Chapter 8 (2/2)

“Again!”

It was as if he was addicted to fighting. Under the cover of the dark green light, he activated one of his ultimate cultivation techniques, the Buddhist Shadow Steps. Revolving around Jin Mohao, he punched and kicked at him. For a while, screams of misery could be heard from all four corners.

“Who’s supercilious?! Am I as fucking supercilious as you, hm?! Using a spirit weapon against me! Do you and I have some sort of enmity going on here? You bastard! You think that I’m a weakling?! You think you can pick on me whenever you desire?! I’ll kick you to hell!”

While teaching Jin Mohao an unforgettable lesson, he also grumbled. The spectators were at a loss for words. They could only silently pray for Jin Mohao.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaofan finally stopped. He shook his hands repeatedly and muttered, “Damn! This guy sure is thick. Shit, that really hurt.”

He spoke quietly, but the others on the martial arena could nevertheless hear him clearly. They all had a strong urge to want to vomit blood right on the spot. How could a tough guy who had just obliterated a seventh heaven Micro Realm cultivator complain about his hands hurting after the ordeal?!

“No, that’s impossible! I have a spirit weapon at hand! How could I lose?! This isn’t real!”

To the edge of the platform was Jin Mohao hollering. His nose was bruised and face swollen. One of his arms drooped, and both of his legs were disfigured. From the looks of it, he had broken bones throughout his body. Qingyun Sword was already out of his reach.

With a gentle wave of Jiang Xiaofan’s hand, Qingyun Sword suddenly flew into his grasp. He lightly flicked the blade, and the piercing cry of the sword echoed in his ears. He looked at Jin Mohao with contempt. “You think a spirit weapon is all that special? Not the least bit! You can’t even counter my physical moves at all! So what if you’re given a legendary weapon? The only suitable ending for you is defeat!”

The color drained from Jin Mohao’s face. He knew that Jiang Xiaofan was right. His opponent’s agility was too fast. There was no way for him to react at all. Even if he could see his moves, there was no time for his body to respond. He had an overwhelming advantage with the help of a spirit weapon; however, he already did all he could.

No matter what, he was still a young seventh heaven Micro Realm cultivator. Despite his tattered body, he still kept his consciousness and stared daggers at Jiang Xiaofan. Jin Mohao’s hatred for him was as deep as the ocean’s bottom.

Today, he had completely lost face. How could he, a seventh heaven Micro Realm with the assist of a mighty spirit weapon, lose this pathetically? His will to cultivate the Dao was nearly destroyed. If in the future he wanted to level up, the challenge would prove to be quite a feat. He would need to put in one-hundred times more effort than the average person. Jin Mohao wanted to tear Jiang Xiaofan apart with his bare teeth, but it was to no avail. His body carried grave wounds after all. He couldn’t even move.

The whole scene had quieted down. One person stood atop each of the seven platforms. No other challenger came forth. As a result, this tournament came to an end. With his overwhelmingly powerful physical strength, Jiang Xiaofan stole the spotlight and successfully advanced. As for Ye Yuanxue, she also stood as the victor and smiled sweetly. She was like a beautiful work of art who had come to life, mesmerizing countless youths who saw her.

“Good! Very good! The seven of you aren’t bad. Three days later, there will be a guide who will lead you to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. From then on, you will be assigned to your mountain gate.”

At this moment, an elderly voice boomed from above. The seven of them all nodded and simultaneously jumped down from the platforms. With a wave of his hand, an elder at the forefront cast a Daoist hex. The martial arena brightly glowed, swiftly soared into the sky, and disappeared.

The elders glanced down one last time, transformed into streaks of light, and flew into the distance in the blink of an eye.

“Xiao Xue….”

He waved at her and excitedly ran towards her. Everyone felt disgusted, mentally labeling him ‘perverted’. When they noticed Ye Yuanxue beaming her playful, adorable smile at him, they added ‘wolf’ to the end of ‘perverted’.

“Brother Jiang is indeed very strong. I’m deeply impressed.”

The green-robed man who had first invited Jiang Xiaofan up to the platform came to him, his face still wearing a gentle smile. His name was Chen Yifeng. He had a scholarly temperament and exuded the feeling of affinity for him.

“How so? It was merely good fortune. Compared with Brother Chen, I am still lacking.” Since he treated him with courtesy, Jiang Xiaofan naturally had to reciprocate. He nodded to the other victors as well.

“Brother Jiang, you are too humble. Since a lady is by your side, I won’t trouble you any longer and will take my leave now. I hope that we will have the opportunity to have a friendly face-off in the future.”

Chen Yifeng bowed at Ye Yuanxue and gestured a fist salute at Jiang Xiaofan, who then returned it back. This guy’s not bad. He knows the ways of the world.

“Jiang Xiaofan, right? Hold it right there! You’re after my Qingyun Sword, aren’t you? What gall you have!”

Just as Jiang Xiaofan and Ye Yuanxue turned to leave, a voice suddenly rang out from behind. A purple-robed child came into view. He was surrounded by several youths who walked forward together, one of them being Zhu Youwei. His eyes were filled with vengeance as they locked onto Jiang Xiaofan.

The child was about eleven to twelve years of age, yet the look in his eyes was cold and dark. With his hands to his back like an old man, he glared at Jiang Xiaofan.

“It’s him! Zhu Yunlin!”

The crowd immediately froze on the spot. Many of those who had turned to leave were stopped in their tracks. They had never envisioned this person would appear here.