“Hahaha, Tenth Outer Courtyard, didn’t you say we couldn’t surpass you? Look at this score now!”
“Right, First Outer Courtyard, we’ve crushed your Tenth Outer Courtyard!”
“Senior Brother Gu Juejin makes his move—who can compete?”
The First Outer Courtyard crowd erupted in excitement. Shura Butcher had indeed slapped them down earlier.
But now, Gu Juejin’s dominance over Shura Butcher let them vent their frustration.
“It’s only a thousand points more than Shura Butcher—why so arrogant?”
A Tenth Outer Courtyard disciple retorted angrily.
“Exactly, a thousand points isn’t much, not as grand as you make it!” another chimed in.
“Lower is lower—how laughable!”
“Right, if you’re so great, beat this score!”
“Your Tenth Outer Courtyard still has one left to test, right? Maybe his kill points will top Senior Brother Gu Juejin!”
“Hahaha…”
The First Outer Courtyard roared with mocking laughter, their faces full of jest. The Tenth had nearly overtaken them, but pushing back felt oh so satisfying.
“Heh, Heavenly Martial eighth tier—if he hits fifty thousand points, I’ll eat dung!”
“Forget fifty thousand—if he reaches thirty thousand, I’ll roll into Saint City!”
Not just the First Outer Courtyard, disciples from others joined the jeering. The First and Tenth had shone too brightly, overshadowing them, and they couldn’t help venting at the Tenth.
Something meant to be the bottom had soared above them, leaving a bitter taste.
“Hurry up and test—stop embarrassing yourself!”
“Right, Heavenly Martial eighth tier daring to stand there, craving attention? Shameless!”
The crowd’s curses rang out.
“Test’s over—get on with it!” The inner courtyard youth before Lin Xiao grew impatient, feeling it was humiliating to even stand near him.
All eyes locked onto the scene.
Lin Xiao shrugged helplessly. Why such a reaction? Couldn’t someone of his cultivation amass more kill points?
Did standing with Ma Bi and Niu Bi earlier make him someone seeking attention like them?
Shaking his head inwardly, Lin Xiao slowly drew his kill bracelet and tossed it onto the platform before the inner courtyard youth.
At that moment, Tianmen disciples tensed up.
“Heh, I bet his kill points are under ten thousand.”
“Don’t tell me he hasn’t even hit eight thousand…”
Mocking voices rose, faces brimming with scorn, on the verge of uproarious laughter.
But as their words spilled out, the platform trembled, a surge forming a colossal number in the sky.
One million kill points!
The number blazed brilliantly!
A flicker, and at the sight of it, everyone’s eyes widened, jaws dropping. Those who’d spoken stood petrified, frozen in their poses, as if turned to stone.
One million kill points!
This was…
Too staggering.
Everyone’s minds buzzed, as if thunder had exploded within, stunned by the number, unable to recover.
It was simply too unbelievable.
The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Bloody hell!” Ma Bi’s eyes bulged, rubbing them in disbelief as he cursed.
“My heavens!” Niu Bi gaped beside him.
Hu Yue’s mouth formed a perfect circle, while Wang Long, Ba Hu, and other Tianmen disciples stared, doubting their eyes.
Duan Cangsheng, Dao Yi, Huan Die, and others stood stunned, while Ji Mo and Qi Mubai froze in the crowd.
“One million kill points—this, this can’t be!” A disciple finally snapped back, voice trembling with disbelief.
“No way, it’s a mistake—the platform’s glitched!”
“No one could possibly amass that many kill points—it’s absolutely impossible!”
“He must’ve tampered with the platform—shameless!”
Disbelieving voices filled the scene, some even cursing. One million kill points—no one could accept it.
The First Outer Courtyard cursed loudest. They’d just been mocking the Tenth, and now one million points erupted, infuriating them.
“Are you questioning Shengyuan Academy’s competence? The platform’s fine—he killed a Martial Venerable, an early-stage one, for one million points!” At that moment, a stern elder’s voice rang from the city wall, sending a jolt through the crowd.
The elder was none other than Baili He, a Martial Monarch. His words carried undeniable weight.
An early-stage Martial Venerable was worth one million points—only such a kill could explain it.
“A while back, I heard the You Tian Demon Palace had a vein robbed, a Martial Venerable slain by a youth. It’s actually true—he’s the one who killed their Martial Venerable!” someone gasped.
“Heavens, it’s real! I thought it was a rumour—the one who killed a Martial Venerable and seized the vein is Lin Xiao!”
“No way, how could he kill a Martial Venerable…”
Confirmed by Baili He, the scene erupted, linking earlier rumours. For Lin Xiao to have one million kill points, he had to be that person.
Still, some couldn’t accept the reality—it was too shocking.
The You Tian Demon Palace’s vein was guarded by a Martial Monarch and a fifth-grade senior spirit controller. How could Lin Xiao, at Heavenly Martial eighth tier, kill a Martial Venerable amidst such elite forces and escape alive?
Yet the facts stood before them, verified by Baili He. Could it be false?
Unless Lin Xiao had killed another Martial Venerable—but that was even less likely.
“Lin Xiao, was that You Tian Demon Palace’s Martial Venerable your kill?” Baili He couldn’t resist asking from the wall.
All eyes fixed on Lin Xiao’s lips, awaiting the truth from his own mouth.
They saw his lips move faintly as he replied, “I killed him!”
A collective gasp followed—Lin Xiao had indeed slain the You Tian Demon Palace’s expert.
“Heavens, it’s really him!”
“This is earth-shattering news!”
“This lad’s a bloody miracle!”
No one wasn’t stunned—Lin Xiao’s feat was too astounding.
Now, many faces soured.
Earlier, some had mocked Lin Xiao, one vowing to eat dung if he hit fifty thousand, another to roll into Saint City at thirty thousand.
But Lin Xiao had pulled a jaw-dropping reversal—not only reaching those numbers, but they were mere fractions of his score.
Those who’d spoken wished they could slap themselves. Why had they talked so big?
Luckily, no one pressed the issue, or the scene would’ve been unimaginable…
The top geniuses of the outer courtyards, with their thirty or fifty thousand points, were nothing before Lin Xiao’s score. All their points combined didn’t match his.
Even Gu Juejin’s calm face showed shock. Yu Long, Bu Xi, and Wu Ke were stunned.
Hong Feng’s expression darkened—a Heavenly Martial realm kid had overshadowed all their brilliance. Before one million points, they were insignificant.
Shura Butcher was equally shocked. He’d held Lin Xiao in high regard, yet still vastly underestimated him.
The First Outer Courtyard disciples didn’t dare make a peep, their faces liver-red. They’d been mocking the Tenth and Lin Xiao moments ago, only to be slapped hard across the face. What face did they have left to speak?
