“Puff!”
Ke Jinnan, suspended in mid-air, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face immediately becoming twisted.
Though the Jade Dragon Heavenward Sword penetrating his chest hadn’t injured any vital points, the pain it brought was absolutely real, definitely not something that could be performed through pure acting.
“It’s over!”
A powerful observer watching from outside said gravely.
When two realms fought and one side’s stronghold master was killed, it basically meant the end, because it would affect morale and many other aspects.
“Ahh ahh—”
Just then, Ke Jinnan, feigning that he was using all his remaining strength, suddenly struck out with a palm.
“Bang!”
Jun Changxiao was blasted backward, one hand covering his chest. Unable to suppress the blood in his throat, he immediately sprayed it out on the spot.
The acting of these two—one stronger than the other!
Let alone from a distance, even close-up observation wouldn’t reveal any flaws.
Ke Jinnan, having exhausted all his strength, staggered to the ground. With the Jade Dragon Heavenward Sword lodged in his chest, blood flowed down through the gaps. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
“Boom!”
Finally, he fell forward.
“Alas!”
The martial artists from various realms witnessing this scene outside all shook their heads and sighed.
The current stronghold master of Lingyuan Continent had died at Jun Changxiao’s hands. If they had known it would come to this, why agree to the battle in the first place?
“Valley Master!”
The surrounding high-level members and disciples of Hundred Leaves Valley roared in grief and fury.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, dozens of Yellow and Mysterious-rank powerhouses frantically charged forward.
From their furious eyes, it was clear they wanted to hack the murderer of their valley master to pieces!
Acting!
All acting!
“Those two hundred thousand six-pointed star stones weren’t wasted!”
Jun Changxiao raised his hand in satisfaction, then with a ‘snap,’ snapped his fingers, saying, “Thanos Finger Shakes the Universe.”
“Buzz!”
“Buzz!”
Energy ripples instantly radiated outward.
The dozens of martial artists charging forward, upon contact with the ripples, all froze in mid-air.
Their faces showed terror, then collectively they went ‘puff,’ spitting blood as they fell like kites with cut strings, wildly plummeting. When they made contact with the ground, all had lost their life force!
This scene, witnessed by the outside martial artists, made them all gasp in shock!
Raising his hand and snapping his fingers, dozens of Yellow and Mysterious-rank warriors were instantly annihilated. Such terrifying strength could only be achieved by Heaven-rank powerhouses, right?
No.
As long as one could externalize spiritual energy, any martial artist could do this.
But the prerequisite was that they needed a group of extras with superb acting skills to cooperate.
The dozens of Lingyuan Continent martial artists lying dead on the ground cooperated seamlessly. After Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers, they deliberately feigned being frozen, spat blood and fell, then quietly swallowed Yellow Springs Pills.
Though the steps seemed simple, execution was extremely difficult.
Just the act of feigning death from being attacked by some terrifying force at a deep level—they had repeatedly rehearsed this countless times in the stronghold before achieving today’s flawless performance.
As they say.
One minute on stage, ten years of work behind the scenes!
For the Best Group Performance Award of the year, Lingyuan Continent must receive a nomination, must take home the grand prize!
…
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
The surviving hundreds of powerhouses from Xingyun Continent, witnessing the enemy leader’s death, immediately surged with battle intent, then launched a frenzied bombardment.
Lingyuan Continent’s morale plummeted, and they were quickly pressed into dire straits.
After killing dozens of Mysterious and Yellow-rank martial artists, Jun Changxiao stood in mid-air holding the blood-stained Jade Dragon Heavenward Sword.
He raised his head to look at the firmament, his black hair blown open by the wild wind, revealing a stern face. Those cold eyes seemed to want to pierce through the endless void.
Upper Realm!
Are you satisfied?
Though this was acting, though there were no casualties.
But being in the Slaughter Asura Battlefield gave him a feeling of being treated like a clown, like a chess piece manipulated at will.
