“Damn, that guy is quite unfortunate…”
“Heh… their fault, they’re the first one to offend that guy after all, apparently…”
“What the hell happened with them anyways? I heard that guy suppressing the entire Purple Lightning Temple but I don’t know how it happens”
“Listen to this fellow daoist, what happens is basically…”
As the crowd talks with each other, they stare in pity towards a young man wearing a purple robe approaching an immortal-like young man, wariness as well as panic completely visible on his face, his body seemingly completely terrified as it trembles while walking towards his opponent.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Wu Xiaotian couldn’t help but shake his head as he thought of how weak willed this guy is, completely disregarding the fact that people like him, whom at a low cultivation realm, can stand a pressure directed to him coming from an Ascension Realm expert are practically close to zero, with him possibly the only being achieving such feat.
Deciding to finish this match fast, Wu Xiaotian starts walking towards the young man, his blade drawn, held by his left hand. His steps, seemingly the only thing happening within his opponent’s mind, sounds powerful as it reverberated through the mind of his opponent.
Unable to stand the fear anymore, the disciple from the Purple Lightning Temple starts stepping backwards, each one of his steps corresponding to Wu Xiaotian’s move forward, eventually finding himself cornered at the edge of the stone platform, his throat dry, unable to say anything else.
Staring at the young man in front of him, the purple robed young man feels like he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place, his innate pride causing him to refuse surrendering without a fight but the mountain-like pressure bearing down on him making him tremble in fear, said pressure making his opponent appear like a titan in his eyes.
“I-I surrender” along with his legs giving out, the words came out of his mind, his mind finally relieved as the stone platform connecting him to the immortal-like young man finally separates, bringing him towards the audience’s place.
Looking at the young man form the Purple Lightning Temple, the spectators couldn’t help but look at him with disdain, talking about him in secret as they brag to each other how they would at least try to fight that young man.
‘T-they don’t unders-stand’ the young man, hearing the words about him thought in his mind as he recalls his experience previously, almost as if death is just around the corner despite the immortal-like young man just looking and walking towards him.
“Well… that was fast” Wu Xiaotian, looking at the figure of the disciple from the Purple Lightning Temple already in the spectator’s area, causing him to look around and watch the other matches as well.
“Looks like Ling Feng is already reaching his limits…” looking at his first friend struggling to fight against a Core Formation Realm opponent, Wu Xiaotian finds it normal as this friend of his is also just at the Perfection state Pedestal Establishment as well, and just the fact alone that he can fight against opponents at the Core Formation Realm shows much of his talent and ability.
After observing the match further, he also found his other friends fighting, Leng Yue and Bing Xue using the exact same move sets, their opponents struggling to keep up from the frosty air as well as their aggressive moves, Huo Chen’s match already done, his stone platform scorched, possibly from his attacks previously, Wang Sheng’s match is also already done, the cunning-looking young man wiping the blood off the blade he’s holding.
Meanwhile, the three older ladies, seems to already finish their matches as well, Li Yan standing gracefully, smiling at Wu Xiaotian’s direction the moment he laid his eyes on her, prompting him to smile back at her. freewebnσvel.cm
In Hua Xian’er’s side, the young lady can be seen laughing as she waves her fist in the air in a celebratory pose, looking at Hong Lian currently playing with her weapon of choice, the fan, the gentle-looking young lady also looking at her sworn sister with a provocative look on her face.
Spreading his senses around, Wu Xiaotian also found out that the ones leading the five large groups when they entered the barrier of the inheritance, are also done with their matches, also taking their time to observe the other matches, with the only oddity being the alluring young lady with purple hair going down her legs looking at him, smiling at his direction as she observes him as well.
“That smells like trouble…” he said to himself as the lady continues looking at him, his senses completely detecting the obsession in her eyes, something completely different from anything he had ever encountered.
As he continues observing everything within the range of his senses, Wu Xiaotian felt another presence staring at him, another beautiful figure, a phoenix-like young lady looking at him with a cold yet curious eyes, making him feel like he’s some kind of unique colorful bug that an innocent kid encounters along the way.
“She’s definitely the cold and aloof type.” Wu Xiaotian deducted as he looks back at the young lady, sending a smile across, the young lady seemingly offended as her eyes loses its curiosity and completely turns cold before averting his gaze from him.
After a dozen more minutes of fighting, the rest of the participants finally ended their battles, each of the defeated participants moving towards the spectator’s area, leaving only five-hundred and twelve stone platforms in the arena, each one of them tired from their matches, with only few people still completely fine in between.
Looking at the people who passed the third round, Wu Xiaotian was surprised as he noticed Ling Feng’s disheveled figure laid flat on the stone platform, his chest heaving from tiredness as he tries his best to recover.
Bringing out his phone from his spatial ring, he opened their group then starts typing.
“Ling Feng, you’re one hell of a monster for defeating that Core Formation Realm cultivator”
Detecting their phones reacting, his sworn brothers and sisters looks at their own devices, the message coming from him visible in their phone.
“Nice one Tian, I don’t want to hear it from someone who completely scared the shit out of his opponent though” Ling Feng replied, aware of the proceedings of his sworn brother’s previous battle as they are in quite a close distance to each other.
“That’s Ah Tian after all, he can even beat up me and Ah Chen at the same time without moving a single muscle” Wang Sheng added, the end of his message filled with emojis.
“Damn, that’s quite the weird way of messaging Old Sheng” Huo Chen interjected as he points out the multiple unnecessary emojis at the end of Wang Sheng’s message.
“What do you know!? It looks fucking cool like this” Wang Sheng replied, adding three emojis wearing glasses at the end of his message.
Thus begins another quarrel between the two, the group conversing, playing around as they recover, each of them sharing information about the other participants that they managed to observe, sharing their possible weakness as well as the things they need to be wary of, with Wu Xiaotian contributing the most as his senses completely encompasses the entirety of the arena, his precise and accurate observation of each one of their soon to be opponents not even surprising his friends at this point as they thought that they are too used to it by now.
