BXBX NOVEL Chapter 112: Only Seven People Left
Chapter 112: Only Seven People Left
Chapter 112: Only Seven People Left
Translator: 549690339
“Get down there, that woman is trying to wipe us out in one go!”
“Damn it, why do these big shots always have to pick on us grassroots cultivators?”
The cultivators gathered in the corner of the arena hesitated not a moment longer and leaped down from the stage; in an instant, figures flickered everywhere, plummeting down like a hail of dumplings.
Below the arena, the onlooking crowd scattered like the tide, desperate to get out of the way.
Most of them had not reached the Nascent Soul Stage; if they were caught in the hammer’s wake, they would likely lose their lives.
In the void, the golden hammer crashed down with a thunderous roar, solidly striking the corner of the stage.
The might of the Primordial Sky-devouring Beast spread out, its formidable energy sweeping across the field in waves, causing the nearby cultivators to feel the spiritual artifacts within them thrown into chaos and their blood churn with such intensity that a sweet taste rose to their throats, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood.
The pale golden ripples of spiritual power spread, making the cultivators feel as if the world were spinning and darkness was descending before their eyes.
The power of a Nascent Soul big shot was truly terrifying!
Below, Li Xiaobai stared at the system panel in front of him.
[Attribute Points +5000…]
[Defensive power: Indestructible Golden Body Seventh Turn (62000/70000) ready for progression.]
As expected, the attacks from a Nascent Soul Cultivator sure packed a punch, easily racking up thousands of attribute points.
In the sky, Su Yunbing’s expression showed surprise; after her hammer struck, a strong force rebounded back at her, causing a slight vibration in her Primordial Spirit. Although she was not injured, the strength of the force was not to be underestimated.
Looking down at the now empty arena, Su Yunbing frowned.
This little junior brother of hers was not simple at all, his defensive power was astonishing.
“Stop, the competition on this stage has ended. Do not attack further!”
Several elders arrived together, striking the void several times to neutralize the overwhelming pressure from the golden hammer.
Feng Qingyang appeared on the ground in a flash, his face full of anger, “Who told you to do this!”
Leaving a hundred surviving disciples on each stage to continue the competition was a method devised by the elders to quickly identify talents.
Out of a thousand people, the strongest hundred would be selected and then face off in one-on-one fights, which would significantly increase efficiency and make it more exciting for them to watch.
But now, they had made a clean sweep with a pole, leaving the stage stark bare except for these seven, how were they supposed to continue the competition?
“That’s right, Great Elder, these big shots targeted us from the start, and we were eliminated before we could even show our true strength. I don’t accept this!”
“Yes, I don’t accept it either. We stand no chance against Nascent Soul cultivators!”
“She shouldn’t have used her cultivation level to hinder our determination to serve the Holy Demon Sect!”
“I demand another chance to compete!”
Seeing the Great Elder step in, the cultivators below once again became agitated.
However, they had forgotten that just a moment ago they were also attacking Li Xiaobai.
“Nonsense, weren’t you also ganging up on Liangchen just now?” Li Xiaobai said indifferently.
“Her hammer didn’t specifically avoid Liangchen, and it’s clear that you jumped off the stage on your own!”
The cultivators were left speechless, as it had indeed been their fear that made them jump off the arena.
Anyone who saw a Nascent Soul wielding a giant hammer threatening to smash down on them would be scared out of their wits.
“All right, rules are rules, even though they were wrong in a thousand ways, you have already left the arena and lost the qualification to continue the competition. Just be a spectator for now, and remember, if you perform exceptionally well in the future, there is still a chance to become a disciple of our sect!”
Feng Qingyang said.
“Thank you, Great Elder.” The cultivators had no choice but to accept their fate, their hearts filled with silent resentment but not daring to show it, feeling utterly wronged.
After Feng Qingyang gave a few brief instructions, two nearby arenas suddenly erupted with thunderous noises.
Sovereign might burst forth as several huge Primordial Spirit Phantoms rose from the ground, equally towering, confronting Su Yunbing’s red Nascent Soul from afar.
Su Yunbing felt challenged, her Nascent Soul swung the giant hammer, pointing at the several Primordial Spirit Phantoms from a distance, her overbearing aura released, ready to ignite a tense atmosphere.
The spectators below were shockingly alarmed, swiftly controlling their flights to take a stance, as Nascent Soul experts were going all out in the first round—the aftershock of this battle was not something they could withstand.
Indeed, they were the elite youths gathered from various regions, young and yet powerful enough to reach the Nascent Soul Stage.
They were also young; why were they so exceptional?
“You…”
Feng Qingyang was shocked, guessing what these fellows were up to.
No sooner had he finished lecturing one side than the other began to clear the field, blatantly ignoring his words.
“Elders, stop them, we can’t let them continue this recklessness!”
Feng Qingyang controlled his flight, instantly appearing in front of a massive Primordial Spirit Phantom, raising his hand to force it back into the body of the elite youth.
The Primordial Spirit Phantom faded, and Feng Qingyang’s hand passed right through it, without even a hint of touch.
“Void Clan, Aolai Country of the Eastern Sea, you’re a million miles away in the Eastern Sea, yet you’ve come to stir up trouble!” Feng Qingyang’s expression changed, originally thinking only the closer disciples from Central Province and the Western Desert would come and make a move, not expecting a bigger catch.
“Disciple was just traveling around and happened to be in the Northern Region, so I came.” said the elite youth indifferently, his Nascent Soul shimmered and quickly retreated back into his body, giving Feng Qingyang some face.
“You want to lay hands on my sister, did you ask us?”
Yang Chen stepped forward, a Primordial Spirit Phantom emerging from his body, holding a Double Sided Halberd, making no effort to conceal his hostility.
The other youths followed suit, various Primordial Spirits rising from the ground, each conjuring their Visualized Item and wielding various weapons. Their wild auras seemed ready to flip the entire training field, staring angrily at the cream of the crop on the other arenas.
The Primordial Spirit Phantoms in the arena became more solid, and the intangible might collided in the void. Many of the cultivators felt a sudden pressure on their chests, wisely choosing to leap off the arena.
No choice, a battle between the big bosses, even a mere glance could cause severe injury to them. The preservation of their lives was, after all, the priority.
The multitude of cultivators huddled far away in refuge were dumbstruck and trembling.
Grandma’s, so it turns out that all the people on the stage were Nascent Soul big bosses; their loss was not unwarranted!
The onlooking crowd from the sect was even more excited, having been in the sect for so long, such a grand scene was a first. Even among the True Disciples within the sect, only one had stepped into the threshold of the Nascent Soul Stage, with several others at the Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivation level.
To witness over ten Nascent Soul Cultivators join forces was a sight, perhaps, seen once in several decades.
Big moves, not even money could buy this experience!