“I’m talking to you, you ugly hippo-faced guy! Come out and fight—I can’t stand the sight of you!” Seeing Ma Bi ignore him, the Tianwu youth across shouted louder.
“Damn your grandma! You dare slander me as a hippo? I’ll beat you into one!” Ma Bi roared, charging toward an arena.
“You, the ugliest Xiong Niu, come out and fight!” Another voice pointed at Niu Bi.
“You talking to me?” Niu Bi pointed at his nose.
“Yeah, you, the guy with the cow nose!”
“My name’s Niu Bi! You dare mock it? Heh, I’ll make you look like a cow nose!” Niu Bi grinned and flew into an arena.
Lin Xiao stood by, speechless. Was he planning to beat someone into looking like him?
“Yu Xiang, you wretch, get out here so I can slap your face!” Hu Yue, petite but fierce, pointed at Yu Xiang and shouted.
Yu Xiang’s brows furrowed. Due to her ties with Xiahou Jing, no one dared challenge her. Yet Hu Yue not only picked her but insulted her outright, showing no respect.
Many Tianwu disciples frowned at Hu Yue’s words. This illusion-wielding, beautiful girl was shockingly “crude,” spouting vulgarities and targeting Yu Xiang.
Most knew Yu Xiang was close to Xiahou Jing. Even if they saw Yu Xiang as weak, they wouldn’t dare choose her unless desperate, fearing repercussions.
But Hu Yue boldly insulted her. Few girls were this audacious.
On the sidelines, Xiahou Jing also frowned. For certain reasons, she was indeed close to Yu Xiang, but it wasn’t appropriate to intervene in this setting.
Hu Yue’s vulgarity was startling.
“Little wretch, you’re courting death!” Yu Xiang, humiliated, flew forward.
Previously, she was powerless against Hu Yue in the Tianwu realm. Now, having reached Martial King, she refused to believe Hu Yue could still dominate her.
Even with Hu Yue’s illusions.
“You, come out and face Tianmen’s baptism!” Ba Hu pointed at a first-level Martial King youth, shouting.
This youth was one of Jia Chao’s brothers, previously defeated by Wang Long, the second-weakest of their group. The weakest was left for another Tianmen disciple who advanced, Gou Shi, a former Dragon-Tiger Sect brother.
Now at the eighth level of Tianwu, Gou Shi wasn’t exceptionally strong but had a slim chance.
“You, the weakest one, get out here!” Gou Shi shouted at the disciple who had fought Wang Long and was the weakest.
Jia Chao’s group had repeatedly targeted Tianmen, so their brothers were the obvious first choices for the Martial King challenge.
“You’re asking for it—I’ll make you kneel and beg!”
“Even the weakest can crush you!”
Both stepped into the arenas.
“Miss, please grace us with your presence!” Someone addressed Huan Die in the crowd.
“Well, aren’t you polite, little brother?” Huan Die swayed seductively, stepping forward with delicate steps, exuding charm.
Many secretly scoffed. Who could bring themselves to fight such a stunning woman?
But to most, Huan Die, though lesser-known, was a Martial King.
“You, come out!” Someone pointed at Dao Yi beside Huan Die.
“You calling me?” Dao Yi was stunned. A Tianwu disciple dared challenge him?
“Yeah, you! Stop pretending—get out here!” the youth shouted.
“Fine, very well. This fight will show everyone that I, Dao Yi, am not someone a Tianwu can challenge!” Dao Yi’s sword-like eyes narrowed as he strode forward.
“That sharp-faced guy, come out!”
“The one next to him, shaking with fear, get out and fight!”
Someone pointed at the sharp-faced youth and Gu Han, enraging both.
Especially Gu Han, a prodigy with icy powers, being called out as “shaking with fear.”
They’d make their challengers pay.
Many eyes turned to Lin Xiao, but his reputation as the top survivor of the slaughter trial had spread through the Holy City. His defeat of Bi Zhu and sneak attack on Jia Chao were also known, deterring most from choosing him.
They didn’t know Lin Xiao’s full strength but knew Bi Zhu, a notable first-level Martial King. Since they couldn’t beat Bi Zhu, they didn’t dare pick Lin Xiao.
Thus, when the 50 arenas were filled, Lin Xiao remained unchallenged.
Luckily, in this batch, Lin Xiao was just a spectator.
Among the new disciples, Gu Juejin, Yu Long, Bu Xi, and Wu Ke stood among the second-level Martial Kings. Despite being newcomers, none were chosen in this batch.
Hong Feng, standing among the third-level Martial Kings, shocked many. He had broken through to third-level Martial King, the only newcomer to do so.
Other first-level Martial King newcomers, like Gu Juejin’s brother Gu Han, were chosen, except for those like Lin Xiao with some fame or fearsome reputations like the Shura Butcher.
The rest were picked.
“Begin!” The referees’ voices rang out, and intense battles erupted.
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” …
Right at the start, many were blasted out of the arenas.
Martial Kings weren’t to be trifled with. Many defeated Tianwu disciples with a single move, ending matches swiftly.
Among those who crushed Tianwu disciples were Dao Yi, Gu Han, and others.
No Tianwu disciple had yet defeated a Martial King.
Lin Xiao’s gaze fixed on Area 40, where Hu Yue faced Yu Xiang.
“Little wretch, I don’t believe you can pull anything off!” Yu Xiang shouted, preparing to strike.
But Hu Yue retorted, “Your mouth’s the filthy one! You’re the wretch—deserving a slap, or a kick!”
“You!” Yu Xiang seethed, the memory of Hu Yue stepping on her face her greatest humiliation.
“Go to hell!” Yu Xiang, enraged, her elemental energy surging chaotically.
“Swish!”
Hu Yue’s eyes gleamed as she glared at Yu Xiang. Yu Xiang felt a dizzying wave, her body trembling.
Under the gazes of Lin Xiao, Jia Chao, the blue-robed youth, and Xiahou Jing, Yu Xiang’s body convulsed, foam spilling from her mouth as she collapsed, writhing like she was having a seizure.
Her appearance was pitiful, her beauty utterly ruined.
Jia Chao, the blue-robed youth, and even Xiahou Jing were dumbfounded.
How was this possible? Even Yu Xiang, now a Martial King, couldn’t withstand Hu Yue’s illusion?
With only eighth-level Tianwu cultivation, how could she unleash such a powerful illusion?
Lin Xiao was momentarily stunned. He had expected this, but it still shocked him. Hu Yue’s illusion power was indeed extraordinary.
She could defeat a first-level Martial King with a single glance.
