“However many matches your two sects want to fight, my Eternal Sect is ready to fight to the end.”
Jun Changxiao’s words immediately filled the martial artists who came to watch with admiration, after all, few people dared to be this arrogant before two evil sects.
“Sect Leader Jun!”
A martial artist shouted at the top of his lungs, “Although I have no love for gambling, this time I’m betting on your esteemed sect’s complete victory!”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao turned around, pointing at him, “Little brother, remember this—Eternal Sect can win because of strength, not the probability of gambling.”
“Right, right!”
That person hastily corrected himself, “Eternal Sect will definitely achieve complete victory through strength.”
“Are you a rogue cultivator?”
“Yes.”
“If you don’t mind, you can come register at Eternal Sect—skip the procedures and be directly admitted through special recruitment!”
“Really?”
“A gentleman’s word cannot be taken back by four horses.”
Hearing this, the man nearly flew up in excitement!
His age wasn’t too advanced, and he had once fantasized about becoming an Eternal Sect disciple, but his aptitude wasn’t particularly outstanding, so he had never been able to gather enough courage to participate in the examination.
Now that Eternal Sect’s sect leader publicly invited him to register at Eternal Sect with special admission, this was absolutely beyond his wildest dreams.
Sect leaders from various forces had black lines on their foreheads.
Inviting a rogue cultivator to join at the slightest disagreement, and even skipping procedures for special admission—wasn’t this too casual?
Jun Changxiao was inherently a very casual person.
Since the rogue cultivator so openly supported Eternal Sect, accepting him on a whim was a normal operation.
Haven’t you seen—in the past, recruiting disciples relied on eye contact confirmation.
Another rogue cultivator shouted, “Eternal Sect will surely win, Eternal Sect will surely win!”
Others also joined in the shouting.
Unfortunately, no matter how hoarse their voices became, Sect Leader Jun never again permitted them to register at Eternal Sect.
Being appropriately casual was acceptable.
Being casual all the time—that wouldn’t be human.
…
“You two.”
Jun Changxiao stood on the smooth stone platform, saying, “Battles at our level will inevitably affect the stone platform, so I took the liberty of setting up a stabilizing array formation first. Do you two have any objections?”
“No objections.”
Sect Leaders Ren and Han replied.
When these two came, they were quite confident, but seeing the profound aura emanating from Eternal Sect disciples, their hearts immediately lost certainty.
“Since you two have choice paralysis, then I suggest single combat—after all, the space is small and group fights would be difficult to spread out.” Jun Changxiao smiled.
“Acceptable.”
The two sect leaders had no objections.
To be precise, since ascending the mountain peak, their momentum had been suppressed by Eternal Sect, completely losing the initiative.
“Star.”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers, “You take the first match.”
“Step!”
Carrying myriad radiance, Ye Xingchen stepped onto the stone platform, and standing in the center, even without speaking, his eyes looking at the two evil sect disciples seemed to say two words—
“Trash.”
“It’s that guy!”
The martial artists watching showed fear in their eyes.
At the Dragon-Tiger Championship, Ye Xingchen’s crazy humiliation of Ao Wushuang was still vivid in their minds, so the psychological fear everyone experienced was even more intense than seeing powerful evil cultivators!
With Night Emperor’s violent yet cold and proud personality, if his strength in the future surpassed his previous life, one glare killing someone would absolutely be the most basic operation.
“Sect Leader Ren, your sect goes first.”
“No, no, Hall Master Han should go first.”
The two evil sect leaders began deferring to each other, while Ye Xingchen standing above impatiently said, “Stop the nonsense and come up together.”
“Sect Leader Jun, this is your disciple’s request, so we shall respectfully comply rather than decline,” Sect Leaders Ren and Han said in unison.
“…”
Sect leaders from various forces’ mouths twitched.
These two third-rate evil sects were truly shameless.
“Lingyao.”
Sect Leader Ren waved his hand, “Go up.”
“Yes!”
The disciple called Yu Lingyao walked out. This person was one of the strongest representatives among Demonic Fiend Sect’s core disciples, which showed that Sect Leader Ren was still quite cautious.
“Lingyao?”
Ye Xingchen’s eyes immediately filled with killing intent.
Meeting his gaze, Yu Lingyao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to his spine, thinking secretly, “Have I offended him?”
You haven’t offended him.
But your name is homophonous with Ling Yao, instantly triggering Night Emperor’s towering killing intent toward that woman.
“Hmph.”
Yu Lingyao sneered coldly, thinking secretly, “Although this guy defeated Ao Wushuang, on a no-rules arena, I can use a hundred methods to kill him.”
“Xiang Ange.”
Hall Master Han said indifferently, “Go fight.”