Very unpleasant.
Truly unpleasant!
“Damn it!”
Jun Changxiao clenched his fist and roared furiously, “When this seat ascends to the Upper Realm, I’ll definitely abuse you until you cry for your parents!”
The Purple Scaled Demon King and Ye Xingchen’s mouths twitched.
To them, the Upper Realm was absolutely a world where powerful people filled the skies.
The sect master actually wanted to abuse them until they cried for their parents—what magnificent spirit, what courting death!
However.
It seemed kind of exciting!
…
In the endless starry sky.
“Master.”
A hunched old man said, “This kid is a bit arrogant.”
A woman with a curvaceous figure stood proudly before him, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist. Only her endless majesty and pride could be glimpsed; her features couldn’t be seen clearly.
“Mortal realm martial artists have never lacked those with ambitions higher than the heavens. Those who can truly achieve it are few and far between.” She looked at Ye Xingchen in the Asura Battlefield and continued, “Therefore, in the face of absolute power, even if they shout themselves hoarse, they’re ultimately just ants, to be manipulated at will by the strong.”
The hunched old man said, “The mortal world having someone as extraordinary as Master is truly a once-in-ten-thousand-years occurrence.”
“Xingyun Continent’s victory is already decided. Report the situation to the Realm Hall.” The woman said coolly.
“Yes!”
The hunched old man quietly disappeared into the void.
The woman continued to look down at the Asura Battlefield, thinking to herself, “Jun Changxiao is somewhat unusual. No wonder the Night Emperor would condescend to be under his tutelage, to be a disciple without any dignity.”
As the last word was spoken, she had vanished without a trace, leaving only waves of fragrance lingering in the air.
…
Though Xingyun Continent and Lingyuan Continent were acting, both sides had fought for several full hours before declaring an end as dusk arrived.
This battle.
Lingyuan Continent, including Ke Jinnan, had all two thousand people perish!
Xingyun Continent also suffered heavy casualties.
City Lord Han died in battle.
Mu Changhong died in battle.
The high-level members of Taixuan Holy Sect, Haoguang Holy Sect, and others all died in battle!
“Thump!”
The Purple Scaled Demon King plopped down on his bottom. He was covered in wounds, utterly exhausted, breathing heavily in great gasps.
Ye Xingchen was also alive.
Given this guy’s proud personality, he wouldn’t allow himself to die in battle.
His entire body was drenched in blood, both hands trembling violently, his whole face deathly pale. It was clear that though he lived, he had also paid no small price.
Though it was acting, the fighting was real.
After several hours, they were naturally exhausted.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others were much smarter—they found an opportunity to feign death directly, acting as corpses the entire time, completely eliminating the need to exert themselves.
“Sect Master…”
Elder Ding also survived. He stood in the low sky, both hands hanging down, a difficult smile squeezed onto his face, but because it was covered in blood, it appeared quite sinister and terrifying.
…
Under the setting sun.
Countless corpses scattered about, like a living hell.
This was merely acting, yet they had fought to this degree. If both sides truly had grievances and fought desperately, perhaps… Jun Changxiao would unseal the Blade of Difficult Retrieval and turn the battle into a grass-cutting game.
“Leave!”
“Leave quickly!”
Xingyun Continent won this Asura Battlefield battle. Before being teleported out, the realm martial artists collectively vanished, afraid that Jun Changxiao would come out and take the opportunity to extort them again.
Besides, the fight was over—there was no point in staying here.
However, what puzzled Hong Yao and the others was why Jun Changxiao, who had previously brought out a weapon to furiously slaughter tens of thousands, didn’t use it today, allowing Xingyun Continent’s martial artists and disciples to suffer heavy casualties?
There was only one possibility.
That guy’s weapon was a super trump card. After using it once, there was a time limit preventing continuous use!
Thinking of this.
Many people were no longer so wary of Jun Changxiao.