Chapter 110 - Chapter 110: Duped Again

“Fellow senior brothers and sisters, we should unite against our common enemy and first eliminate that person from the competition,”

Wang Ruoxian forced a smile, the imposing aura of the people before her far exceeded her own. They were truly the young prodigies of their age, and she was ready; if a fight broke out, she planned to dive straight into the crowd.

As long as she could hold out until only a hundred competitors remained, she would count it as her victory.

On the side, Xia Jian shared the same thought as he subtly retreated backward.

“Naive. Do you really think that a hundred people will be left standing on this stage in the end?” Su Yunbing asked with a mocking smile.

A bad premonition arose in them. Could it be that the opposition was planning to clear the stage?

…

On the high platform, several elders looked down at the arena below with strange expressions on their faces.

“This arena is quite interesting. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen a grand scene with nearly a thousand people targeting one person,” one remarked.

“I wonder who this targeted disciple is and whether he can hold out for long,” another mused.

“Being targeted means he must have something special about him. He might just be a dark horse!”

“This youngster is not bad…”

The elders were already in heated discussion even before the fight had begun. Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and revealed a hint of a smile. This kid had not disappointed him; wherever he went, he stirred up trouble.

However, what no one noticed was that an elder in a corner, watching the stage below, had a trace of cold light flickering in his eyes. A few days ago, he received news that the one who had killed the evil cultivator Protector Liu was among these disciples.

This person had disguised himself and was very likely the cultivator who had robbed the esteemed one’s belongings that day.

He needed to observe closely to find this person!

On the arena, a multitude of cultivators instantly appeared in front of Li Xiaobai, launching various moves and bombarding him with attacks.

“Celestial Blade Technique!”

“Slaughter Fist!”

“Blood Demon Hand!”

A violent fluctuation tore through the void as people swarmed him, with at least dozens launching their first wave of attacks simultaneously.

Their moves and cultivation techniques struck Li Xiaobai, tearing his clothes to shreds. The arena immediately became covered in a web of cracks and sank inwards.

[Attribute Points +200…]

[Attribute Points +100…]

[Attribute Points +50…]

Fortunately, the cultivation level of most of these attackers remained at the Golden Core Stage and didn’t cause too much trouble for him. After adjusting slightly, Li Xiaobai covered his head with his hands and let the cultivators pound on him as they pleased.

Watching the system panel’s numbers jump wildly, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Good, just a bit more. A few more attacks and he could level up with his points.

The multitude of cultivators didn’t notice anything amiss, and seeing Li Xiaobai slowly crouch down with his hands over his head, they just thought he was unable to fight back and was trying to protect himself. Their attacks grew even more ferocious.

Cultivation techniques, spiritual artifacts, magic treasures—everything they had was thrown at him relentlessly.

In truth, most of them weren’t quite clear why they were targeting Li Xiaobai so vehemently. After a few people had set the rhythm, they simply joined the crowd and charged along.

But as the fight dragged on, they realized that no matter how they attacked, they couldn’t seem to affect the man in front of them. Frustration rose within them, prompting even more vigorous and frenzied attacks.

“Dammit, this guy’s tough as an ox!”

“What did he eat to grow up? How could his body be so resilient?”

“Stop talking and save your energy to wear him down!”

“Forget it, even if I get eliminated today, I’m going to take this guy down first. He’s too damn infuriating!”

“It’s just…”

The cultivators launched a frenzied assault, with Li Xiaobai standing still, clutching his head, silently enduring the attacks from everyone.

Although it was said that nearly a thousand cultivators were attacking, only about a hundred were actually close enough to strike. The rest couldn’t squeeze in from behind; occasionally one or two long-range attacks hit him, but it was still of no significant use.

The Attribute Points did not soar as he had imagined they might.

Low-level scenarios, indeed, were not that powerful. He felt a little disappointed in his heart.

In the void, six silhouettes encircled Xia Jian and Wang Ruoxian, determined to eliminate them first.

These two clearly did not get along with Li Xiaobai. Right from the start, they attracted massive hostility toward their little junior brother. They deserved to be dealt with, no question about it!

“You two won’t leave the arena today without missing limbs. Prepare yourselves,” Yang Chen said with a smile.

“Big sister, half-crippled or completely crippled?” Liu Jinshui squinted his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing through them.

“Completely, but leave them breathing,” Su Yunbing said indifferently.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we should always leave room for maneuver, so that we can meet amicably in the future. I am on good terms with Elder Yuan Fang from the Outer Sect. I implore you to show us some leniency,” Xia Jian said.

“Yes, and I am good friends with Inner Sect Disciple Xu Kun. For his sake, could you possibly let us off the hook?” Wang Ruoxian quickly chimed in.

“Yuan Fang?”

“Xu Kun?”

“What are those, never heard of them. They hold no sway here. Save your breath, dismember their hands and feet for me!”

Su Yunbing’s aura was chilling as she waved her hand, and they all swarmed forward.

“Alright, alright, alright, I’ll remember you guys. Nobody has dared to treat my people this way before. You’re the first,” Xia Jian said.

“I’ll keep in mind today’s grudge,” he added solemnly.

A talisman appeared in Xia Jian’s hand, and with a pinch of his fingers, it burst into flames, “Smooth Travel Talisman!”

The talisman burned to ashes that scattered in the wind, but there was no change in their form; they still stood in the same place, faces full of bewilderment.

What’s happening? The Smooth Travel Talisman was supposed to take them a thousand miles in an instant, so why isn’t it working now?

“You dare to show off your amateur talisman skills in front of us?”

“Dharma Form Manifestation!”

Su Yunbing’s expression was detached as a colossal red shadow rose from behind her, reaching skyward, its formidable presence sweeping across the arena and lighting up the eyes of the vast figure with a terrifying glow.

Even the cultivators on the two nearby platforms stopped what they were doing and gawked at the giant phantom in the sky.

“Spirit Manifestation, you’re a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!”

Wang Ruoxian shrieked, never expecting to have attracted the attention of a real master. Using the Primordial Spirit to lock space is a standard tactic to prevent lower-level cultivators from escaping.

Their adversary was using sheer cultivation level to suppress them; there was no chance for them to escape.

It must have been their previous targeting of Li Xiaobai that caught the attention of several bigwigs, who, in order to avoid being targeted themselves, decided to eliminate the two of them.

Xia Jian’s complexion turned ashen. Now that he was deprived of the talisman’s ability, they couldn’t even descend from the platform if they wanted to, and they were likely to be reduced to living sticks.

“Various masters, I was blind to your stature. I am the disciple of the Blood Demon of Zhenyuan Country. If you spare me, my master will surely thank you,” Xia Jian pleaded.

“I am a disciple from Yun Mengze of Xiao Cheng Sect, and my master adores me. Name any terms you want; just spare me, and you can have anything!” Wang Ruoxian was terrified.

“Anything you want?” Lin Yin asked with a hint of interest.

“Yes, yes, anything at all!”

Both of them nodded eagerly like pecking chickens, thinking they saw a glimmer of hope—only for the next sentence to chill them to the bone.

“Then I’ll take your left hand…”