The one sent out was also a core disciple, with strength completely not inferior to Yu Lingyao.
Hall Master Han and Sect Leader Ren had the same thought—since this was a no-rules match, the first battle must establish dominance!
“Step! Step!”
Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange walked up, looking at Ye Xingchen with evil smiles in their eyes.
They were somewhat uncertain, but thinking that they didn’t need to care about any rules and it was two against one, they definitely had enough confidence.
“Thanks to the trust of the three sect leaders, this Shan will serve as referee today…” The third-rate Void Controlling Palace’s palace master was about to walk onto the stone platform, but before finishing his sentence, Ye Xingchen interrupted, “You can announce the start.”
“Very well.”
He announced loudly, “Begin!”
“Swish! Swish!”
Just as the words fell, Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange split left and right using movement techniques. As they deployed their evil sect’s secret methods, their movements became as fast as shadows and light, too quick for the eye to follow.
“Hundred Ghosts Night Walk Steps, Thousand Shadow Flying Soul!”
A martial artist shouted out the names of the movement techniques the two were using.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange had been instructed by their sect leader, so from the opening they pushed their speed to the extreme, jumping up and down, dodging left and right—truly dazzling.
Of course.
They absolutely weren’t just being flashy.
Rather, while moving at high speed, their spiritual sense locked onto Ye Xingchen’s body, searching for exploitable openings.
“Found it!”
After a moment, the two simultaneously seized an opening, then leaped up as streams of brilliant light attacked from left and right directions.
Using hidden weapons for sneak attacks in a regular arena would definitely be cursed as shameless and even judged as a loss, but on a no-rules death platform, everything was perfectly normal!
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Ye Xingchen stepped out, spiritual energy gathering in his fists as if transforming into iron fists, breaking all dozens of attacks from left and right, then using Cloud-Treading Steps, directly bombarding toward Yu Lingyao.
“Boom—”
The iron fist smashed over, and the opponent exploded into a cloud of smoke with a bang.
“Substitution technique!” someone exclaimed.
“Swish!”
Yu Lingyao landed at a distance while spinning, legs spread in a figure-eight, one hand on the ground, sneering, “So this is an Eternal Sect disciple who won the Dragon-Tiger Championship—nothing more than…”
“Boom!”
Before finishing his sentence, his entire face was struck by a fist flying from the side, then flew away as flashily as he had just used his movement technique.
“Step!”
Ye Xingchen appeared at the opponent’s landing point, his right hand suddenly reaching out to directly grab his ankle, slamming him into the ground with a bang.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Yu Lingyao was like a rope being smashed left and right. Because the stone slabs were reinforced, they suffered no damage whatsoever.
“…”
Martial artists from various forces’ mouths began twitching.
This scene of Ye Xingchen grabbing someone’s foot and smashing them from left to right and right to left had been performed at the Dragon-Tiger Championship—witnessing it again now, it was still so brutal!
“Good opportunity!”
While Yu Lingyao was being crazily abused, Xiang Ange quietly circled to the side, a long spear appearing in his hand, then gathering powerful spiritual energy as he thrust from behind.
“Trash!”
Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his hand, condensing a barrier in his palm that instantly blocked the spear tip.
The blocked Xiang Ange’s mouth curled into a cold smile, then his palm rotated, drawing a thin sword from the spear shaft and thrusting at a tricky angle.
“Puchi—”
Blood splattered.
When everyone caught up with the duel’s rhythm, they saw Xiang Ange standing in place, in a posture of gripping a sword thrust out, but his head had already flown off.
Ye Xingchen held the True Yang Sword in his hand at some point, a drop of blood gathering on the blade, saying coldly, “In this life, I won’t make the same mistake.”
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The head fell to the ground, the body collapsed.
“God-Slaying Hall’s core disciple… has been killed!”
While death was normal in no-rules death matches, the shock was still tremendous when a third-rate sect’s core disciple died just like that!
“Bang!”
Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his sword, directly severing Yu Lingyao’s right hand.
The vicious hidden weapon originally pinched between his fingertips, ready to be triggered at any moment, immediately rolled down.
“Remember this.”
“In your next life, change your name.”
“Puchi—”
The True Yang Sword flashed with radiance, directly piercing through Yu Lingyao’s back and penetrating his heart.
This strike came very quickly and hit a vital point directly, so the opponent didn’t experience too intense pain before losing consciousness.
On a no-rules death platform, Yu Lingyao could use a hundred methods to kill Ye Xingchen, but Ye Xingchen only needed one method to resolve him.
“Announce it.”
Jun Changxiao looked at Void Controlling Palace’s palace master, who after a slight daze said, “First match, Eternal Sect disciple wins!”
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