Chapter 332: Placing Bottom in the Nine Hells Conquest Clash!

Chapter 332: Placing Bottom in the Nine Hells Conquest Clash!

After Mo Jianzhi finished speaking, he swept his gaze over the representatives of the eight hells.

"Is that all?" the Talisman Emperor asked.

"That's all." Mo Jianzhi nodded in confirmation.

The crowd exchanged glances, a bit bewildered.

They understood why the number was 900; that was all the Fate Ocean Realm participants the Reverie Abyss had. It appeared every one of them had to fight.

For the Calamity Seal Purgatory, who had 2,000 Inscription Cultivators in the Fate Ocean Realm, they could cherry-pick the strongest 900 for the fray.

Even though they were all in the Fate Ocean Realm, there was still a difference in strength between stages!

So, the mightier the hell, the better the odds of snatching more tokens in the eight-person rumble.

One participant might even sweep the other seven, making a whole Trigram by themselves!

And if not, the best strategy was to snatch away as many tokens as possible and find others to piece together a full Trigram.

"How do we decide who fights?" the Talisman Emperor asked.

"You pick 900 people to go up. Their tokens will show a random number from 1 to 900. Every fight, representatives from each hell with the matching numbers step up," Mo Jianzhi elaborated.

"Any particular rules for these fights?" the Phoenix Empress asked.

"None," Mo Jianzhi replied.

Everyone got the picture. Basically, once someone stepped onto the battlefield, temporary alliances, token trading, etc was all fair game.

Enter the battlefield, and all rules went out the window!

So, looting and killing were also on the table.

In a tense silence, the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil exchanged a glance.

The two were thinking the same thing!

"With 900 eight-person free-for-alls, and a Sword Cultivator in each, we could set up 900 seven-on-ones. By this rule, we could wipe out the Sword Cultivators..."

Inevitably, one of these battles would involve Yun Xiao. From this angle, the rule seemed to favor the other seven hells. They could easily teach the Eternal Sword Prison a bloody lesson.

"That's what they deserve for getting so uppity and full of themselves."

For a moment, the Inscription Cultivators and Yang Devils, among other powerhouses, looked at the Sword Cultivators with a chilling disdain.

Meanwhile, the Sword Ruins' Cultivators hung their heads, their faces clouded with immense pressure.

Under this rule, nearly everyone had to step into the fray!

Even a heaven-defying Exiled Sword Immortal couldn't help them much.

After all, everyone only got one shot.

"This rule, it's like it's tailor-made for those seven hells to gang up on us, right? And they get to do it 900 times?" Mu Dalong's eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

She could almost see it. Each Sword Cultivator, brimming with fervor, being pounced on by seven foes!

How on earth could they fight back?

"We never had such a rule before!" Mu Daxiong said coldly.

"Ten years ago, the Fate Ocean Battle Royale was just one big group battle, right? Wrapped up in a day," Mu Dalong murmured. She had also taken part in that very battle.

"By this year's rules, each fight lasts 15 minutes, and with 900 battles, just getting through the Fate Ocean Battle Royale will take almost ten days..." Du Zhongyuan rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Who came up with this?"

They all glared at Mo Jianzhi with displeasure.

"What if I kill them all?" Yun Xiao raised an eyebrow.

The Sword Warden shuddered, "Then it's pointless."

"Balance is just a shackle for the weak. The Immortal Asylum has no right to dictate how the ruler of the Nine Hells is determined. To me, this rule is great news because it gives me ten days..." A glint flashed in Yun Xiao's eyes.

"I understand!" The Sword Warden's heart trembled, "I'll arrange it right away."

"No need to say too much to them. What will happen in ten days, nobody knows. Even if forfeiting is shameful, let them endure it." Yun Xiao turned to his fellow Sword Cultivators. "Staying alive is more important than anything."

How could he let them blindly march to their deaths under such twisted rules when they trusted him so?

"Yes, staying alive is what matters most!" the Sword Warden said earnestly. He turned and went to the camp of 1,000 Sword Cultivators to formally announce their collective forfeit.

He wanted everyone to accept the high likelihood of finishing last in the Nine Hells Conquest Clash. Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the eyes of the Sword Cultivators reddened.

"No way!"

"How can we, the swordsmen, retreat without a fight?"

Many stood up in opposition. These weren't hot-blooded youths; they had deeper beliefs, making it even harder for them to accept retreat.

"Everyone, the way of the sword isn't about mindlessly marching to death. This is an edict from Exile Yun. As his followers, trust comes first!" the Sword Warden said.

The 1,000 Sword Cultivators looked towards the young man in white standing in the shadows, fists clenched Yet, they fell silent.

"Can we trust him?" Mu Dalong asked softly.

"Big sister, once we forfeit, according to the rules, we're already at the bottom. Does trusting him even make sense?" Mu Daxiong clenched his teeth, puzzled. He couldn't figure it out.

"It does! Staying alive gives us a chance to fight fairly! Today, it's unfair," Mu Dalong said.

Mu Daxiong looked at the young man in white, momentarily lost for words.

Still, none of the Sword Cultivators would go against Yun Xiao's command! As for the inner turmoil, they just had to bear it for now.

Unexpectedly, the Sword Warden's announcement immediately drew laughter from the other seven hells.

That grating laughter spread throughout the Immortal Asylum.

"How many years has it been? The Nine Hells have seen the first hell whose participants all kneel in surrender!"

"And they're the proud Sword Cultivators?"

"If their ancestors knew about this, wouldn't they roll in their graves?"

Over 10,000 voices roared with laughter.

They were having a ball.

Many Sword Cultivators turned red with embarrassment, their indignation and resentment reaching a peak.

"Don't mind them. The louder they laugh, the more frustrated they actually are because their plan to encircle us has gone down the drain," Mu Dalong, feeling depressed herself, kept explaining to everyone.

"Yes, the taunts are just to provoke us into fighting..."

Everyone knew this in their hearts. But enduring such humiliation, which might even stain their descendants, who could bear it? Yet, they just had to endure!

It was clear to see that the Talisman Emperor, Wick Devil, and others, hadn't expected Yun Xiao, known for his arrogance, to take this route.

They were actually more annoyed! Unable to kill the Sword Cultivators, it was like punching cotton. And to top it off, they had to fight among themselves first...

Amidst this laughter, the start of the Fate Ocean Battle Royale was approaching.

Suddenly, Yun Xiao raised the token in his hand. On it, there was a one inscribed! His icy gaze swept over the other seven hells.

"I'm number one, representing the first participant for the Sword Ruins. The strongest among you in the Fate Ocean Realm who believe they can kill me, you better hurry to exchange your tokens to fight me!"

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