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On the stage, Ling Tian was holding a sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword just a few millimeters away from Qin Wu's forehead, the sword qi leaving a trail of blood on his forehead.

Qin Wu felt his scalp go numb as he looked at the sword that was less than a centimeter away from his forehead. The sharp sword Qi pierced through his forehead, causing him to feel pain.

Looking at the saber lying flat on the ground in the distance, Qin Wu could not help but feel a bit bitter. As a martial artist, his weapon had been broken. He had indeed lost miserably.

Some practitioners viewed weapons as life, and even more so than life. For example, the disciples of the Evil Sword Palace of the human God Sect used their blood and hearts to forge the Evil Sword, treating the sword as the most important thing in their lives.

If not for the fact that Ling Tian's swordsmanship was incredible and he had forcefully stopped his sword, and the tip of the sword had pierced through his forehead, he would already be a corpse.

"Qin Wu, you lost!" Ling Tian used his left hand to cover his chest, which was left behind by Qin Wu, as blood flowed out from the gaps of his palms. However, he did not seem to have realized this, as his body was still as straight as before.

Qin Wu let out a bitter laugh, but he did not show any signs of depression. Looking at Ling Tian with eyes full of fighting spirit, he indifferently nodded, admitting, "I have lost this time, and am convinced of my defeat. But one day, I will defeat you. "

"I look forward to that day!" Ling Tian smiled faintly as he replied.

However, he felt a bit helpless in his heart. This fellow was still as crazy as before. Was he not afraid of death? However, what he admired the most about Qin Wu was his frustrated personality. He sheathed his sword with a clang.

Qin Wu heaved a sigh of relief. Although he wasn't afraid of death, a sword was pressed against his forehead, threatening to take his life at any moment. However, he didn't want to. That feeling was extremely uncomfortable and torturous.

"Brother Tian, why don't you give this damn face a good beating!" Lingyun jumped onto the stage and walked to the side of Ling Tian as he spoke with a smile. His gaze towards Qin Wu was full of ridicule.

Qin Wu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. It was this bastard again, as he lowered his head to look at the torn and bloody black robe, he could not help but twitch his mouth.

If not for this guy, he would not have been in such a sorry state. In the past, he had fought with Ling Tian quite a number of times.

"Xiao Yun, are you alright?" Ling Tian let out a helpless chuckle. He understood the conflict between Ling Yun and Qin Wu very well. When the two of them were together, there were basically no good words to say. However, most of the words were said by Ling Yun. He asked with concern, his eyes glowing with a bone-piercing cold light.

Ling Yun knew what Ling Tian was asking about. It was none other than the matter of him being heavily injured not long ago. His heart warmed as a cold light flashed past his eyes, and he immediately hid himself. I completely recovered a few days before my injury. "

Seeing that Ling Yun's actions did not appear to be that of a wounded person, Ling Tian then nodded his head with a slightly relaxed expression.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Tian's body suddenly swayed as he clutched his chest with his right hand. With a light cough, a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his lips.

"Brother Tian, are you alright?" Ling Yun immediately held Ling Tian up as he asked worriedly. At the same time, he glared at Qin Wu, causing him to shrink back in grief. It wasn't only Ling Tian who was injured, he was also severely injured.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Tian once again coughed and shook his head. He stood up straight with a pale face, forcing out a laugh, "I'm fine! "I just suffered some tremors."

With that said, he reached into his pocket and took out a small jade bottle. He took out two plump and round spirit pills and threw one to Qin Wu, taking the other. After consuming the elixir, Ling Tian's pale face showed a tinge of red.

"Low Grade Three Spirit Dan, Spring-Returning Pill!" Looking at the elixir in his hand, Qin Wu looked at Ling Tian in shock, but did not take the pill.

Tier 3 spiritual pills, even if they were princes, they couldn't be casually taken out. They were all life saving spiritual pills, and it was only when one was outside training that one would be able to take them for treatment.

"En!" Ling Tian nodded and smiled, "When I returned, I exterminated a heavily injured late stage Martial Master bandit. I found a total of five of them on his body."

Qin Wu nodded, slightly envious of Ling Tian's luck. A Martial Master level bandit actually had a Rank 3 elixir, and it was given to Ling Tian by him. What he did not know was that that bandit leader had just robbed a disciple from a first-rate power and received it seriously. He did not expect that Ling Tian had actually taken advantage of him.

Without another word, he glanced at Ling Tian. After Qin Wu consumed the Rejuvenation Pill, gratitude was not something that could be expressed with words. Furthermore, he did not know how to speak. Rather than saying so, it was better to put it into practice.

"Xiao Yun, wait for a while with Xiao Feng. Qin Wu and I will recover from our injuries!" Ling Tian looked at Ling Yun and Qin Feng as he spoke.

"En!" Ling Yun and Qin Feng nodded.

Ling Tian and Qin Feng sat cross-legged in the arena with their eyes closed. The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was absorbed into their bodies through their meridians and into their aurasea. Then, under their control, it flowed to the wounds and slowly recovered.

