"He is Lu Song!
I heard my master say many times that he is the number one genius of our Heng Yue Sect. This time, the Xuan Dao Sect will lose for sure! "
"Fifth brother, you can do it! We will follow your example!"
The inner disciples of the Heng Yue Sect all cheered excitedly. The previous two defeats allowed them to regain their confidence.
There were even some female disciples who were infatuated with Lv Song and immediately developed feelings of favor.
Huang Long also had a smile on his face. He secretly thought that Lu Song would definitely win this time.
Wang Zhuo looked at Lu Song with jealousy and snorted.
The disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect were all shocked. Lu Song's fame was like thunder to them. Although they lost in the end, he left a deep impression on the elders of the Xuan Dao Sect.
Elder Ouyang's face sank and he said, "Xu Mu, I'll allow you to undo the ancestor's seal. Show me your true strength!"
Xu Mu's expression was serious as he took off his shirt. There was a dark yellow talisman on his chest.
The elders of the Heng Yue Sect were all startled. After carefully looking at the talisman, their faces were filled with shock.
Huang Long's face turned pale as he said, "Fellow cultivator Ouyang, this talisman …"
Elder Ouyang's eyes lit up and he said, "Huang Long, I want to take this opportunity to say something. If my Xuan Dao Sect wins today, then in addition to the previous conditions, we will need to add one more thing. The Heng Yue Mountain will be loaned to my Xuan Dao Sect for 500 years!"
Everyone's expression changed. Huang Long narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow cultivator Ouyang, are you joking?"
Elder Ouyang shook his head and said, "Fellow cultivator Huang Long, you have seen this talisman. Only a Nascent Soul ancestor can create it.
To be honest, one of my Xuan Dao Sect's ancestors returned from the foreign battleground in a rank 4 cultivation country. He brought back news that all of your Heng Yue Sect's ancestors were killed. "
Huang Long's expression changed. After a long time, he said, "Fellow cultivator Ouyang, don't talk nonsense. Otherwise, don't blame the Heng Yue Sect for not giving you face!"
Old man Ouyang faintly smiled and said, "My Xuan Dao Sect didn't attack because of our past friendship. We gave the Heng Yue Sect some face. If the Heng Yue Sect wins this competition, then this matter will be over.
I've already delivered the message. Fellow Daoist Huang Long, let's continue! "
The inner sect disciples of the Heng Yue Sect were all confused, but they all felt as if there was a large stone pressing down on their hearts. At this moment, the sky seemed to darken.
Wang Lin was shocked. What Si Tu Nan said was true. The World of Cultivation was indeed divided according to the country.
Sun Dazhu's face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. He muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over. The founder is dead. The Heng Yue Sect used to be able to use the fact that the founder was outside to deter the other sects, but now … it's over!
Damn it, if it wasn't for the fact that 500 years ago, the Azure Dragon Country, a rank 4 cultivation country, took away all of the Nascent Soul ancestors from the country of Zhao, the Heng Yue Sect wouldn't have ended up like this. "
Huang Long saw that his juniors and inner sect disciples were all panicking. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and shouted, "People of the Heng Yue Sect, don't panic. The Core Formation elders will determine if this is true or false. Why are you all panicking?
Lu Song, continue the competition! "
On the stone platform, Lu Song was also shocked by old man Ouyang's words. At this moment, he focused his mind and spat out a ray of purple light. The moment the purple light appeared, it immediately swelled and turned into a giant hand that grabbed toward Xu Mu.
Xu Mu's expression changed. Without a word, he slapped his bag of holding and six golden balls flew out to meet the hand.
Lu Song sneered. His right hand secretly formed a seal. He waved his hand in the air and a strange wind suddenly appeared. The six golden balls seemed to tremble and deviated from their trajectory.
This strange wind caused the spiritual energy in Xu Mu's body to become chaotic. His expression changed and he shouted, "Explode!"
The six golden balls exploded at the same time, creating a shockwave that forced the surrounding people to retreat.
Lu Song coldly snorted and said, "Insignificant skill!"
The giant hand in the air formed into a fist. Ignoring the explosion of the golden balls, it didn't slow down and quickly smashed down.
Xu Mu's face was pale. Seeing that the giant hand was about to smash down, he clenched his teeth and an item suddenly floated out from his bag of holding. It was an ordinary looking piece of yellow paper. Xu Mu bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood quickly turned from a mist to liquid and condensed into a blood dragon. Xu Mu didn't even blink. His right hand formed a seal and his mouth muttered something. The blood dragon twisted and connected, forming a strange pattern. It suddenly imprinted itself on the yellow paper!
The yellow paper suddenly emitted a dazzling light like a small sun. The fist smashing down from the sky dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Wang Lin saw this, his heart skipped a beat. He also had one of these talismans in his bag of holding!
"It's actually a spirit treasure!"
Lu Song frowned. He waved his sleeves and two white dragons flew out. They quickly circled in the air and shot toward Xu Mu at lightning speed.
Xu Mu laughed bitterly. At this time, all his energy was focused on resisting the giant fist in the air. He was powerless against the two flying swords that had turned into white dragons.
Just as the two white dragons were about to reveal their ferocious mouths, a cold snort suddenly came from the Xuan Dao Sect disciples.
Shortly after, a black ray of light shot out from the Xuan Dao Sect disciples and easily wrapped around the two white dragons. The two white dragons quickly shrank until they turned into two small silver swords.
The black ray of light shrunk and with a snap, the two flying swords broke in half and fell on the stone platform.
Lu Song's expression changed. The flying swords he cultivated with his mind were destroyed. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and revealed a terrified expression.
The giant hand that was pressing down on Xu Mu's head also couldn't condense due to the damage to his mind and dissipated.
Xu Mu escaped a calamity. He quickly grabbed the yellow paper and quickly retreated. He couldn't help but reveal a look of relief on his face.
Lu Song's expression was gloomy as he walked off the stone platform.
Huang Long's expression sank and he shouted, "Xuan Dao Sect, don't go too far!"
The other disciples beside him were also glaring at them. Some of the more irritable ones had already taken out their magic treasures. It looked like they were about to start a fight if they didn't agree.
Most of the inner disciples also saw through the situation and revealed looks of anger. The other two purple clothed disciples looked at the middle aged man standing at the back of the Xuan Dao Sect disciples with a cautious expression.
The cold snort just now was from him.
Old Man Ouyang turned around to look at the middle aged man. He shook his head and bitterly smiled, "Your Heng Yue Sect won the third round. As for what just happened, Old Man Ouyang …"
"Old Man Ouyang, don't say so much nonsense. The Heng Yue Sect is only so-so!"
The middle-aged man standing at the back arrogantly stepped forward. He took a step forward and the ground began to crack. A thin crack appeared under his feet and spread to the side of the stone platform.