Chapter 300: Apricot Manor (2/2)

“The princess is the host for today, you heretics are being too arrogant. Will you not even show the princess some consideration?” The third prince of Dashi, Zhuo Jiwen, shouted.

“Haha! The winner takes all. The top experts from your disciples have lost six matches in a row… what can I say? The pagoda has truly fallen, they don’t have anyone capable at all. Sigh, how can you blame us for being arrogant?” Hong Mofeng sneered. A red plume of flames blossomed in his palm as he directly wounded a rank 36th expert from the pagoda. This person fell to the ground and quivered with their scorched body.

As one of Xue Changxiao’s protectors, Hong Mofeng was a top fighter of the Fourth Hall. Few could compare to him in both willpower and cultivation.

“Today, the princess is trying to find the strongest expert at grand achievement God Base. Of course, this includes everyone in the world. Our heretical school is unbeatable, so why can’t we join? Don’t tell me your pagoda is afraid of us?”

“Your prodigies are trying to get revenge but lost six times in a row again. This is your own fault for being so weak.”

“The princess is the supreme prodigy of the pagoda, I’m sure she is magnanimous enough to include our heretical schools in this competition?”

All the heretical disciples were laughing with derision and scorn. They knew the pagoda had people who would want to wash away the shame from before. Moreover, they also wanted the five spirit roots from the princess and teach this proud imperial daughter a lesson about the might of their schools.

The princess eventually spoke: “The enmity between the pagoda and the heretical schools will be dealt with three months later at the sacred lake. We will find out who is the king and who is the bandit then. However, anyone who can claim the throne at the grand achievement God Base level will be able to take these five spiritual roots.”

Hong Mofeng stood in the center of the courtyard and deliberately scanned his eyes over the pagoda’s disciple with a smile: “Looks like my heretical school will reign over this stage today. The pagoda really can’t find anyone who can put up a fight. I only needed to use fifty percent of my strength to take down six heaven-defying geniuses from there…”

“I’ll take you on.” Zhuo Jiwen couldn’t listen any longer. His white daoist robes began to flutter. With a whoosh, he had already leaped above her head and unleashed a crushing palm attack.

As the third prince of Dashi, he showed great talents at a young age and joined the pagoda for cultivation. This made him even stronger as one of the leading experts of his school.

“Boom!” Hong Mofeng kicked out a plume of flames that rose to the sky. His qi image, the Crimson Heavenly Sea, emerged. His body looked like a blue sky with crimson clouds floating on top of him. It looked like a sunset as well as a fiery sea from the earth’s core.

Zhuo Jiwen didn’t expect Hong Mofeng to be this strong. Mofeng’s qi image was too intimidating, so he was struck by the wave of fire. A part of his hair was burnt clean.

The princess slightly frowned as if she could see the result already. Sure enough, not long after, Jiwen was hit again by Mofeng’s Worldshaking Sixflames. Half of his body was burned as blood began to drip down.

Jiwen was horrified. This sixflames technique was horrifying, even the protective runes on his body couldn’t stop it.

During his momentary lapse of concentration, Mofeng unleashed a palm that contained the force of eight qilins, causing him to spit out blood. Seven or eight more wounds emerged on his body as it nearly split apart.

This young hero was now lying on the ground and kept on coughing up blood. His attempts to climb up kept on failing.

The whole audience became speechless!

Jiwen was the future successor of Dashi, a top master at the pagoda. Many had heard of his name, but he ultimately lost in a miserable fashion.

Was it because the heretical school was too strong, or was it because the disciples from the pagoda were too incompetent?

“Haha, seven battles, seven defeats. Number one sacred ground in the world? Bullshit! They can only lick our feet. Well, maybe not, haha, their tongues are probably too rough… Ah!” A heretical disciple was laughing, but he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. A glare had directly killed him by making his head burst open.

This was a heavenly gaze as sharp as a sword! Just one glare was able to kill a heretical disciple. The people here couldn’t figure out where it came from.

“Who says the pagoda doesn’t have anyone who can fight?” A cold voice sounded and intimidated the scene.

Feng Feiyun activated his spiritual senses and looked towards the apricot thicket in the distance. He slightly smirked; this guy actually came.

“Who is sneaking around? Roll out here!”

“Just a cowardly rat who won’t be able to—”

“Pluff! Pluff! Pluff!” More intents shot through the sky and pierced these grand achievement God Base cultivators from the heretical schools. Their hearts exploded as they fell to the ground.

A few of the heretical lords wanted to rescue them but were too late. This glare was too horrifying, just like one from a Ghost King.