“The First Outer Courtyard lives up to its name—nearly every top figure comes from there,” even the Martial Venerable elders on the city wall couldn’t help but sigh.
The other elders nodded. As it stood, the top spot undoubtedly belonged to Gu Juejin.
“Heh, which outer courtyard can compare to our First Outer Courtyard now?”
The First Outer Courtyard’s disciples buzzed with excitement, as if they were the ones on stage. Hong Feng’s score cemented their courtyard’s reputation.
A renowned academy brought glory to their faces too.
The nearby crowd looked sour but had no retort, as their strongest geniuses had been outdone.
On the field, only the Tenth Outer Courtyard hadn’t acted.
Eyes naturally turned to Lin Xiao and Shura Butcher, though many shook their heads inwardly.
The Tenth Outer Courtyard, no matter how you looked at it, couldn’t match Gu Juejin.
The top two spots for kill points among the ten outer courtyards seemed all but settled.
“Heh, the Tenth Outer Courtyard? How could those novices compare to our First Outer Courtyard?”
“In front of our First Outer Courtyard, the Tenth is nothing!”
Seeing eyes on Lin Xiao and Shura Butcher, the First Outer Courtyard disciples mocked, their faces dripping with amusement.
“Our Tenth Outer Courtyard hasn’t tested yet. Isn’t it a bit early for you to talk like that?”
The words reached the Tenth Outer Courtyard disciples, who bristled. Though Hong Feng’s kill points were indeed high, they were all geniuses too—none would take such mockery lying down.
“Exactly, talk too big, and let’s see how you back it up!” another disciple snapped.
After all, Shura Butcher and Lin Xiao were still standing, and Shura Butcher’s menacing aura gave them some confidence.
“Heh, our Senior Brother Gu Juejin hasn’t tested either.”
“Right, his kill points will blind you all!”
“Whether the Tenth Outer Courtyard is nothing, we’ll soon see.”
“I can’t wait to see their faces, haha…”
The First Outer Courtyard disciples burst into laughter, their mocking intent clear.
This left the Tenth Outer Courtyard disciples fuming, and even those from other courtyards shook their heads, doubting the Tenth’s chances, as Hong Feng’s score was simply too stunning.
A flicker, and at that moment, Shura Butcher acted, tossing his kill bracelet. A powerful aura spread, and a clear number formed in the air.
Fifty thousand points!
The entire scene fell silent, every expression frozen in that instant.
Fifty thousand points—was this guy even human?
The First Outer Courtyard disciples’ mocking looks solidified, the number far beyond their earlier taunts about the Tenth Outer Courtyard.
It was worlds apart!
Even Hong Feng’s expression stiffened. Shura Butcher, at fifty thousand points, outstripped him by over ten thousand!
Yu Long, Bu Xi, and Wu Ke also showed surprise.
Those at the back, who hadn’t even reached a thousand points, were utterly dumbfounded. The highest scorer now stood at fifty thousand—a gap like heaven and earth!
How could the difference between people be so vast?
Even Baili He on the city wall showed surprise, nodding in approval. “A first-tier Martial King with such kills—some old monsters will likely take notice.”
His voice was soft, but in the quiet scene, everyone heard.
The words shocked them further. If Shura Butcher were a second- or third-tier Martial King, they’d accept it more easily.
A third-tier killing five fourth-tier mid-tier Martial Kings for fifty thousand points? They could buy that. Even a second-tier killing five fourth-tiers was plausible.
But a first-tier killing five mid-tier Martial Kings? That was too much to swallow.
Beyond these prodigies, mid-tier Martial Kings were typically seasoned veterans, heads of factions with potent survival means. For a first-tier to kill them was near impossible.
Yet fifty thousand points, if high-tier Heavenly Martials, meant five hundred kills; mid-tier, five thousand. Where were there so many experts for him to slay in just over a month of training?
Such slaughter would likely draw a joint manhunt from major factions.
But regardless of the means, Shura Butcher had done it. The facts stood before them.
This was genius, this was the Way of Slaughter—points earned through sheer killing.
His aura wasn’t cultivated—it was forged in blood!
“First Outer Courtyard, how’s our Tenth Outer Courtyard’s expression looking?”
After a moment of silence, a Tenth Outer Courtyard disciple couldn’t help but shout.
“Right, did you think Hong Feng was invincible? Fifty thousand points—got that?” another chimed in.
“Hmph, our Senior Brother Gu Juejin hasn’t acted yet!” a First Outer Courtyard disciple snorted coldly, though lacking confidence. Fifty thousand points was a massive leap.
No matter what, the First Outer Courtyard disciples looked grim, as Shura Butcher’s score far surpassed Hong Feng’s.
“As expected, a worthy rival…” On the field, Gu Juejin, gazing at the number, showed no surprise, only a faint smile. “But for kill points, I’ve killed one more.”
With that, he lightly tossed his bracelet onto the platform, and fifty-one thousand points formed in the air.
The scene fell silent again.
Even the inner courtyard disciples were stunned. This talent was as strong as, if not stronger than, theirs. Where did this batch of monsters come from, each more prodigious than the last?
Now everyone understood: Shura Butcher’s menacing aura wasn’t for show, and Gu Juejin’s reputation was well-earned!
“Damn, don’t these guys get tired? Killing so many—more than we ever did!” Ma Bi suddenly piped up from the crowd, his tone laced with complaint.
“Yeah, way more than us,” Niu Bi nodded in agreement.
The shocked crowd snapped back, glaring with endless scorn, ready to tear them apart.
You’re at a measly thousand-plus points; they’re at fifty-one thousand. More than you?
You’re barely a fraction of them!
But no one bothered to curse—these two were too absurd!
“No clue how many Lin Xiao killed—eight thousand, nine thousand? Should’ve aimed for eight thousand myself to shine like this!” Ma Bi added with a hint of regret.
“Yeah, yeah!” Niu Bi echoed.
Nearby Tianmen disciples shot them fierce glares. If the setting allowed, they’d have kicked them out.
Couldn’t these unremarkable fools say something decent?
