Mad Dragon Slash!
Wang Long unleashed a ferocious martial skill, forcing Zhen Er back over a dozen steps, blood finally spraying from Zhen Er’s mouth.
Wang Long’s power was too domineering!
Furious Dragon Smash!
Wang Long charged forward, executing an even stronger technique. His massive blade crashed down on Zhen Er’s hastily raised sword.
“Pfft!”
Zhen Er spewed a large mouthful of blood, his body sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up.
Yu Xiang and Jia Chao’s expressions froze. The veteran disciple Zhen Er had lost too?
The crowd was astonished. A veteran disciple defeated by a new disciple?
Jia Chao and Yu Xiang’s team, here to cause trouble, had suffered three consecutive losses?
Many in the crowd wore strange expressions, unsure whose spectacle they were watching now.
Most were just here for the show, not siding with anyone. Some even found it more entertaining to see Yu Xiang and Jia Chao lose face.
“I, Guan Yi, will fight you!”
After Zhen Er’s defeat, Guan Yi stepped up, battling Wang Long for over a hundred exchanges but ultimately falling to him.
Then another stepped forward, continuing the fight against Wang Long.
Now, Jia Chao’s group resorted to a war of attrition. Their goal was to crush Tianmen and give them a brutal beating.
However, after Wang Long unleashed his Flood Dragon Phenomenon, the third opponent was sent flying miserably, joining the others on the ground, unable to rise.
The crowd gasped. They’d underestimated Wang Long’s talent and strength. A high-grade Mysterious Flood Dragon Phenomenon wasn’t a common gift. Flood Dragons could evolve into true dragons, a rare low-tier dragon-class spirit beast phenomenon.
Now, Yu Xiang and Jia Chao’s side held back from acting rashly. Though injured, Wang Long’s combat power remained, especially with the might of his Flood Dragon Phenomenon, which wasn’t something most could withstand.
Even same-rank veteran disciples couldn’t match him.
Defeating three in a row stunned the entire group.
This left Yu Xiang and Jia Chao deeply humiliated.
“Hmph, who’ll do me, Yu Xiang, a favour and take him down? I’ll make sure Xiahou Jing looks out for you in the future,” Yu Xiang said venomously, seeing the awkward scene.
“I’ll fight him!” As her words fell, a cold, handsome man with a narrow, ridged sword on his back stepped out from the crowd.
“Slaughter Sword Bi Zhu, a ruthless killer. He once slew seven first-rank Martial King powerhouses. Who’d have thought he’d step up?”
“Wang Long’s in trouble now. Bi Zhu’s Slaughter Sword is razor-sharp and unstoppable. His three Slaughter Strikes aim straight for the kill. If this weren’t the Holy City, Wang Long would be dead!”
The crowd let out gasps of shock. Bi Zhu’s bloodthirsty reputation was well-known among Holy Origin Academy disciples.
Seeing Bi Zhu step forward, his sharp aura radiating, Wang Long’s expression grew grave.
Having fought three battles, he was injured and had depleted much of his vital energy. Facing a veteran powerhouse like Bi Zhu would be incredibly tough.
He could sense Bi Zhu’s strength, a piercing, assassin-like aura similar to Hu Yue’s.
“I’ll fight him!” Hu Yue stepped forward, her face serious, drawing a jade sword and standing in front of Wang Long.
The crowd froze. Bi Zhu was someone even Wang Long couldn’t likely beat, yet this Heavenly Martial seventh-rank girl stepped up to challenge him?
Sure, Hu Yue had changed their perceptions, defeating three same-rank opponents with impressive combat power.
But this was a first-rank Martial King—a strong one at that, Bi Zhu. Where did her confidence come from?
Stepping up like this—wasn’t it a bit reckless?
Even Bi Zhu paused, noting Hu Yue’s extraordinariness. But given her age and cultivation, he found her beneath him.
He, Bi Zhu, couldn’t stoop to fighting a Heavenly Martial seventh-rank girl.
“Step aside. I don’t fight little Heavenly Martial seventh-rank girls,” Bi Zhu said disdainfully.
“Hmph, let me handle him! Let’s see how strong he is!” Wang Long shook his head, a resolute look on his face, his fighting spirit reigniting.
How could he cower and let Hu Yue shield him?
“Still acting like a man. Don’t worry, in the Holy City, I won’t kill you—just pierce you once in a non-vital spot!”
Bi Zhu spoke coldly, stepping forward, an overwhelming aura radiating from him. His sharp, wolf-like gaze locked onto Wang Long.
Wang Long didn’t back down, striding past Hu Yue, swinging his blade with a resonant clang, his fighting spirit blazing.
“Let me handle this!” At that moment, a calm voice came from the crowd, followed by a clean, vibrant white-robed youth stepping out.
“Lin Xiao!” Seeing him, Yu Xiang, Jia Chao, and their group’s eyes widened, their faces showing utter disbelief.
At Yu Xiang’s shocked cry, the onlookers were stunned.
Wasn’t Lin Xiao supposed to have died in the fourth-rank Thunder Array Zone? How was he walking out alive, completely unscathed, looking perfectly fine?
A few in the crowd were particularly dumbfounded—the ones who’d come with Lin Xiao to watch the commotion.
They’d thought Lin Xiao was just another spectator, even mocking him to his face. Yet this youth was the top scorer in the Slaughter Trial, the one they’d said died in the Thunder Array Zone, the reason Yu Xiang’s wrath had fallen on Tianmen—Lin Xiao himself!
“I knew it! How could the boss die? Hahaha!”
Tianmen’s side erupted in excitement. Lin Xiao had created multiple legends—how could he die in the fourth-rank Thunder Array Zone?
With Lin Xiao’s combat power, they believed he could handle everything here.
Hu Yue and Wang Long’s faces lit up with joy, sensing Lin Xiao’s aura had grown stronger, now unmistakably that of a Martial King.
Lin Xiao had broken through to the Martial King realm!
He was already formidable at Heavenly Martial eighth-rank. They were eager to see how terrifying he’d be as a Martial King!
“You—you didn’t die in the fourth-rank Thunder Array Zone? How are you alive?” Yu Xiang asked, as if seeing a ghost, her voice filled with disbelief.
“Who said I died? I never said I died in the fourth-rank Thunder Array Zone!” Lin Xiao replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
The crowd was speechless. His words were blatant mockery—who’d ever say they died? If they were dead, they couldn’t speak…
“You’re alive? Perfect. I was wondering where to settle the score with you!” Yu Xiang’s anger turned to a cold laugh. She’d been itching to deal with Lin Xiao, and now, thinking she could personally make him pay, her mood visibly improved.
