Mo Yu and Zou Yiming were Chi Xiao Zhenren's disciples, and also single spiritual roots geniuses, their natural strength was extraordinary, effortlessly defeating their opponents in the first few games, exceedingly ruthless from the starting bell. If those disciples hadn't conceded in a timely manner, the fights would've ended in death.
The disciples watching off-stage were livid, but they didn't dare speak out, although even a few peak masters were grumbling.
"The sect's grand tournament has always been a life and death matter. The two people aren't violating any rules, so there's no need to speak of punishment. If the sect tournament is not harsh, how can the disciples improve their cultivation base, so when they travel abroad they won't fall prey to others?" Chi Xiao Zhenren gave a light smile.
The peak masters were also subject to the sect rules, they could only remain silent.
Song Yufei was in late stage Jindan, he could be regarded as the strongest in this group of disciples, so his victories were very effortless. Because his foundation was originally very shallow, and his master never shows him favor, he didn't dare act presumptuously, only forcing his opponents to step down, but many people still noticed that he had greatly improved.
Zhou Yun Sheng never entered the arena, he just stood behind Grand Elder's seat and watched the fights, it seemed like he was waiting for the last battle. His 'wait to attack for when opponents are exhausted' behavior garnered a lot of the disciples' criticism.
"Having a strong master is really advantageous huh. While you and I are fighting to the end, this one can comfortably stand by, yet will still be able to enter the final ten rounds." A disciple sneered and whispered.
"If he doesn't do it this way, how can he expect to keep up with the others? He's wearing a magic robe that conceals his cultivation base, but although we can't see his rank, it's only been ten years, the best he could be is early stage Jindan. Or maybe he took a few illegal pills to quickly improve, but then his foundation should be very unstable. Even if he enters the last ten rounds, someone else will probably beat him down. Grand Elder spoils him so much, but it won't help him in the real world, just harm him." Another disciple shook his head and sighed.
Song Yufei, Mo Yu, and Zou Yiming heard this gossip, all three chuckling in their hearts.
It was seven days and seven nights before the last nine fighters were selected, the new matches were starting, and all the gossip from before faded away. Five would be chosen from the group of ten, then three would be chosen from the group of five, meaning, each person needed to fight at least twice. Only the extremely powerful disciples could enter the top ten. The previous games had already required all their efforts, but the last two required them to put their lives at stake.
However, the Fang Xinghai who had never entered the ring was somehow scheduled for three consecutive games, and his opponents were the ones most likely to enter the top three: Mo Yu, Zou Yiming, and Song Yufei. Who said he relied on Grand Elder's influence to cheat, this was obviously courting death!
The Jindan Qi disciples looked at Fang Xinghai with changed eyes, since this person dared to take on this fight, he must at least have some ability. They were very much looking forward to experiencing the true strength of Grand Elder's disciple.
In the limelight, Mo Yu leaped into the arena, raised the flowing light sword in her hand, then pointed it at the black-robed boy standing behind Grand Elder.
Zhou Yun Sheng's figure flickered, then in a blink of an eye, he appeared opposite Mo Yu.
"Ladies first." He extended his hand in a gentle and courteous manner.
Mo Yu was very blunt, she smirked, then immediately swung her ice cold light sword. Her movements were really too fast, she actually split Zhou Yun Sheng into two parts without even giving him time to react.
Watching the body of the black clothed man slowly fall down to the ground, the disciples in the audience were showing incredulous expressions. It's over? This is the strength of Grand Elder's disciple?
Mo Yu was in ecstasy, she was about to swing her sword to crush the man's Gold Core, but was shocked to see the split in two corpse suddenly turn into ash, which exploded into black fog. In the blink of an eye, the whole arena was shrouded in fog.
Chi Xiao Zhenren's relaxed expression instantly turned gloomy, Zou Yiming and Song Yufei's eyebrows couldn't help but jump.
In the dense fog, Mo Yu couldn't see anything, she instinctually raised her sword to guard. After a while, she finally adapted to the dark environment, she glanced around and a figure slowly walked out from the dense fog, but it was the long dead Fang Wen Guang. He immediately attacked without preamble, his movements aiming to take her life.
