"Lin Gu challenges Lin Chongwen.
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The purple-robed Lin Gu was the first to step onto the stage. He clasped his hands together and pointed at a person in the crowd.
Below the stage, Lin Chongwen was puzzled. He had no grudges with Lin Gu, so it was strange for him to challenge him as soon as he stepped onto the stage. However, since Lin Gu challenged him, he nodded and accepted the challenge.
"Don't show any mercy. Just kill him."
Dugu Yang stood at the side of the stage with a casual look in his eyes, as if he was talking about something insignificant. The surrounding geniuses felt a chill in their hearts. What a vicious guy.
"Of course."
Lin Gu stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a thunderous sound was heard. He didn't show any mercy and attacked Lin Chongwen's vital points.
After around a hundred moves, Lin Chongwen revealed a slight opening. Lin Gu slammed his hand down, smashing his head apart. Red and white matter rained down on the spot.
If he lost, he would die.
Just as Dugu Yang said, he didn't show any mercy. He killed him in one move.
After Lin Gu left the stage, a young man in white beside Dugu Yang immediately stepped onto the stage and shouted, "Ye Tianxiang challenges Zhao Lin."
After a while, the two of them stepped onto the stage. Vigorous Yuan Qi was rolling.
In half an hour, Ye Tianxiang crushed Zhao Lin's heart with his claw. Another person had died.
Then, another person stepped onto the stage.
It was as if the script was already written. Almost as soon as he stepped onto the stage, he called out the challenger's name. During the battle, he was like a murderous butcher, showing no mercy.
Half an hour later, the entire square fell into a dead silence.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the back of the stage. There were five corpses. Some had their hearts broken, while others had their heads chopped off. Without exception, all of them had died tragically. More importantly, these people were the geniuses of the four districts. They had lived a long life, but now, they had turned into broken and cold corpses.
Prince Xiangyang sat on the spectator stand, his eyes filled with sorrow. These geniuses were all his blood, sweat, and tears. He watched them die one by one, but he couldn't help. That feeling was incomparably torturous.
"These young men are not bad. The sect should be very happy." Liu Yunlong was munching on sunflower seeds and laughing. He maintained a relaxed expression.
Boom!
Yet another genius had been killed on the spot. Bai Lingtian wiped the blood off his hand. His heart was pounding, and his face was twisted with excitement.
"These six people should be able to make it into the top 20 of the Yellow Springs Camp. Six of them are dead. Including the seven on my side, there are still seven people left. Do you want to enter the arena, or do you want to leave immediately?"
Dugu Yang pointed at a few people and looked down at them. He sneered and said, "But let me say this first. Entering the arena is equivalent to giving up your life. Do you see over there? That is your fate."
With a burst of Zhen Yuan, a finger energy landed in the center of the corpse under everyone's gaze. In an instant, broken limbs and bones flew everywhere, blood spurted out, and the entire space was filled with a pungent stench.
Everyone's faces turned ugly. The seven people who were pointed out immediately shrunk their heads. Dugu Yang's talent far surpassed theirs. Even if he did such a cruel thing, he would not be punished.
"Master, they have all chosen to withdraw from the competition. I feel that your personal disciple should be chosen from the six of them."
Dugu Yang turned to look at the Prince of Xiangyang. His tone was not humble at all. Instead, it sounded like an order.
Sigh.
The Prince of Xiangyang sighed inwardly. He glanced at the crowd and nodded slightly. Although Dugu Yang was too arrogant, if they wanted to return to the Wanshou Sect, they had to pin all their hopes on Dugu Yang. More importantly, Liu Yunlong was watching. If Dugu Yang sided with him, all their previous efforts would be wasted.
"Wait!"
Just when everyone thought that the matter was settled, a hearty voice suddenly rang out from a corner, attracting everyone's attention.
Dugu Yang frowned. His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on a slightly thin figure.
"Ye Chen!" Killing intent flashed across his eyes. Dugu Yang's face was as gloomy as water.
"What are you waiting for? The Prince of Xiangyang has already acquiesced. The Challenge Tournament is over. You, Ye Chen, are not qualified to enter the arena. Get out now, or I will kill you." Bai Lingtian waved the sword in his hand. There was a cold light flowing on it.
"I remember the rules of this selection. If the four people in the stands don't have any objections, then it means the competition is over. Only one person acquiesces. It doesn't seem to have much effect." Ye Chen's mouth carried a trace of a cold smile as he turned his head to look at the stands.
Old Li immediately stood up and announced, "Ye Chen is right. The Prince of Xiangyang has acquiesced. I have not agreed. The Challenge Tournament is not over."
Old Xun also echoed, "Since the Challenge Tournament is not over, all unrelated people should leave the arena immediately. Dugu Yang, why are you still standing there? Get out."
Hearing this, everyone's gaze fell on Ye Chen. Could it be that he was going to reverse the situation by himself?
Dugu Yang's eyes moved up and down, emitting a demonic cold light. He stared at Ye Chen and said, "I wanted to give you a decent death, but I have changed my mind. I will not kill you. I will make you live a life worse than death. I will make you regret what you did today for the rest of your life."
"I'll return those words to you later, word for word."
The helplessness in Ye Chen's voice made everyone, including Liu Yunlong and the Prince of Xiangyang, look at him mockingly. A little guy in the Ninth Firmament of the Martial Path dared to say that he would kill Dugu Yang. They really did not know where he got his confidence from.
The crowd dispersed and the Challenge Tournament resumed.
Bai Lingtian looked at Ye Chen. Even before he made a move, a sense of fear had already appeared in his heart. Even his hands were trembling slightly. The reason why he dared to yell before was all because of Dugu Yang's support. If it was a one-on-one battle, he wouldn't have much confidence.
"Are you afraid?"
There was not the slightest bit of pity in Ye Chen's eyes as he said with a mocking tone, "Just now, when you waved your longsword and cut off those people's heads, did you ever think that their hearts were actually filled with fear, and even hoped that you would show mercy and let them live?"
Bai Lingtian was suppressed by Ye Chen's aura. He took a deep breath and shouted angrily, "There is no limit to life and death in the arena. They were killed by me because they were not as skilled as me. Why should I let them go?"
"There is no limit to life and death. What a good 'you are not as skilled as me'!"
Ye Chen opened his eyes. The entire arena was under his control. His words were crystal clear. "Then I will do as you said. I will let you go to hell and apologize to them one by one."
The air seemed to shrink as if all the vitality in the arena had been sucked away. Bai Lingtian felt his heart sink. He could not control the sword in his hand. It left his hands and stabbed in the opposite direction.
Puff!
A sharp sword light flashed through the air. It was cold and terrifying. The next moment, a round head flew up and fell on the arena with a thud.
"Next!"
Ye Chen swung his sword. The sword pierced through the air and nailed itself on Bai Lingtian's body. The sword shook and the sword light dazzled everyone's eyes.
Not long ago, Bai Lingtian had used the sword in his hand to chop off someone else's head. And now, Ye Chen had used the same method to send him to the underworld.
Ye Chen had used his own actions to make what he had just said come true.