Chapter 1295 - 1295: Who Kills Whom First

Liu Zixuan's meaningful words left the burly warrior in a fog.

He seemed to suddenly feel that there was some truth in Liu Zixuan's words. After all, he had been guarding here for tens of thousands of years. Entering this tower was not imprisonment for him but rather a tempering!

After tens of thousands of years of sharpening, he had not left this tower. Thinking about it carefully, maybe the trial was not difficult, but there really was something wrong with him.

Understand the compassion for the Demon Race?

This sentence, if heard by some people with fragile or biased hearts, would definitely make them scold Liu Zixuan.

But if one calms down and ponders, it seems that Liu Zixuan's previous words that demons and gods are just opposing states, rather than an eternal existence, really make sense.

So, this burly warrior fell silent, dazed in the middle of the ninth level, unable to calm down for a long time.

From stepping into the ninth level to leaving the ninth level, it really took only a few seconds.

But because the time was too short, the martial artists outside the tower were all wide-eyed and shocked beyond measure.

After all, previously they looked down upon Liu Zixuan in various ways and disparaged his true strength.

He spent a bit long on the eighth level, but on the ninth level, he only took a few seconds.

No doubt, this small action heavily slapped them in the face.

Of course, the Star Sea Martial Artists were the ones with the most unpleasant expressions at this time.

Because, for the sake of so-called honor, they didn't even believe in their own people. Naturally, they had no face to face Luo Xi and the others.

The ninth level was just a small interlude. After all, those sect leader-level powerhouses had reached the extreme levels of all martial artists.

"I don't know how many levels Brother Xuan can reach!" muttered Xiao Hu, touching his chin.

"He will surprise us!" Luo Xi and Zhao Yi continued to believe in and support Liu Zixuan as always.

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The tenth level.

Unlike the previous nine levels, the first nine levels almost didn't have decorations except for the appearing people or moving corpses. However, this tenth level was like an ancient palace, decorated extremely luxuriously.

In the front position, there was a throne inlaid with gold and gems, and several seats around it, resembling the positions of a royal family from some ancient tribe.

Amidst the dazzling array, there were all decorations and no usable treasures.

Liu Zixuan looked around, taking in everything, but did not discover any hidden mechanisms.

"So, how to pass this level?"

If it were the previous nine levels, and Liu Zixuan couldn't find the mechanism, he would go directly to the steps leading to the next level, as there would always be hurdles when moving upward.

But this tenth level seemed like a key point, with no steps leading upward exposed.

After murmuring, Liu Zixuan walked in front of those seats.

On the pillar next to the first row of seats, it read: "Latecomers sit on the chair. Those who dare to sit on three chairs can open the passage to the tenth level!"

"Dare to sit on three?" Liu Zixuan scratched his head. From this information, if he wanted to step onto the tenth level, he had to sit on these seats. Could the mechanism of this level lie in these chairs?

In front of him were four ordinary seats and a throne in the middle.

If he dared to sit on three chairs, he could pass?

Immediately, Liu Zixuan sat on the chair closest to him.

The moment he sat down, his eyelids felt as if they were pressed by a thousand mountains, directly putting him into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, Liu Zixuan found himself in a very unfamiliar room.

The room was not large, about twenty square meters, and there were two people in the room.

One wearing a red robe, and one wearing a black robe.

The man in the black robe swung his weapon and rested it on the neck of the man in red, while the man in red held a blade against the black robed man's chest.

The two seemed to be petrified on the spot.

Liu Zixuan scratched his head: "What the hell?"

"Kid, who do you think will kill whom? If you guess correctly, you win; if you guess wrong, you will be attacked by the two of us together!" At this time, the red-robed man who had been petrified suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this voice, Liu Zixuan suddenly got a scalp-numbing feeling.

The levels of the black and red robed men were both at the Life and Death Realm. If Liu Zixuan guessed correctly, he would pass this first chair test. If not, he would have to battle two Life and Death Realm opponents.

It's known that those capable of being here are undoubtedly extremely powerful existences, and each Life and Death Realm level individual is definitely among the best of their realm.

It's likely that even with all his cards on the table and all his strength, he could hardly defeat the two of them.

Moreover, once it comes to that, it means Liu Zixuan did not pass the test, equivalent to stopping at the tenth level, which signifies losing the bet against the other sect leaders!

No wonder the pillar previously mentioned daring to sit. The first chair was so terrifying; who knows what the tests for the other chairs would be!

He scratched his head and leaned closer to the two; the black-robed man's blade had already grazed the skin of the red-robed man's neck, and the red-robed man's blade had also pierced a bit of the black-robed man's chest skin.

At first glance, if the two exerted force simultaneously, they might both die!

But between martial artists, a slight difference becomes an insurmountable chasm.

This was really troubling Liu Zixuan.

At this time, it was different from the discussions before. He didn't know which one in front was the good guy or the bad guy.

If he knew, he'd help kill the bad guy.

He turned his head and looked at the petrified two: "If either of you wants to die, I can actually help."

"..." The two strong men in black and red didn't speak.

Liu Zixuan scratched his head again: "No hints, yet you insist on me choosing who dies first. Aren't you putting this young master in a difficult spot!"

"You have one more minute to think; otherwise, you'll be sent back to the ninth level," said the black-robed man coldly.

Liu Zixuan slapped his forehead: "Damn, trying to scare me, huh!"

He couldn't afford to lose. If he truly returned to the ninth level, he wouldn't just lose face, but also the face of the Star Sea Martial Realm and would lose the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles as well.

This was absolutely, absolutely unacceptable!

At this moment, he started thinking back to the red-robed man's words.

Earlier, the red-robed man said for Liu Zixuan to guess who would kill whom first.

This had a simple probability of fifty-fifty, either red kills black, or black kills red!

If guessed right, everyone would be happy. If guessed wrong, he'd suffer the joint attack of the two.

It seemed like a life-gambling play.

But Liu Zixuan increasingly felt that strong people from ancient times wouldn't establish such a test involving no technical skills.

With this thought, Liu Zixuan suddenly had a bright look in his eyes. If who killed whom was fifty-fifty right or wrong, what if both died?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling as if he had come up with a brilliant plan…