Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Elder, What Realm Are You In?

The next day, just as a few disciples were feeling a bit drowsy, the previously quiet iron door made a noise.

“Hmm?” The few instantly became alert.

Rumble~

They watched as the heavy iron door slowly opened.

But in the next second, a thick smell of blood rushed out.

Even the morning breeze carried a crimson tint!

Then, a blood-red figure emerged.

It’s hard to describe this figure.

His entire body exuded an almost tangible killing intent, with disheveled black hair and a long sword at his waist.

Each step he took seemed accompanied by endless sounds of killing.

It was as if the master of slaughter had descended!

The faces of the disciples turned pale instantly, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Cold sweat ran down their spines.

Even Duan Hun opened his eyes, shocked. Although he was at the Sea Cleaving Realm, his reaction was slightly better than the others.

But not by much.

His body trembled instinctively.

There was no helping it.

This was a primal instinct.

Because at this moment, his body felt the threat of death!

And it was a kind he couldn’t resist!

Fortunately, this feeling quickly vanished as the one exuding it reined it all back in.

“Sorry, I still can’t control it perfectly.”

The one who emerged was naturally Meng Changqing.

He smiled faintly, but the blood still lingering on his face made him look a bit frightening.

“Have you finished your 800 kills?” Coming to his senses, Duan Hun hesitantly asked.

“Yes, all done.” Meng Changqing nodded, casually tossing the Iron Prison Order to Duan Hun.

Hearing this, Duan Hun was stunned.

He didn’t even catch the Iron Prison Order.

It had only been a day and a night.

The prison was full of demonic cultivators, not livestock waiting to be slaughtered, especially on the fourth floor.

How could it be done so quickly?

Restoring true qi alone would take a lot of time.

But Duan Hun didn’t question it. After all, this wasn’t something that could be faked. They would see for themselves later, and Meng Changqing had no reason to lie.

But if it was true, Meng Changqing’s current strength was frighteningly powerful.

What Duan Hun didn’t know was that Meng Changqing had actually finished by yesterday evening.

Its exact strength, Meng Changqing hadn’t tested it.

But just sensing it made his heart race.

Its power could be imagined.

“With my current strength, even without sword intent, I could probably be ranked first among the true disciples.”

Lowering his hand, a confident gleam appeared in Meng Changqing’s eyes.

The ‘Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique’ was one of the top martial arts at the Earth grade, judging by its difficulty alone.

Combining it with his sword intent and various secret techniques, there shouldn’t be many who could withstand his sword moves.

Of course, this was all his estimation, as he hadn’t faced those top prodigies yet.

“Next, I should go find the Elder of the Hidden Martial Pavilion.”

Expectancy flashed in Meng Changqing’s eyes.

He had long been eager to meet these top prodigies.

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Arriving at the Martial Pavilion, Yun Bujue was still the same.

A book covering his face.

But the moment Meng Changqing appeared, he sensed him and stood up.

“Elder.” Meng Changqing cupped his hands slightly.

“Not bad, not bad. Although the time you took to break through was a bit longer than I expected, as long as you succeeded, it’s fine.” Yun Bujue was very satisfied.

Now, Meng Changqing could participate in the Three Sect Martial Arts Tournament.

“Come, I’ll take you there.” Yun Bujue turned around, looking into the distance.

There stood a mountain peak, piercing the clouds, towering high.

It was the Spirit Peak.

Meng Changqing also looked over.

Although he had been on Spirit Peak before, he was then just an inner disciple, confined to the lower half of the mountain.

As a true disciple, he now had his own Spirit Peak.

So he had never seen the summit of Spirit Peak.

With that said, Yun Bujue made a gesture.

A huge black shadow appeared behind the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

It was a level-four flying beast, with wings on its back and iron-like fur.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it was an Iron Feather Eagle.

A level-four beast generally possessed intelligence, so it wouldn’t be overly influenced by bloodline instincts and could be tamed.

“Come up.” Yun Bujue effortlessly jumped onto its back.

Meng Changqing followed.

Screech!

The Iron Feather Eagle let out a long cry, flapping its wings and heading towards Spirit Peak.

Meng Changqing couldn’t help but ask the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

“Elder, what realm are you in?”