C27 (1/2)
Eastsea City, the central training field.
Although Xia Xinghe said it softly to himself, it was like the sound of a winding beam. It lingered in the air above the central training field and did not disappear for a long time.
The atmosphere became increasingly stifling, especially when those several hundred people, who surrounded Xia Xinghe, continued to smile faintly. In their hearts, a strange feeling of oppression actually arose, as if the ones being surrounded were not Xia Xinghe, but themselves!
”Kill!” A brawny man roared and pounced towards Xia Xinghe.
The first person to charge towards Xia Xinghe had completely pushed his domino bone token. In the next instant, the second, third, tenth, and hundredth …
Hundreds of people roared in unison, their sounds of killing shaking the skies. From all directions, it could be said that apart from the battle platforms at Xia Xinghe's feet, there were hundreds of people bombarding him from all directions!
In the blink of an eye, Xia Xinghe, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, was surrounded by a line of participants.
The berserk and formless force raged and continuously spread.
The sound of explosions rang out incessantly.
Countless purple lights flashed one after another. Wrapped within these purple lights were all sorts of innate talent's powers.
At this moment, the entire platform was like a battlefield. Killing intent permeated the air as the aura around him surged. Everyone was exerting all their strength, trying their best to kill Xia Xinghe.
The hundreds of thousands of people gathered at the center of the training field were deeply shocked by the spirit energy and killing intent that was emitted from the battle stage. Almost everyone was staring at the battle stage that had already turned into a mad battlefield …
”There are no less than 50 people who possess innate strength.”
”It seems that there are no Heaven's Path Mirror martial artists. There is not even a golden spiritual energy appearing on the platform.”
”Even if there were no Heaven Realm warriors, there are at least three hundred of them!”
”I can sense it. Xia Xinghe's cultivation is currently at the eighth level of the Heavenly Palace's Mirror. Facing more than three hundred of those who share the same cultivation level as him, not only are they all prepared to kill him, Xia Xinghe has no chance of surviving this battle.”
”You're right. Even if it's Wei Wuyi, he would probably be turned into dregs in a few breaths' time!”
”Although Xia Xinghe killed Wei Wuyi, that doesn't mean that Xia Xinghe can defeat more than 300 Heavenly Palace Mirror martial artists. In my opinion, Xia Xingchen can at most last ten breaths of time!”
Out of the several hundred thousand people present, no one was optimistic about Xia Xing. They had even predicted that Xia Xing would be able to last as long as possible …
No one said another word. Everyone held their breath as they stared at the battle stage that was surging with killing intent and overflowing with spirit energy.
One breath...
Three breaths...
Seven breaths...
BOOM!
An explosion similar to that of heavenly thunder resounded from the battle stage. An invisible force appeared out of thin air and directly hacked onto the battle stage!
Soon after, there was a deafening scream and dozens of figures flew out of the arena upside down!
”Scram!” The furious roar of Xia Xinghe thundered out from the center of the battle stage.
BOOM!