Chapter 290 - Offer

Chapter 290 - Offer

Liu Wuxie’s cold voice pronounced Wu Zheng’s death as he swung his blade down; Wu Zheng’s blood sprayed into the sky with his head decapitated.

However, Wu Zheng’s body didn’t die immediately and continued to retreat until he reached the edge of the arena and fell before his head landed on the ground.

When the battle ended, the surroundings fell silent, and no one dared speak. They had just witnessed something that seemed like a legend: someone with lower cultivation defeating someone with higher cultivation.

Regardless of martial techniques, true essence, or the usage of divine power, Liu Wuxie had practically suppressed anyone in the third level of the True Core Realm.

“Damn it!” Ye Feng brandished his fist. No one could kill Liu Wuxie; even Wu Zheng was dead.

The faces of all the representatives from the Azure Lion Empire were filled with murderous intent. Only fifteen remained standing out of the thirty-odd who had joined the Battle of the Hundred Nations. Nine were eliminated, leaving just six to advance to the next round.

“Senior Brother Xiao, this kid has gone too far by killing several members of our Azure Lion Dynasty!” All eyes turned to Xiao Wenlai, the strongest member of their group.

“He won’t live long!” Xiao Wenlai said. He was also furious and would try everything to prevent Liu Wuxie from entering the cultivation world.

The room fell silent as everyone anticipated that Xiao Wenlai's involvement would seal Liu Wuxie's fate.

After leaving the stage, Liu Wuxie walked to his area to continue his cultivation, ignoring the surrounding discussion. He submerged into the world in his dantian, circulating the Desolate Devouring Art to devour the surrounding spiritual energy.

His cultivation finally consolidated a little after two battles. After all, his foundation had become unstable after making two breakthroughs in seven days. Thus, using battles was the best way to temper his cultivation.

The battle resumed, and the number of casualties increased. In severe cases, everyone in the ten arenas was heavily injured, losing the qualification to enter the cultivation world.

The scene was brutal, with everyone putting their lives on the line.

The battle ended at sunset, and everyone rested for a night before continuing the next day.

It was the same as Liu Wuxie had guessed, and only 240 people made it to the next round. For the next round, everyone would compete for the top hundred ranks.

This was the critical round, as success meant entering the cultivation world, while failure meant bidding farewell to the path of immortality. Everyone braced themselves for the next day’s battle.

This battle was destined to be intense, and casualties would continue to increase.

“Liu Wuxie, you have to seize the opportunity tomorrow. As long as you don’t run into opponents in the fourth level of the True Core Realm, entering the cultivation world won’t be an issue,” Fan Zhen whispered.

Securing an entry ticket to the cultivation world was important, and the rankings were secondary. After all, ranking first was almost the same as ranking one hundredth.

“It won’t be easy!” Liu Wuxie’s concern wasn’t just about entering the top hundred. He knew that the Azure Lion Empire wouldn’t let it slide after killing Wu Zheng.

“You’re worried that the Azure Lion Empire might target you?” Fan Zhen frowned. There were so many people from the Azure Lion Empire, and they wouldn’t let it slide easily.

It was no wonder why everyone in the surroundings sneered. Who was Mo Yongfeng trying to fool with his trickery? A three-year-old child?

The terms might sound tempting, but what if one could take the throne without the strength to back it up? In the end, the throne would still return to Mo Yongfeng.

Liu Wuxie was in disdain to explain and expose Mo Yongfeng’s pitiful trickery. With a grim face, he asked, “Are you done? You can get down now once you’re done!”

Putting away the Heretic Blade, Liu Wuxie unleashed a gust of wind with a palm strike. Mo Yongfeng couldn’t withstand any longer and was swept away by the gust, falling off the arena. With that, Liu Wuxie was the first to advance.

The envoys of the ten major sects looked at Liu Wuxie eagerly, wanting to recruit him.

“Kid, you’re strong. Join my Divine Sun Palace!” Jiang Kaicheng was the closest to Liu Wuxie and extended an invitation.

The ten major sects might vary in strength, but the differences were negligible. No one could threaten their position as long as their upper hierarchy remained intact. Even if they lost many lower-level disciples, it wouldn’t be enough to shake the foundation of their sect.

Everyone's face from the Azure Lion Empire changed. If Liu Wuxie accepted Jiang Kaicheng’s invitation, he would become a disciple of the Divine Sun Palace. This meant they would antagonize the Divine Sun Palace if they killed Liu Wuxie.

“Thanks for the invitation, but I need to consider!” Liu Wuxie cupped his fists together in gratitude. It required consideration on which sect to join, and he didn’t want to rush into it.

Liu Wuxie’s answer surprised everyone because everyone expected Liu Wuxie to accept the invitation immediately. After all, the representatives from the various empires would try to kill him otherwise.

No one here would dare to touch him if he accepted the Divine Sun Palace’s invitation.

Liu Wuxie’s direct invitation left Jiang Kaicheng at a loss for words. He hadn't anticipated such straightforwardness from Liu Wuxie and mistakenly thought that Liu Wuxie looked down on the Divine Sun Palace for being ranked last.

“Liu Wuxie, you dare reject my invitation?” Jiang Kaicheng felt humiliated upon being rejected, making his face grim.

Liu Wuxie stopped with a look of confusion. Didn’t he say he would consider it? So what was with Jiang Kaicheng’s hostility? Well, it was as expected of the cultivation world’s cruelty.

“Jiang Kaicheng, the ranking hasn’t ended yet. Aren’t you too anxious to extend your invitation? Or are you worried that your Divine Sun Palace won’t be able to get any good disciples?” A mocking voice came from afar as a chubby man walked over with a drumstick.

Liu Wuxie smiled at the sight of the chubby man. Over the past six months, he seemed to have a strong fate with chubby people.

Song Ling was chubby and ran into Li Shengsheng after joining the Imperial Academy, who was also chubby. Now, even the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s envoy was chubby.

“Fan Lin, what did you say?” Jiang Kaicheng roared. Fan Lin was right because few people would pick the Divine Sun Palace in each Battle of the Hundred Nations. The sects ranked at the forefront picked the talented fresh blood.

“Did I not make myself clear enough? He already made it clear he needed to consider. Yet, you want to threaten him? Man, I look down on you.” Fan Lin came to Liu Wuxie’s side and gave the latter an appreciative look as though they were acquaintances. This instantly left Liu Wuxie baffled.

He didn't recognize any of the ten envoys, so why did Fan Lin speak up for him? While everyone else remained indifferent, only Fan Lin spoke up for him.

“Liu Wuxie, I’ll remember you. I hope that you can make it to the end!” Jiang Kaicheng said, looking wary of Fan Lin. Could it be that this fatty possessed extraordinary strength?