdain and mockery. Every single person looked at him with extreme seriousness.
A cultivator at the fifth level of the realm, he had fought forty battles across levels without ever losing. Such an arrogant record is not allowed to be profaned by anyone, even cultivators from opposing camps would give him due respect.
It can be foreseen that, for a long time to come, the figure of someone carrying a broken sword and stepping onto the blood-soaked stage will be a nightmare for countless cultivators in Wanmo Ridge.
On the stage, Lu Ye stood firm as the mountain wind howled.eptible. Even this faint trace of energy was dissipating rapidly.Success!If the blood world is likened to a leech attached to a human, then this evil vermin has now been torn away by the Dragon Realm....
