Mo Ling Gu's expression continued to deteriorate as his disciples were defeated one by one. This was a direct slap to his face and his anger was starting to bubble.
A fearless sect master called out, "Why the dark expression Mo Ling Gu? Weren't you the one who said that the weak have no rights?"
Mo Ling Gu glared at him and harrumphed. He looked back down at the platforms and found that Shang Yu Hong was fighting against her opponent.
The sickly man was a poison user, specializing in long range combat and utilizing various tricks. Though his poisons were strong enough to corrode the platform they were on, Shang Yu Hong's flames were bright and untainted. It ate away at the multicolored poisonous mists and all sorts of other attacks.
After a few minutes, the battle was over with Shang Yu Hong being the winner.
At this point, Mo Ling Gu was fuming as four of his spots were taken from him, and from four women no less. He cursed the ones that lost for being useless and calmed down. Even if he'd lost a few spots, the majority will still go to the Sacred Blood Sect.
An intent caught his attention however, and he looked down once again and saw a handsome young man staring at him.
Sheng Tian smirked, making Mo Ling Gu feel a slight chill down his spine. He started walking at a leisurely pace, catching everyone's attention. His figure flashed abruptly and reappeared on the tenth platform, making Mo Ling Gu breathe a sigh of relief.
BOOM!
Before anyone blinked, Sheng Tian lashed out with a punch and sent his opponent flying through the air. Sounds of breaking bones could be heard as the man was falling and Sheng Tian dashed forward and slapped him.
Pah!
Light shone, signifying that the battle was over. Guang Fu Mu wore an enraged expression on his face as he yelled at the envoy.
"Why didn't my disciple get taken out?! Those were severe injuries you know-"
An oppressive aura made him shut up. The man turned to face Guang Fu Mu.
"Stop complaining about your disciple's failure, you fake monk!"
Guang Fu Mu instantly became more timid once the difference in strength was made evident. He cupped his hands and bowed down.
"My apologies, but I still think I deserve an explanation"
The envoy looked down at Sheng Tian, "There are two possibilities. One, he is faster than the formation, so the formation isn't able to react in time. Second, he managed to determine the exact force to use so that the formation doesn't trigger"
His heart leaped, "That's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible"
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Consecutive explosions caught their attention. Unknowingly, Sheng Tian was already at the second platform. It was clear as daylight that he was targeting the Sacred Blood Sect as he avoided the women's platforms.
Every single person Sheng Tian fought couldn't last a single strike and were all slapped to the ground. Their bones were broken and are completely unable to fight.
However, he skipped the second platform and went straight to the first, facing off against Mo Tian.
Wasting no words, Mo Tian drew two identical red swords from his spatial ring. It was thin and had a fearsome image of a demon's face on the blades. Sheng Tian took out the Devouring Sword.
"I'm not like the others you defeated. It's about time I put a stop to your momentum"
Sheng Tian smirked, "If I don't pull out that dog tongue today, I'll consider it my lost"
"Ohh!"
"What bold words"
"How arrogant"
Both their words roused the spirits of the old generation, reminding them of how overbearing and arrogant they were back in the day. Had their karma not been completely tied to their sects, they probably would have risen through the Heavens and ascended.
Whoosh!
Mo Tian took the initiative to attack and crossed his sword. Two massive sword projections appeared in the shape of an X and rose into the air. It reminded Sheng Tian of a pair of scissors and he snorted.
He made a hand seal with one hand and his qi flowed through his meridians according to the Sky Sword River Technique. An oppressive aura appeared in the sky and hundreds of swords that were all over a meter in length could be seen.
More than half of Sheng Tian's qi had been sucked away, even with his absurd cultivation technique, the Thirteen Heaven Chaos Scripture, as well as his mixed blood status.
He had poured a large amount of qi into making the swords larger, but only managed to make them over two meters in length.
If anyone were to hear his thoughts, even a hundred deaths won't sate their fury.
That was because there were exactly one thousand swords in the sky, each with the aura of a full power attack from a peak Foundation cultivator. Even the Xia Empire's Envoy looked on at the sky with an unprecedented feeling of fear.
"Dear Heavens... What is this...?"
It was like hell, like a death god in their midst ready to strike at any given time. Mo Tian's sword projection flickered ever so slightly but he bit his lip and let the pain wake him up.
He threw his swords up and they each floated in the center of one of the projections. Its aura grew fiercely and Mo Tian began chanting in an incoherent language and forming hand seals.
It finished in a mere few seconds, and Mo Tian slammed his fist down. A sinister looking magic circle spread from his fist which gave off a red glow.
Then a humanoid figure rose into the air behind Mo Tian.
"Demon Avatar!"
The now demonic figure stabilized and grabbed the large sword projections. It tried to strike Sheng Tian but he merely waved his hand, letting the swords in the sky fall down one at a time.
It struck Mo Tian and his projections with unerring accuracy like a thousand homing asteroids aiming to destroy everything.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Mo Tian's voice suddenly sounded and the giant projection disappeared. It shrunk down and was absorbed into his body.
Sheng Tian stopped bombarding Mo Tian after seeing his current state.
Mo Tian now truly looked like a demonic being from hell. His skin turned black and crimson red runes adorned his limbs. A vertical red eye rests on his forehead and an otherworldly killing intent erupted.
"Sheng Tian! I swear on the Heavens that I will kill you!"