Chapter 825 - 113: The True Test Begins!

Chapter 825: Chapter 113: The True Test Begins!

"It seems the competition in this tournament will be intense!"

Sighing, the middle-aged man expressed his lack of confidence in obtaining the position of Pavilion Master.

Seeing his worried look, Zhou Xun comforted him:

"Daoist Le, with your Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, you stand a fighting chance even against Late-Stage Cultivators. I believe you have a significant chance to claim the Pavilion Master’s position!"

"Let’s hope so," the middle-aged man sighed repeatedly.

Half a day later, Xuyang’s first-round match ended. Including the cultivator who had a bye, thirteen cultivators advanced to the next round.

Suddenly, an elder in a yellow robe stepped forward, cupping his hands to the cultivator presiding over the magical combat:

"Old Daoist Hong Tian, I am severely injured from this battle and no longer capable of participating in the next round. I voluntarily withdraw, and I hope Daoist friend will allow it!"

The cultivator nodded in agreement.

After him, several others chose to withdraw as well, leading to only four participants when the second round began!

"It seems like the situation at White Bone Mountain, where participants are influenced outside the arena," Zhou Xun shook his head.

For the next half month, Zhou Xun and his companions spent their time watching other matches.

...

"Daoists participating in the Jiangling Prefecture match, please step forward!"

At this time, Zhou Xun’s turn finally arrived.

Zhou Xun immediately flew up beside the cultivator responsible for judging, followed by twenty other figures flying out.

Everyone stood in the air.

"There are twenty-seven participants in the Jiangling Prefecture match, so all matches will proceed over five rounds."

"Since the number of participants is odd, one Daoist will have a bye, and that person is ’Lv Chao’ Daoist."

As this was said, everyone turned their gaze toward an old man in a black robe with a square face, Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation.

"White Bone Mountain’s people!" Zhou Xun thought silently; this person was precisely the elder beside Bai Yu that day.

"Next to engage in battle are," the presiding cultivator glanced at the list in hand.

"Qi Fei, Wu Feng!"

A middle-aged man in a blue robe and the previously mentioned black-robed elder flew forward.

As for Zhou Xun and the others, they retreated, leaving space for the two.

Seeing the two in the arena, Zhou Xun felt something was off.

The middle-aged blue robe was clearly the first to accept Bai Yu’s Qi Fei,

and his opponent just happened to be a Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator from White Bone Mountain. If there’s nothing suspicious about this, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.

"Brother Zhou, it seems White Bone Mountain not only has the list but can arrange opponents as they please,"

At this moment, True Monarch Tianci’s voice transmission reached Zhou Xun’s ear.

"When soldiers come, counter with generals; when water reaches, repel with earth!"

Zhou Xun replied expressionlessly.

By this time, the two in the arena had already started fighting.

"Ding ding ding——"

The crisp sounds rang out as the middle-aged man in the blue robe, Qi Fei, maneuvered a ring-shaped magical treasure to block Wu Feng’s bone blade.

"Qi Fei, you accepted our spirit stone, do you dare defy us?" Seeing Qi Fei dare to resist, Wu Feng warned through voice transmission.

"Others fear your White Bone Mountain, but Qi Mou does not!" Qi Fei let out a cold laugh and changed his spell,

transforming the ring directly into nine,

forming a special array and attacking Wu Feng from different directions.

"Fine, fine, today I’ll show you the might of White Bone Mountain!"

Wu Feng clasped a spell with one hand, pointing towards the bone blade,

as a flash of purple-black spirit light occurred,

the bone blade morphed into a purple flame, eerily appearing in the air.

"This is... the Purple-Blue Bone Flame!" Qi Fei appeared shocked.

"It’s too late for regret now!" Wu Feng sneered,

"Go!"

As he pointed at Qi Fei with one hand,

the purple flame instantly vanished from its original position, coating Qi Fei’s body protection light shield in the next moment.

Witnessing this, everyone was astonished.

"That’s Instant Teleportation!"

Zhou Xun felt a great sense of caution; such a move was rare even for him.

In a short time, the light shield had become shaky.

Seeing this, Qi Fei hurriedly controlled the ring to attack the middle-aged black robe, hoping to force him to withdraw the purple flame by saving Wei.

The middle-aged black robe saw this and laughed lightly.

"Trivial tricks!"

