930 The Invitation (1/2)

The destruction of Yang Zonglin's cultivation terrified the warriors of the Blood Evil Temple. They did not dare to fight Mo Wen again. They all fought each other to get away from the battlefield as quickly as they could and admitted defeat.

Mo Wen had no intention of striking out at them, either, and allowed them to leave. After all, they were in Dragon City, and it would not be appropriate for him to go too far.

Lord Merciless stood up on the spectator's platform, his face pale. He had not expected this outcome. The mighty infinite powerhouses of the Blood Evil Temple had not managed to defeat Mo Wen. What was more, they had all ended up looking completely pathetic. When had Mo Wen become so powerful? Could this have something to do with the Goddess's World?

Damn it!

Lord Merciless thought about how he had managed to make it into the top ten on the heaven list. However, he had not been able to pass the test to enter the Goddess's World, and so, in the end, had not managed to gain access. If the Goddess's World could really make a person so powerful in such a short amount of time, then he had missed out on a great opportunity.

Perhaps he might have been able to grow by leaps and bounds after entering the Goddess's World. He could have been like Mo Wen or even surpassed him.

When Lord Merciless thought of this, he experienced a wide variety of emotions. He felt mostly jealousy, anger, and resentment. Why did Mo Wen have such good luck when he didn't? In what way was he inferior to Mo Wen? In terms of talent, appearance, and family background, he was vastly superior to Mo Wen, who was just a wild young man. So why was he not as good as him? Could it have simply been because he lacked luck?

Lord Merciless blamed everything on luck. The more he thought about things, the more he felt that heaven was unfair to him.

”I must not allow Mo Wen to stick around. If I do, he will become a huge source of trouble. I have to report this to the sect elders immediately.”

Lord Merciless gritted his teeth. Unspeakable dread and fear could be seen deep in his eyes. Yang Zonglin was considered one of the top five most powerful people in the Blood Evil Temple. Other than a few elders who were in the Primordial Realm, he was among the most powerful members of the sect. He was usually treated as an elder, as well. Lord Merciless had not expected Mo Wen to defeat Yang Zonglin so easily. Did that not mean that Mo Wen's current abilities were like those of a warrior in the Primordial Soul Realm?

As he thought, Lord Merciless felt his entire body turning cold. He did not wish to stay in Dragon City for even a minute longer. He could not wait to return to the Blood Evil Temple so he and the others could discuss how Mo Wen should be dealt with.

The Dafang Sect was successful in their challenge, and the Blood Evil Temple was immediately kicked out of the top eight. They were not even included in the rankings anymore. They had fought so hard up until now but had ended up with nothing. It was a tragedy. The Dafang Sect had emerged out of nowhere, and it all seemed a little unfair. However, these were the rules set by the Huatian Palace, and no one could object to them.

”This is great! Big Brother Mo is amazing.” Su Wan'er was very excited. She did not understand the significance of Mo Wen defeating the Blood Evil Temple on his own. To her mind, Big Brother Mo's victory was simply the best outcome.

However, Tang Zhizhi was so shocked she could not speak. Mo Wen had been nothing special when they first met. He had looked so unassuming, but he was very powerful. There were probably not many warriors from the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall who could compare to him.

Meanwhile, those in the Dafang Sect were all very excited. No one had expected their sect leader to be so powerful. He had managed to defeat five people at the same time and had even scared his enemies away. They had not been holding out much hope at first and had thought that Mo Wen was putting on airs and graces. But it now seemed that Mo Wen had not been exaggerating his abilities. He was just confident.

”Jin'er, I already said that he has no ordinary talent. It's a pity that we didn't manage to pull him into the Golden Dragon Sect.” Granny Jin Hua sighed softly. She knew that the Golden Dragon Sect would not be able to hold onto someone like Mo Wen.

The emotions in Jin Ying's eyes were complicated. They had previously entered the beast lair together, and Mo Wen's abilities were on par with hers. However, now he had grown to this other level.

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The Blood Evil Temple was eliminated, and the Dafang Sect took their place. They were now one of the eight strongest sects.

At this moment, the other seven sects were all looking at Mo Wen with mixed expressions. Mo Wen was just a young man, yet he had managed to destroy the Blood Evil Sect's team on his own. What kind of talent did that show?! It was difficult to say whether there was even such a gift in the large Peng Lai Immortal Realm.

Furthermore, they also realized that they were going to face an opponent who was much scarier than the Blood Evil Temple.

”He has a bright future,” a young woman from the Goddess Cult lamented softly. She looked at Mo Wen somewhat fearfully. She had never once thought that she would one day be afraid of such a young guy.

The top eight sects had already been determined. Next was the battle for the top four positions. The rules were very simple. Each battle would take place between two sects, and the sects that won would enter the top four. The rules made it a test of both ability and luck. If one sect picked a powerful opponent when the lots were drawn, it was likely that the sect would be eliminated straight away.

One team would always lose in a battle between two sects. There had been instances of two very powerful sects battling, in which case one sect lost and did not make it into the top four. This allowed one of the weaker sects to make it through.

Luck was always a deciding factor in judging a sect's abilities. If they had terrible luck, they would still be destroyed no matter how strong they were. If a sect was unlucky, they would not be able to last long. As such, this rule had stayed in place up to the present day.

The drawing of lots was very simple. The eight sects would each send a representative, and each person would draw a bamboo lot. Each of the eight bamboo lots was one of a pair, and those who drew the same lot would become opponents.

Mo Wen's luck ran short during the lot drawing this time. He picked the Heavenly Sea Sect.

The Heavenly Sea Sect and the Sinister Wind Sect were two of the strongest sects from Peng Lai who had entered the contest this time around. Even the Goddess Clan was weaker than these two sects. They were the most powerful entities in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. It was said that the sect had ultimate warriors in the Fighting Turn Realm.