991 Winner Takes It All (1/2)

Starting with Kong Luoyue and Shi Bujia, the Supremes in the Residence of Nine Supremes stepped into their respective battles. The shock that there were dozen of sects waiting to challenge them was tremendous.

The Residence of Nine Supremes had only been recently erected. The registered leader was a newly Ascended bumpkin. The school had only been established for less than half a year. This was the softest doormat one could step on and walk over!

Why were famed tough figures like the Demiurge-Flawed Ten popping out like mushrooms after the rain once the sect had been challenged?

It was understandable if they showed up, but why were their capabilities two times higher than what was rumored? No, they were several times more skilled than rumors would have it - this was basically a nightmare. It was a collective nightmare of all the sects wishing to challenge the Residence of Nine Supremes!

Their confidence had soared upon their arrival, high enough to warrant their qualifications but they had become the ones sending the qualifications to their targets instead. What the heck?

The Demiurge-Flawed Ten had been identified as the whetstones by notable schools, but to these mediocre sects, each one of them was still a masterly expert. Moreover, their cultivation base and capability had doubled.

When it was Shi Wuchen's turn to fight, the four remaining sects outside no longer had the spirit to do battle.

As the Demiurge-Flawed Ten made headway one after another, a total of seven sects were exterminated before the Residence of Nine Supremes' mountain. The spectators were almost numbed by the massacre; how could they repeat the mistake and turn themselves into the next casualty? This was no different than committing suicide!

”Don't attack – we're only here to watch, only to watch!”

The members from five or six sects outside said simultaneously, ”We don't plan to join the Celestial Luck Banner contest anyway… We're only here to observe the differences in strength…”

The leaders of those sects felt their hearts bleed as they spoke. Here to observe the differences in strength? What was the difference of personally denying their qualifications from dishing their qualifications to others?

It felt absolutely horrible and they had to put up a front, hiding any hint of unhappiness, lest the other party seize the opportunity and secure the accusation with evidence. In spite of this, taking in the sight of corpses piled up outside the Residence of Nine Supremes and the thicker stench of blood, everyone felt more alert than ever.

At least being exasperated and angry was better than turning into a corpse!

The first few batches of men from the Residence of Nine Supremes were devils reborn. They had no mercy at all, landing lethal strikes each time they dealt an attack.

There were at least thirty people sent by each sect from the seven schools that came forward to challenge the Residence of Nine Supremes, but none of them was lucky enough to survive, all of them laid out before the school's mountain gate lifelessly.

They had the same purpose; to subdue the Residence of Nine Supremes, to take the Residence of Nine Supremes as their stepping stone, to achieve the warrant to the Celestial Luck Banner match. Instead, all of them had become the sect's stepping stones!

Perhaps, the sects that began the challenge were relatively weaker, but everyone else had stepped forward, assuming sufficient confidence after that. After all, why embark on the conquest of the Celestial Luck Banner without any confidence?

The end was the same, however. The Demiurge-Flawed Ten in the past, the eight Supremes of the Residence of Nine Supremes currently, were each stronger than the other. Their skills were so intimidating that the rest of them lost the ambition to fight! They would rather lie to themselves and give up, hoping to survive by assuming the submissive and pitiful front.

This was capability speaking. The blood that streamed before the Residence of Nine Supremes and the two hundred bodies of martial world experts that laid scattered across the area was evidence of it.

Shi Wuchen squinted.

He had not expected these fellows to surrender when it came to his turn… Should the schools that lasted to the end not be the strongest? Why were they caving in? This was unreasonable!

How was he going to train his pupils when they relented?

”Never mind, clean up these corpses.”