When the Eternal Sect disciples stood upon the dueling platform, they seemed to transform into demons from hell itself, radiating extremely sinister gazes!
The Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciples were immediately frightened into panic. The stare of such terrifying eyes was truly too scary!
“This is trouble!”
Elder Duan Zishou’s expression became exceptionally ugly.
From the expressions emerging on the Eternal Sect disciples’ faces, he guessed that once the fighting began, it would definitely be even more aggressive than yesterday!
This elder, who had just mustered the courage to make threats to Jun Changxiao moments ago, was now scared. He only hoped that after the start, the disciples could be subjected to light abuse.
Light abuse?
That truly underestimated Jun Changxiao’s magnanimity!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciples stood with difficulty upon the dueling platform.
Compared to the Eternal Sect disciples who seemed to have transformed into demons, their momentum was several levels shorter.
“The atmosphere isn’t right!”
“The Eternal Sect disciples seem to really hate the Golden Radiance Sacred Sect.”
The crowd also noticed something was amiss.
Just then, the referee mounted the platform and inquired: “Representatives of both sides, will it be one-on-one combat or an all-out brawl?”
“One-on-one duels,” Li Qingyang said.
Since the sect master had already given the order, they definitely had to abuse them one by one to feel satisfied!
Qingyang.
You’ve changed.
The referee then inquired of the Golden Radiance Sacred Sect representative, then announced loudly: “Dragon-Tiger Championship Second Round First Battle, both participating parties have chosen one-on-one combat!”
“First combatants, please step forward!”
“I’ll go first!”
Ye Xingchen strode forth with large steps, standing in the center position of the dueling platform, his gaze flashing with cold intent.
“Junior Brother Sun.”
A Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciple said: “You fight.”
The Junior Brother Sun who was named twitched at the corner of his mouth, but could only brace himself and walk up.
“The match begins!” the referee announced loudly.
However, just as the words fell, Ye Xingchen stepped forward using the Cloud-Treading Step, appearing before the Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciple, his right hand carrying a howling force wind striking out.
Bang!
This palm directly struck the opponent’s face. The entire person crashed down heavily, teeth scattering all over the ground!
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen strode forward, dragging that fellow’s right leg, suddenly yanking and fiercely slamming him toward the other side.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dueling platform transmitted vibrations. The audience’s mouths twitched, and they couldn’t even bear to watch that Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciple being swung back and forth.
Too cruel, too brutal!
Yesterday Ao Wushuang’s performance had been so arrogant, making the Night Emperor very angry.
So today, even without the sect master’s orders, he would still severely abuse his opponent!
“…”
Elder Duan Zishou closed his eyes.
Although he had sensed the disciples might suffer disaster, he hadn’t expected they would be abused so miserably!
“Stop, stop, stop!”
The referee hurriedly mounted the platform to intervene: “This participating contestant, the Dragon-Tiger Championship is merely sparring, not a life-or-death battle. Please control your emotions and don’t be so cruel!”
Even the referee was alarmed.
One could see just how terrifying the Night Emperor was when abusing people!
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen stopped, casually tossing that Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciple off the dueling platform.
The humanized projection array even gave that fellow a close-up shot, causing many children to quickly close their eyes in fright.
“Too tragic!”
“Just what kind of deep hatred is this!”
…
“Night Junior Brother.”
Li Qingyang transmitted with a twitching mouth: “You went a bit heavy.”
“The sect master said to abuse them to death.”
“…”
Ye Xingchen didn’t retreat, but instead looked toward those angry Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciples, saying indifferently: “Send someone to continue fighting.”
Abusing one person wasn’t satisfying enough—he wanted to abuse several more!
“I’ll come!”
A Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciple actively walked out, his gaze flashing with towering anger.
Although he was very wary of this fellow, when a fellow sect member was abused to the point of being neither human nor ghost, any man with a bit of backbone couldn’t tolerate it!
“Begin!” the referee shouted.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
“Stop, stop, stop!”
It had just begun when the referee couldn’t watch anymore and mounted the platform to continue obstructing Ye Xingchen.
There was no choice.
