677 With All One’s Migh (1/2)

Along with the order from the man in black, the third match in Jindan Stage one-on-one challenge officially began.

Zhu Shiyao and Flesh Massacre, who had been previously confined in the border area, were simultaneously let out and placed in the middle of the fighting ground.

Zhu Shiyao still exuded her indifferent and cold appearance. In the middle of the venue where millions of people put their focus on, her figure appeared slender and frail, just like a delicate and timid girl. Only the bright sword light of her Great Sun Golden Brilliant Sword made her show a bit of fierce momentum.

In contrast, the momentum of Flesh Massacre was much more formidable. All over the body of this Slaughtering Devil was covered with human skin apron. The apron was stained with blood and there were several pieces of flesh hanging at the corners, from which came bloody smell that wafted to the distance.

In the past, usually, before the fight began, the Flesh Massacre would intimidate the opponent with a large number of corpses, which he hid in the dimensional pocket sewn at the skin apron. After witnessing the tragic defeat of Little Poison Immortal, this slaughtering devil famous for his extreme arrogant and unrestrained slaughter was surprisingly careful.

Some cards were better to hide until the end, but when they were finally used, it turned out to be ineffective.

Flesh Massacre was well aware that the malignant tumor on the chest of Little Poison Immortal contained powerful poison. He once fought against Little Poison Immortal sixteen thousand years ago. At that time, that tumor destroyed his one hundred mountain of corpses and one hundred boiling rivers of blood. However, just now, when that tumor exploded, the omnipresent toxic field was actually pushed straight inside by Liu Li, breaking it in one sword strike. The most trusted card of Little Poison Immortal actually couldn't save his life.

Flesh Massacre was more lethal than Little Poison Immortal, but also afraid of death more. He liked to slaughter cultivators and cut off their corpses because he sincerely believed that the flesh of others could turn into something he could use, and the more he converted these corpses, the harder it was for him to die. His Stage was Earth Immortal and possessed the body of a Slaughtering Devil, which made him one of the hardest to die among Earth Immortals. Even when he fought against the Fallen Immortal, he could survive a full frontal blown...

However, in this Grand Competition, he suddenly found that his biggest advantage seemed to be disappearing. Being forcibly confined in Jindan Stage, although he still looked very powerful compared to cultivator with the same Stage, compared to himself at his peak, it was really not the same.

Little Poison Immortal was also a person who was hard to die. Although he did not fear death, he also didn't hope to die. And his poison techniques had already reached the pinnacle, and similarly, he also survived the battle against the Fallen Immortal.

However, he still died in the end, under a humble Jindan cultivator no less. In the previous fight, Wang Lu said it was to deter the opponent and made the Earth Immortal afraid to fight tooth and nail easily again. The Earth Immortal female with lanterns said that it was a bunch of nonsense. But in fact, Wang Lu was right because Flesh Massacre knew that he really didn't dare to fight tooth and nail easily again.

In fact, this Grand Competition wasn't important to him. No matter who won in the end, it was of no difference to him.

If the Earth Immortal won, he would not get more recognition. People would only throw him the most bitter and tiring work when he was a mad dog and kick him aside when they don't need him again… Under the threat of the Fallen Immortal, human and devil could indeed cooperate, but Slaughtering Devil didn't arrange this.

And if the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals won, he wouldn't be pushed aside, either. Being among the first class fighting force within the Earth Immortals made him able to be used anywhere. Even if people didn't like him, when they knew how fierce the Fallen Immortal was, they would still turn to him in the end.

That being the case, why would he fight tooth and nail for such an insignificant outcome? Could it have even a little bit of benefit for him?

Once he had such a thought, the momentum of Flesh Massacre became not so aggressive anymore. Although his human skin apron was amazing, he didn't bring out his famous Immortal Treasure ”Meat Cleaver”.

This stance might not be noticeable to the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, but the ancient Earth Immortals started to frown one after another.

”What is Flesh Massacre doing? He doesn't seem to have any fighting intent?”

On the other side, the cultivators of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals who heard this immediately blushed with shame. This is called not having fighting intent? The overwhelming valor is already making the audience outside the battlefield uncomfortable, what would be the scene if he is full of fighting intent then? This was the lowest Stage in the one on one challenge in the Grand Competition, what would be the scene when it came to the Supreme level Stage then? Would this place even still bearable?

In the battlefield, the situation somewhat made people confused about whether to laugh or cry.

The Flesh Massacre clearly showed that he didn't want to take this fight seriously—victory or defeat was irrelevant to him. However, his opponent didn't seem to appreciate it. The Great Sun Golden Brilliant Sword remained tightly gripped by Zhu Shiyao as she watched her opponent tightly with her two clear eyes, not letting go of any change.

Although the girl's imposing manner was not strong, it gave off a kind of hidden danger as if a beast was watching for an opportunity to strike. Flesh Massacre did not want to fight, but Zhu Shiyao looked highly spirited!

This made Flesh Massacre very uncomfortable.

I've been very clear about not being serious, yet you're so eager to fight, do you really think I'm afraid of you? You really don't know what's good for you!

Yes, for me, it doesn't matter whether I win or lose, but it's exactly because it doesn't matter that nobody could say anything about me even if I kill you, this little girl, in battle!

Thinking to this, the thick eyebrows of Flesh Massacre gradually stretched, and the killing intent in his heart surged up. In his eyes, bloody red gradually covered his field of vision, and the slender girl before him had also become a pile of bones, blood, and flesh.

Zhu Shiyao, the Big Sister of Spirit Sword Sect, possessor of sword spirit root and stellar divine eyes… The flesh and bones in front of Flesh Massacre's eyes had gradually become good materials. He was not as greedy as Little Poison Immortal who wanted to occupy both the body and primordial spirit of the opponent. For Flesh Massacre, if in this battle he could get a few drops of blood and a few pieces of flesh, then it was already a good harvest for him.