Then he sprayed nine spirit lights from his mouth, transforming into nine bone claws, entangling the ring altogether, making it hard to advance or retreat.

Qi Fei was shocked, hastily clasping a spell as the ring tried to break free from the bone claws’ entanglement.

At this point, his shield suddenly shattered,

"No killing allowed!"

Came the angry shout from the presiding cultivator!

The elderly man in the black robe, hearing this, immediately changed the spell, reverting the purple flame into a bone blade,

"Pfft——"

The sound of metal piercing flesh echoed,

Qi Fei’s legs were severed at the thighs, falling down mid-air!

Immediately, a stream of demon fire spewed from the elder’s mouth, enveloping the fallen legs and turning them to ashes in an instant.

Completely dashing Qi Fei’s hopes of reattaching his legs.

"This is the fate of those who defy my White Bone Mountain. Were it not for the rules here, today would have been your death day!"

The black-robed elder said viciously, then swept his gaze over the other registrants, the threat in his eyes obvious.

"Wu Feng, wins!"

"The people from White Bone Mountain are truly ruthless!" remarked a spectator cultivator.

Although there are spirit medicines in the cultivation realm that can regenerate limbs, they are extremely rare and not easily obtainable.

...

After the black-robed elder stepped down, Bai Yu immediately transmitted his voice,

"Martial Uncle’s divine techniques are still just as formidable, as ever!"

Then he remembered something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked:

"Did you leave a tracking mark by any chance?"

"Naturally, offending my White Bone Mountain cannot be forgiven lightly. I’ve secretly left a mark. Once he leaves Jinyang Immortal City, it will be his death day!"

The black-robed elder spoke with a cold tone.

Bai Yu shook his head, a cruel smile on his face:

"Don’t kill him just yet. When the time comes, bring him here; my bone zombie is still missing a Nascent Soul for cultivation!"

...

"Second group, True Monarch Hongxuan and Huiyue,"

...

"Fifth group, Zhou Xun and Wang Heshan."

This Wang Heshan is an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from White Bone Mountain, appearing sullen with graying hair and a hawk-like, wolfish gaze.

"Daoist Zhou, shall we begin?"

This sullen elder from White Bone Mountain showed a sinister smile and called out to Zhou Xun.

He thought the handsome young man opposite him would just go through the motions, only to concede after an exchange like the others before.

Zhou Xun smiled meaningfully and nodded,

with a flick of his hand, the Profound Thunder Sword appeared in his grip, which he then lightly tossed.

It flew up into the air, stretching to three feet long, with arcs of lightning dancing around it!

"You’re a Thunder Cultivator!"

The elder across frowned slightly, sensing the momentum of the Thunder Sword, revealing a hint of fear.

But then he recalled Bai Yu’s words, having already bribed the person before him, and felt slightly relieved.

With a wave of his hand, the elder also summoned a white bone fork,

Seeing this, Zhou Xun had no intention of further pleasantries,

He then formed a spell seal with his hands,

The tips of his fingers surged with mana, sending a spirit light onto the Profound Thunder Sword!

The entire Thunder Sword became extremely bright, akin to a Light Sword,

The sword body trembled slightly, emitting a faint humming noise, ready to be triggered at any moment!

"Swift!"

Then with a point towards the elder across,

The Profound Thunder Sword instantly transformed into a purple light, cutting through space as it shot forward!

Seeing this, the elder also guided the bone fork to meet it,

"Boom——"

The moment the Thunder Sword and bone fork collided, it sent him flying back, constantly wailing, with great loss of spirit light,

the elder let out a muffled groan.

Fear crept into his heart,

"Weren’t they supposed to have colluded with this person!"

Before he could think clearly, a purple spirit light closed in,

"Zzzla!"

With a crisp sound, the protective spirit light on the elder shattered instantly.

Then Zhou Xun’s spell changed from stabbing to slapping,

The sword body slammed into the elder,

The elder fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the ground,

Then, Zhou Xun descended from the sky, landing beside the elder,

"No killing allowed! My Great Jin’s laws won’t forgive it!"

Seeing this, the referee immediately warned,

Zhou Xun smiled slightly and cupped his hands:

"I only wish to speak a few words!"

He then turned his gaze to the nearly breathless elder at his feet,

Then took a storage bag from his waist and tossed it onto the elder, saying:

"Tell your Young Master, let’s prove ourselves in the arena, shall we?"