If he didn’t quickly come up to persuade, with this style of abuse, a life could easily be lost!
This elder was destined to become the busiest referee today.
Because after defeating the second opponent, the Night Emperor still chose to continue fighting. Each time the duel began, he would mercilessly carry out violence!
“Begin!”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
“Begin!”
“Stop, stop, stop…”
After successively fighting several more matches, the referee went up and down repeatedly persuading, exhausted and sweating profusely.
I say.
Can you not replace that violent maniac, and let these old bones peacefully preside over a complete sect battle!
…
Within a certain city.
As Ye Xingchen time and again violently and wildly abused the Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciples, the black-robed man leaning against the wall corner tightly clenched his fists.
These scenes were very familiar to him. He had once been the victim, so he understood very well the pain of being subjected to violence.
Some scars can heal, but some scars become wounds, deeply imprinted on the skin, deeply imprinted in the heart!
“Crack!”
The black-robed man gripped his fist tightly, gnashing his teeth: “Ye Xingchen, if I, Dai Lü, don’t trample you beneath my feet, I swear I’m not human!”
Turns out he was our lovely Green Scarf Brother!
No wonder he hated Ye Xingchen so much—after all, he had been abused not just once or twice.
Of course.
Dai Lü also realized that although he possessed the power of devouring and could rapidly raise his cultivation, when it came to actual strength he still seemed a bit inferior to that fellow.
Never mind.
The martial path had only just set sail!
Once I can use this ability freely and break through to higher levels, I can definitely trample that fellow beneath my feet and reclaim the humiliation I once suffered!
Green Scarf Brother’s spirit of repeated defeats without losing heart was worth learning from!
Tragically.
Even possessing the devouring ability, how could he contend with Ye Xingchen who was a reborn Martial Emperor and cultivating at the Eternal Sect?
You only added one layer of BUFF.
That fellow added two layers of BUFF.
This simply couldn’t be won—it was simply delivering himself each time.
Never mind, never mind.
Dai Lü took out a yellowed map, his gaze flashing green light: “As long as I find the treasure inside, I will definitely be able to achieve an even higher level of advancement!”
This was something he had obtained by chance at a street stall. His intuition told him it definitely hid a great fortune!
“Boss.”
At a city street stall, a young man picked up a yellowed map identical to Dai Lü’s, saying: “How much for this?”
“Young man.”
The stall boss’s tone was profound: “Your eye is very discerning. This map is this old man’s family heirloom. It’s said to hide tremendous secrets within, and only the fated can perceive them. Since you’ve taken a liking to it, that means fate. Ten taels of silver, you take it!”
“Good, deal!”
The inexperienced youth paid ten taels of silver and happily walked away with the map.
The old man collected the money, thinking darkly: “Swindled another one.”
“Whoosh!”
Dai Lü withdrew his gaze from the light screen, then proceeded along the route given by the yellowed map.
He could already sense himself finding the treasure and obtaining great fortune, trampling Ye Xingchen beneath his feet and punching the Eternal Sect in a magnificent scene.
…
Back to the Dragon-Tiger Championship arena.
When Ye Xingchen defeated the tenth disciple, Li Qingyang stopped him, having Su Xiaomo take the stage.
Mainly the abuse was too fierce—he feared really losing control and causing a death.
“Whew—”
Seeing that violent maniac being replaced, the referee let out a long breath, shouting: “Begin!”
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Su Xiaomo had just begun abusing when the referee jumped up to stop her, his face full of collapse: “Does your Eternal Sect have no normal people!”
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
Twenty-five matches ended.
The Golden Radiance Sacred Sect disciples were abused by the Eternal Sect disciples until they lay sprawled like rotten mud on the ground.
“Old brother.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Thanks for letting us win!”
Elder Duan Zishou collapsed weakly into his chair.
Bringing disciples to participate in the Dragon-Tiger Championship, going for ranking, only to be eliminated in the second round and abused so miserably!
The ten burly men surrounding Sect Master Jun grew nervous, because according to that fellow’s nature, he might suddenly rush to the projection array to advertise.
Watch him closely!
Watch him very closely!
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