Mo Yu's horror was inexplicable, but she didn't dare pause to think, she immediately raised her sword to greet the attack.
Zhou Yun Sheng stood above in the thick fog, his arms crossed, leisurely watching Mo Yu battle her imaginary enemy. This was one of his attacks – fog illusion. After his refined fog attached to the spiritual energy, then entered the cultivator's body, the most unbearable secrets hidden in their soul would be reflected in reality.
The illusions created by the fog in the hallucinogenic border could only be seen by the parties who created it, outsiders couldn't see their secrets. However, his fog illusion was very different, the fog reflected a mirage that all could see, so Zhou Yun Sheng could pry into the deepest secrets of anyone trapped in his fog field.
As if they were filming a movie, whenever they thought of something, the fog would reflect it out, and he could make his own judgments according to the plot, giving out appropriate responses, since it was possible to pass off a fake reaction as genuine.
Mo Yu quickly killed Fang Wen Guang, but then she saw Zou Yiming coming out of the fog. She sneered and waved her sword to greet him. According to her imagination, fake Zou Yiming also quickly counterattacked.
Zhou Yun Sheng stood over the fight and raised an eyebrow, gaining a new insight into Mo Yu's jealousy. Turns out she wasn't only jealous of Fang Wen Guang, she even disliked Zou Yiming.
Mo Yu expended tremendous strength to kill Zou Yiming, only to see Fang Xinghai walking out from the dense fog.
"Great, you're all going to oppose me? Then drop dead!" The demons lurking in the bottom of her heart completely broke out. Mo Yu's eyes reddened with rage, she flung the flowing light sword into the air, calling out the Eight Promise Swords Desolation spell, killing Fang Xinghai, who was walking towards her, in a loud explosion. Others only saw the flashing of a light sword in the thick fog, and felt a surge in spiritual energy, they all thought that the battle must be very intense, who could've guessed that this was merely a one man show.
She beheaded one imaginary enemy after another, but when she saw Grand Elder coming out of the thick fog, she finally revealed an anxious expression. Even with her internal demons in control of her mind, she still knew that she wasn't Grand Elder's opponent.
Zhou Yun Sheng, who had watched the show with a cheerful expression, revealed a cold expression at this. What guts, she even wants to kill Zong Yi!
Mo Yu's hands closed together in a hand-seal, the flowing light sword was suspended in midair, she had resorted to Promise Immortal Sect's most powerful spell, the Ten Immortals Killing Sword. But she had already bottomed out her spiritual energy, where could she get the formidable power required to cast the spell? A few waves of sword light flicked across the dense fog, finally, she half kneeled on the ground, unable to support herself.
But Grand Elder only flicked his sleeve to sweep away her light sword, then he slowly approached her.
"You're a very passionate woman, a real eye-opener for me." Grand Elder stretched out his hand and pinch Mo Yu's lower jaw. Mo Yu wanted to resist, but because her spiritual power had been depleted, she couldn't even move a finger. She watched in disgrace, then was stunned to see Grand Elder's face ripple, becoming Fang Xinghai's gentle yokai face.
"How is it you?" Mo Yu's eyes widened enough to spilt.
"Did you forget who you were fighting?" Zhou Yun Sheng gave a light laugh while calmly pulling out her jade white rood bone, making Mo Yu let out a tragic howl.
But the fog absorbed all of her voice, so the outside world felt nothing.
While the tragic howl became even more sorrowful, Zhou Yun Sheng completely removed all of Mo Yu's root bone, crushing it to powder in front of her face, painstakingly slow, then he reached into her dantian with a clawed hand, digging out her dimming Gold Core.
Mo Yu experienced what it meant to wish for death for the first time in her life, more than the pain, she couldn't bear the inner despair. Root bone, dantian, Gold Core, all were destroyed, she would become an absolute mortal. A mortal's life purpose was to be born, to grow old, to get sick and then die, then the five roads of reincarnation, their existence was like mole cricket and ants! How could she live like that!
