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In the morning of the second day, Chen Yu woke up early and prepared to head to Martial King's chambers.

The Martial King's chambers were located in the Martial Imperial Manor's backyard.

Everyone from the Thirteenth Gatekeeper returned to the manor and started patrolling in the backyard.

As he walked forward, Chen Yu also observed his surroundings.

At this time, in the backyard of Martial Imperial Manor, there were well-equipped guards everywhere, waiting for the start of the battle.

The cold light reflected off of the blade and sword all showed how nervous the situation was.

However, Chen Yu did not care about all these at the moment. Like a gust of wind, he walked towards the main door of Martial King's chambers.

When Chen Yu arrived at the entrance of Martial King's sleeping quarters, he realized that there were actually many strong warriors gathered there.

Scanning with his eyes, Chen Yu realized that the person in the middle of these experts, was actually the Battle King!

At this moment, the Battle King's face was filled with high spirits.

He wore a golden royal robe, his eyes were like lightning, and his imposing manner was extraordinary!

Not only that, the few youths beside him all exuded an aura of dominance. Each and every one of them were extraordinary.

The ones who wanted to fight the Battle King were the youths of the Martial Imperial Manor.

Among these people, and Li Cang Ling, who were ranked first and second among the ten heroes, were the leaders.

The two of them exchanged gazes with the youths beside the Battle King, as a terrifying killing intent permeated the air.

"It looks like the youth beside the Battle King is the one who wants to replace the Martial Imperial Manor to participate in the trial of the Clear Sky Sect …" Chen Yu thought.

Without a doubt, the few youths by the Battle King's side, just from their imposing manner, were definitely not inferior to the Martial Imperial Manor's heroes.

It was truly a wonder where the Battle King had found so many geniuses in such a short period of time.

At this time, the person guarding the door to Martial King's sleeping quarters was a powerhouse of the sixth level of transhabitat, Chen Mo.

He quietly stood in front of the Battle-King with a stubborn expression on his face. "My Prince is feeling a little unwell. I'm afraid that I won't be able to receive him today. Battle-King, please return!"

On the other hand, Battle-King Xiahou Xingchen said with a face full of pride, "Since Martial King's body is not feeling well, then this king will not go and take a look, so as to avoid him infecting this king with his serious injuries."

After pausing for a moment, the Battle King continued: "Chen Mo, send a message for me. Just say that this king thinks that Yuwen Xi is too sick and isn't suited for overwork. Thus, this king has decided to reluctantly let it go and presided over the Clear Sky Sect's trial that will be held two months from now in's place."

"In order to prevent him from worrying too much about the transition, I've found ten young elites to fight in place of the elites of Martial Imperial Manor. This way, the Martial King would be able to save both effort and effort and recuperate peacefully. Hahaha …"

"How laughable! "I wonder where this cat or dog came from, to actually want to replace us?" At this time, among the ten heroes of the Martial Imperial Manor, Nie Yun, who was ranked ninth, said in disdain.

Hearing that, Xiahou Xingchen's face sunk, and said with a low voice: "Looks like the Martial Imperial Manor's heaven's pride level experts are not convinced, who will prove their strength?!"

The words of the Martial King was spoken to the youngsters behind him.

"I'll do it!"

Without waiting for Martial King to finish speaking, a black-faced young man behind him quickly stood forward.

His gaze landed on Nie Yun. After slightly sizing him up, the black-faced young man said indifferently, "Battle King Manor's Ten Murderers General, Ninth Killing, Xiao Yu."

"Martial Imperial Manor's ninth hero, Nie Yun!" Nie Yun also looked at her opponent with sharp eyes.

"Although an early stage Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao cultivator is very strong, he doesn't even have the qualifications to help me carry my shoes." Looking at Nie Yun, Xiao Yu said with incomparable arrogance.

"Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!" Nie Yun coldly replied as he stepped forward. Without saying anything else, he directly attacked.

"Good, then I'll show you what true strength is!" As Xiao Yu's voice fell, he also instantly struck out with his fist.

"Crimson Palm!" Nie Yun's hand trembled, and a palm print akin to a red snake shot out. It was filled with a strong killing intent.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, astral winds flew in all directions.

Nie Yun's body froze as he retreated several steps before stopping.

Nie Yun's eyes flashed with a strange light as he opened his palm. Immediately, he saw a faint mass of black poisonous gas. The gas flowed from his palm all the way to his forearm.

"What a sinister palm technique!"

Nie Yun's eyes narrowed. He channeled his right palm and forced the poison gas out of his palm.

"As expected, Nie Yun is still the strongest. That whatever Xiao Yu, just one move was enough to make him retreat." When the disciples of the Martial Imperial Manor saw this scene, they secretly rejoiced in their hearts. It looks like the people from the Battle King Manor s are only so so.

"Looks like your strength isn't much after all." Nie Yun arrogantly said as he raised his head.

"Just now, it was just a test, don't be too complacent!" Xiao Yu did not notice Nie Yun's attack at all. It was as if he didn't even place any importance on Nie Yun's strength.

Both of his hands converged into sharp wind blades, and a serious expression surfaced on Xiao Yu's face.

"Try taking a hit from me too!"

With that said, Xiao Yu's attack, instantly exploded.

Countless wind blades danced in the air, materializing and slicing Nie Yun's body.

This caused Nie Yun to furrow his brows.

The only reason was that with so many wind blades, there was no way to dodge them. The only choice was to take them head-on.

In that split-second of hesitation, several wind blades had already cut into Nie Yun's body.

Blood oozed out.

Nie Yun's arms and legs had actually suffered numerous wounds from the wind blades!

On the other side, Xiao Yu was not in a hurry to attack, but was moving forward step by step.

As his footsteps got closer, the wind blades in front of Nie Yun became increasingly dense.

The power of each wind blade grew stronger and stronger.

If this continued, Nie Yun would very likely be killed by these countless wind blades!

"Humph, you want to beat me with such a small trick? In your dreams!"

With these words, Nie Yun clasped his hands together and focused all of his strength on his arms.

"Raging Python Soars the Sky!"

An enormous phantom of a python appeared above Nie Yun.

Nie Yun also borrowed the enormous power emitted by the python simulacrum to take a step forward and once again sent out another violent palm attack.

"Python Devour!"

The palm strike was ferocious.

The wind from his palm soared into the sky.

This strike contained all of Nie Yun's strength. He wanted to smack Xiao Yu with his palm!