The middle-aged referee's body swayed, and spiritual energy began to flicker around his face. His body began to grow blurry, and when he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the arena, next to Ling Yun and the others.

Seeing these people standing on the arena as if they were talking about family matters, his face couldn't help but turn dark. Please, this is a competition arena, not a place for aristocratic children to chat.

However, with their status, it would not be good for him to chase them away. The four little fellows should leave soon! The middle-aged referee said in his heart and prayed that the four of them would leave as soon as possible.

When they saw Ling Tian and Ling Tian take the Rejuvenation Pill as if no one else was around, they sat down on the ground and recuperated, their expressions turning even darker.

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged referee acted as if he did not see the four people and turned to look at the people below the stage, saying faintly, "In the match between Ling Tian and Qin Wu, Ling Tian won. He will continue to stay at the top of the Heaven's Pride Board."

After the announcement was made, the middle-aged referee helplessly shook his head and left the arena.

The crowd below saw that the battle was over. Other than the few young ladies who were infatuated with Ling Tian, the rest of them went to the other eight arenas. Not long later, there were warriors going up to challenge them.

Ling Yun glanced at Ling Tian and Ling Yun, who were recovering from their injuries. Sitting on the floor with Qin Feng, he started to chat in a low voice. With Ling Tian and Qing Feng's injuries, it would take at least an hour before they recovered. He couldn't just stand there and wait for two hours!

"The appointed time for me to meet with Littlemoon will be tomorrow." Lingyun thought in his heart, and his face revealed an almost imperceptible bitter smile, as well as guilt.

"Ling Yun, do you really not know who injured you?" Qin Feng's eyes were fixated on Ling Yun, not letting go of the expression in his eyes and face, as he asked with a baleful aura.

But very quickly, he was disappointed. Lingyun's expression did not change, his eyes were calm, and after listening to his words, there were no changes at all.

Ling Yun glanced at him as a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. How could he not see through Qin Feng's intentions?

Smiling, Ling Yun's eyes revealed a hint of killing intent, but he quickly concealed it, shook his head, and said: "I don't know."

Qin Feng frowned slightly as a look of displeasure appeared on his face. "Lingyun, if you consider me, Qin Feng, a brother, then tell me about this matter and I'll help you vent your anger."

"If I have to rely on my brother for such a small matter, then I am too useless!" Without waiting for Qin Feng to reply, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to interfere in this matter. I will avenge myself."

"But you …" Qin Feng's expression changed, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Yun. Don't believe me, this is what you call a brother, he doesn't even have trust. Or are you the same as the others, thinking that I'm just a useless piece of trash who only has a slightly higher status? "

"No!" Qin Feng hurriedly shook his head like a rattle drum.

"That's it!" Ling Yun laughed, "Don't worry, I will be fine."

Qin Feng helplessly nodded his head, as traces of worry could be seen in his eyes. However, he didn't say anything more.

Accumulation Pavilion was the largest restaurant in the Soaring Cloud Empire, with a height of nine floors. It was able to view the scenery of the city with a single glance, and its interior decorations were incomparably luxurious.

Any random meal in there wasn't something that an ordinary family could afford. Those that could come to Fuxuan were all nobles with great backgrounds or powerful martial artists behind them.

The first level was the lowest, and the upper level was gradually increasing, especially the ninth level. The ninth level was also known as the Supreme Packet Room, and it was not something that could be entered with money, but rather someone with a considerable identity or strength above a Martial Monarch.

Otherwise, even if you were a Martial King, you still wouldn't have the qualifications to go up.

Fuxuan was the property of the Mo Clan, a merchant family of the Soaring Cloud Empire. The property of the Mo Clan was spread throughout the entire Soaring Cloud Empire, accumulating a huge amount of wealth.

The wealth accumulated was as rich as a nation and was worthy of its name as a business empire. However, it was attached to the imperial family of the Soaring Cloud Empire and was a subsidiary of the Ling family.

This Mo Clan was the clan that was ranked # 3 on the Heaven's Pride Board, and Mo Xiao was the young lord of the Mo Clan.

The current Patriarch Mo Xing was Mo Xiao's grandfather, a genuine Great Circle of Martial King, and also the strongest in the Mo Clan.

The Mo Clan grew and grew under his hands. In the past, the Mo Clan started out as a business with no wealth. However, the strongest expert was only a Martial King.

Even though he had managed to invite a few foreign delegates with his wealth, they were still outsiders after all. Without the protection of their own experts, they were often suppressed by some of the large families within the Empire of Soaring Cloud, and the Ling family could not take care of them at all times.

Mo Xing and Ling Ao were people of the same generation. Although their talent was not as good as Ling Ao's, to be able to become a Martial King of their generation proved that Mo Xing's talent in the Martial Dao was not bad.

Martial Monarchs were already considered powerful experts in the Empire of Soaring Cloud. They could build second-rate powers.