Chapter 382 - Seven Sword Art

Chapter 382 - Seven Sword Art

A wave of murderous intent swept towards Liu Wuxie.

“Senior Brother Ju Lin, kill him and avenge us!” The Profound Inscription Peak’s disciples stood up collectively and yelled, regardless of whether they were eliminated from the competition.

The youth standing before Liu Wuxie was called Ju Lin, with cultivation in the pinnacle True Core Realm. But Liu Wuxie didn’t know where this person got the confidence to say such arrogant words.

Liu Wuxie had recently set an example by killing Deng Chong in a single move. Ju Lin's strength was, at best, comparable to Deng Chong's.

"Elder Tian Xing, can we sign a life-and-death waiver?" Liu Wuxie asked. In the last round, over fifty people had died, many from mutual destruction rather than intentional killing. Liu Wuxie posed this question with the intention of killing Ju Lin.

“It’s allowed as long as both parties agree to it!” Elder Tian Xing replied coldly. It was evident he didn’t like the current atmosphere in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Internal strife in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was too serious, and unity was the key to determining whether a sect was powerful.

“You and I, only one of us can walk away alive!” Liu Wuxie declared.

Ju Lin showed a hint of hesitation because he had made a bold statement earlier but planned to exhaust Liu Wuxie’s true essence.

“Are you afraid?” Liu Wuxie’s lips curled into a sneer. “If you’re afraid, kneel and kowtow three times, then get lost from here and never show yourself in front of me again.

His boundless murderous intent formed into an abyssal god behind him, releasing an overwhelming abyssal intent. With an abyssal realm in his dantian, Liu Wuxie was like an abyssal emperor at this moment.

This scene naturally shocked countless people, who couldn’t comprehend how Liu Wuxie’s body contained such abyssal energy.

“He’s a devil! Senior Brother Ju Lin, kill him!” The Profound Inscription Peak’s disciples weren’t afraid of causing trouble and urged Ju Lin to act without hesitation.

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Elder Tian Xing narrowed his eyes, and the nine elders sat together with shock in their eyes.

“This is weird. He’s not a devil, so how can he exude such powerful abyssal intent?” An elite elder was puzzled. After all, if Liu Wuxie were a devil, they would destroy Liu Wuxie themselves without needing anyone to take action.

But the fact wasn’t as they thought because Liu Wuxie was still human. The abyssal god behind him was just a manifestation of his will.

"Outstanding! He must have ventured into the Abyssal Underground World. His future achievements are limitless, judging by his ability to simulate abyssal laws!" a true elder exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He looked as if he wanted to capture Liu Wuxie and study him immediately.

Ju Lin was placed in a dilemma and suppressed by Liu Wuxie’s aura. If he didn’t take action, he would have to kneel and kowtow to Liu Wuxie.

“Liu Wuxie, I’ll fight you to the death!” Ju Lin fell into a frenzy and lost his sanity, possibly influenced by abyssal energy.

Liu Wuxie suddenly smiled because releasing abyssal energy was to influence Ju Lin into making an irrational decision. This was because Liu Wuxie would never show mercy to anyone who wanted to kill him.

Ju Lin created a powerful curtain of sword aura with his sword, tearing through the abyssal energy, and appeared before Liu Wuxie. But Liu Wuxie merely dodged the sword with a slight shift of his body.

“What do you mean?” Liu Wuxie voiced his doubt.

"You'll understand in due time. Just do what you want; there's no need to worry about Shao Wendong. If a conflict arises between you two, I guarantee I'll stay neutral and won't favor either side." Song Yuanqiu's words provided the greatest assurance to Liu Wuxie.

“Thank you, peak master!” Liu Wuxie seemed to understand a little and was grateful for his words.

Peak masters seldom paid attention to outer disciples, preferring to focus on elite and true disciples. His saying such words to Liu Wuxie demonstrated his high regard for him.

More disciples gradually returned to the Heavenly Trigram Peak’s area, and Song Yuanqiu ended his conversation with Liu Wuxie, returning to his place.

Liu Wuxie sat with his legs crossed, pondering about Song Yuanqiu’s words.

Logically speaking, it made no sense for him to receive the peak master’s attention as a new disciple. On the contrary, Shao Wendong was an old disciple with powerful strength. He had participated in two rounds of the outer sect’s competition and was famous.

Thus, there was no way Liu Wuxie could compare to Shao Wendong in terms of strength or reputation. But Song Yuanqiu’s words showed he didn’t favor Shao Wendong.

Liu Wuxie shook his head and tossed it aside before cultivating the Primordial Astral Fist. Different perspectives lead to other views. From a peak master’s position, he was naturally more concerned about the bigger picture rather than personal gains.

The round concluded with 1,100 people advancing to the next stage, but casualties had increased. In this round, twenty people died, fifty were severely injured, and twenty escaped with minor injuries. Some competitors, despite winning, lost limbs and couldn't continue to the next round, forcing them to withdraw from the competition with resentment.

As the battles progressed, the fight became increasingly brutal. More than one-third of the participants were injured, but they didn’t even have time to bandage their wounds because they had to rest to restore their true essence.

After a brief rest, the lottery continued for the remaining 1,100 people to compete. Out of twenty thousand participants, only slightly over a thousand people were left, and they were all elites among outer disciples.

The lottery process was even faster this time and was done in less than fifteen minutes.

Glancing at the bamboo slip in his hand, a faint smile rose on Liu Wuxie’s lips. This was because he got number 77 again and seemed to have a special fate with this number.

With a flash, Liu Wuxie landed on Arena 77, and a white figure followed shortly after him. Upon seeing this person, a smile rose on Liu Wuxie’s lips.

"Greetings, Junior Brother Liu!" Yun Lan smiled wryly, not expecting to face Liu Wuxie in this round.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Yun!" Liu Wuxie responded politely. Yun Lan, along with Fan Xi, had supported him when he faced Su Ji and Deacon Kou, helping him secure his first fortune in the cultivation world.

“I didn’t expect Junior Brother Liu to have grown so much in just over two months, and I must admit I’m envious of you. I initially wanted to give up, but I’m unwilling to lose like that. I mastered a sword technique three days ago and haven’t had a chance to use it. Today, I wish to take this opportunity to seek guidance from Junior Brother Liu.” Yun Lan was courteous with his tone and admitted he couldn’t beat Liu Wuxie.

He wanted to use this opportunity to temper his sword technique further and seek the imperfection in his technique.

“You’re flattering me if you put it that way. Let’s have a friendly spar!” Liu Wuxie gave an inviting gesture. He was also curious about the sword technique Yun Lan had mastered.

“Junior brother, you have to be careful. The powerful aspect of my sword technique is the ability to manifest seven sword auras simultaneously.” Yun Lan revealed his sword technique openly to Liu Wuxie, which earned the latter’s respect.

“Manifest seven sword auras simultaneously? Could it be that Senior Brother Yun Lan has mastered the Seven Sword Art?” Liu Wuxie recalled reading about this formidable technique in a book. This was a powerful technique recorded in the Scripture Collection Hall.