"Please, let me go! My father has many treasures, he can give you whatever you want, as long as you're willing to let me go!" Mo Yu was now covered in blood, her tears flowing. As the Sect Leader's beloved daughter, she had always been high above everyone else, she'd never been in such a difficult situation.
How could this fight be her loss? Even now she had no idea how to accept it.
"I concede! I admit defeat!" She used all her strength to shout, hoping the elders and peak masters would hear her, allowing her to promptly withdraw. But the dense fog absorbed all her voice.
"My master is Promise Immortal Sect's Grand Elder, he has countless treasures in his possession, how can you have anything I'd fancy? At that time, why didn't you let me go? Or let my brother go? As I said before, how you treated me, I'll pay you back a thousand fold. You planted the seed for this retribution, you have to swallow your own medicine." Zhou Yun Sheng looked straight into Mo Yu's despairing eyes as he crushed her Gold Core, then he swung his sleeve to withdraw the fog.
The disciples in the audience first felt the atmosphere of the Eight Promise Swords Desolation spell, followed by the powerful atmosphere of the Ten Immortals Killing Sword spell, and all had sighed in pity for Fang Xinghai. They were indeed Promise Immortal Sect's most powerful sword spells, one was already difficult to bear, not to mention both spells.
This also meant that Fang Xinghai had some skill if he was able to push Mo Yu to this point. But faced up against two sword spells, everything pointed to a disaster for him.
The dense fog suddenly appeared, then disappeared in the same strange way. In the blink of an eye, the stage was clear, a slender figure slowly walked out, golden light gradually dissipating from their hand. Another figure was crumpled on the ground, except for their intact head, their hands and feet resembled a soft candy twisted into a crooked shape.
Looking intently, the audience couldn't help but gasp. The golden light was a powdered Gold Core, and the figure lying on the ground was senior sister Mo Yu, missing her root bone.
The root bone, dantian, and Gold Core, all destroyed, unless she took a Steal Heaven's Fortune Pill, senior sister Mo Yu's cultivation career would end.
And then they looked at the black clothed man, after such a fierce fight, forget being wounded, even his hair was still in place, his strength must be really unfathomable, and methods extremely insidious.
Chi Xiao Zhenren's indifferent expression was replaced by rage. His internal organs somersaulted, his Yuanshen restless, his eyes flowing with thick desire to commit murder.
However, a more powerful Yuanshen shrouded the arena, also wrapping his short and thin small disciple in a thick layer, forming a watertight shield. Zong Yi glanced over at Chi Xiao Zhenren and slowly opened, "Ten years ago, your daughter destroyed my small disciple's root bone and dantian, then pushed him down into an abyss to his death. My small disciple signed a life and death contract with her, promising that in the tournament he would return the favor. Have you father and daughter forgotten already?"
Grand Elder's voice resounded throughout Promise Immortal Sect, making the spectating disciples suddenly come to a realization. In fact, there was this type of insider drama, no wonder Fang Xinghai was so ruthless, this was something Mo Yu deserved!
At that time, Chi Xiao Zhenren had self-fishy only announced the circumstances surrounding Fang Wen Guang's death, concealing his daughter's murder attempt on Fang Xinghai. Zong Yi hadn't confronted him about it, waiting for this opportunity.
The peak masters' furrowed brows loosened, the resentment for Fang Xinghai and pity for Mo Yu all dissipated. Cultivators were generally very fearful of karma. Mo Yu had planted the seeds for such evil, and today was her long awaited recompense.
The elders that were going to speak up for Mo Yu heard this and remained silent.
Chi Xiao Zhenren looked over the audience's obvious change of heart, after a few moments, he restored his calm and let out a forced smile, "Junior has not forgotten. Today was a fair battle, I will accept my child's loss wholeheartedly." Seeing Grand Elder drawing back his Yuanshen, he immediately waved to order his daughter be taken away.
The grand tournament continued. Standing behind Chi Xiao Zhenren's seat, Zou Yiming clenched his teeth and muttered, "Master don't get angry, your small disciple will get revenge for junior sister later."
Chi Xiao Zhenren closed his eyes and didn't reply, he seemed to have already entered a trance.