1058 The Celestial Luck Is Fair! (1/2)
Although three days were more than enough to decide the final winner from among five hundred sects, it should not be so fast. But with the presence of Residence of Nine Supremes, a super formidable sect who was so strong that it did not meet any worthy matches and was finishing its opponents as quickly as a snap of a finger, the progress of the qualification battle was significantly accelerated.
And it was exactly because of such an atmosphere that the people from all the other sects except the Residence of Nine Supremes were wounded, and everyone was so tired that they could fall asleep even while walking.
Originally, the various sects thought of taking a good rest for the night to recover themselves and prepare for the next day. But on that very night, at Yun Yang's order, the Residence of Nine Supremes took the initiative and struck out for the first time.
Over sixty sects were wiped out overnight; the attack route began from one end of the square and swept all the way through, and the shrieks let out by dying warriors rang for the whole night.
In the early morning of the next day, seven sects withdrew themselves from the battle, their faces all as pale as sheets.
At this point, there were less than thirty sects left in this qualification battle. The remaining sects, which were less than ten percent of them all, appeared to be extremely lonely on the huge square.
As for the sects who were either wiped out or withdrew themselves from the battle, their tents vanished as soon as they were defeated or gave up. It was even more magical than the disappearing of the corpses and blood.
From beginning to end, Yun Yang had never stopped observing with his divine sense and perceiving with his manifestation powers, and yet did not find any trace of power controlling this place or presiding over the battle. It was as if everything was performed by this mountain alone, and had nothing to do with anybody.
It seemed to be...too advanced, at least beyond Yun Yang's current knowledge!
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The next afternoon, the thirty sects were further reduced to eleven, and by evening time, only six were left.
On the morning of the third day…
Of all the sects participating in the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner in this realm, only two were left —the Residence of Nine Supremes and the Wild Saber Sect!
Without any surprise, the two sects confronted each other.
The Wild Saber Sect had brought thirty-five men to this qualification battle, but after all the fighting, there were only seventeen of them still alive, and the rest were all dead. The death toll was more than half. Moreover, the survivors were all wounded and so tired to continue that they could hardly lift their hands.
Yun Yang came out with all the disciples, staring at their last opponent silently.
In sharp contrast to Wild Saber Sect's bad shape, their clothes were clean and dustless as if they had just taken bath and changed into new clothes.
When the sect leader of the Wild Saber Sect saw them coming in such excellent shape, and when he sensed their formidable aura and an explosive fighting will, he gave a bitter laugh with tears trickling down his cheeks.
”The Residence of Nine Supremes is indeed mighty!”
The sect leader was a burly man. Glancing wistfully at the disciples, junior brothers and sisters around him, he said sadly, ”For today's battle, the Wild Saber Sect had endured all kinds of hardships and prepared for twenty-seven years...
”We were having the upper hand during several occasions when we met Cangwu Union in the past, and I thought we could certainly seize the Celestial Luck Banner this time. But, I never thought...however strong you are, there's always someone stronger.”
Looking at Yun Yang, he said blatantly, ”If we force ourselves, it is no different from seeking death. We admit defeat! Sect Leader Yun, you wouldn't be so ruthless as to kill us all, would you?”
Yun Yang, Shi Wuchen, and others did not hide their aura; it was the first time that they unleashed their mighty aura at the same time. As their opponent was also a cultivator with a profound cultivation base, he naturally could sense them.
Even if none of the people from the Wild Saber Sect died and their strength remained at the perfect level, they still could not overcome such a massive gap in strength. It was a gap that could not be overcome by risking one's life!
So, if they risked everything to fight, they were not only seeking death, but were being extremely stupid!
”I bid you farewell,” Yun Yang said warmly. ”Brother, our purpose here is nothing but to get the Celestial Luck Banner. Now, with you withdrawing yourself, the winner has been decided, and we will not force you further. When we meet again in the martial world, we will still be friends.”
The sect leader smiled sadly. As he glanced wistfully at the huge square, he muttered, ”This is celestial luck, so this is celestial luck...”
All of a sudden, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, then waved and said, ”We admit defeat! Let's go!”
Before his voice had died away, his burly body fell to the ground. His spirit, energy, and soul seemed to have completely vanished at this very moment.
”From today onward, the Wild Saber Sect will be in seclusion for a hundred years! I hope there will be some excellent talents among the future-generation disciples after a hundred years, and only then will we come to fight for the Celestial Luck Banner again.”
With tears in their eyes, the people of the Wild Saber Sect left behind a sad and bleak remark before they were directly sent away by the magical power of the Mount Penta-Tier.
At this point, the Residence of Nine Supremes was the only sect left on the huge square.
Standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back, Yun Yang had a thoughtful look on his face. After a long time, he finally murmured, ”Celestial luck, celestial luck!”
But then, from behind him came a loud cry of cheers!
”We've won!”
With the Wild Saber Sect's withdrawal, the qualification battle had come to an end. The white fog at the edges of the square changed once again, rippling and tossing quickly and condensing into a road that led upward.
A white cloud drifted in front of Yun Yang and others, as if guiding the way, and then slowly drifted forward.
Knowing that it was because of their victory that they were guided by a cloud, the people of the Residence of Nine Supremes beamed as they strode happily toward the road.
Only Yun Yang had a sudden sense of melancholy, but he followed others all the same, walking away one step at a time. Even then, the bleak and despairing voice let out by the sect leader of the Wild Saber Sect before he left was echoing in his mind.
”Celestial luck, celestial luck!”
Accompanied by that were the hopeless, listless, and despairing eyes of all those from the Wild Saber Sect, and...
...the heaps of corpses that fell under the sabers and swords of the Residence of Nine Supremes.