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In the midst of the chaos, the two combatants could not determine a victor, each seeking to end the other's life.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, paid no mind to others. He understood that everyone was likely entangled in their own battles, perhaps even with more than one opponent. For now, he could only look after himself.
Then let the battle commence.
Death would not be an option for him.
Was he truly seeking a fight?
Meanwhile, on another front, Mu Qinglong and Hong Yulong, old rivals once again crossed paths. With the Jade Dragon Armor, Hong Yulong had managed to overpower Mu Qinglong in their previous encounter just days ago, stabilizing the situation in his favor.
Both were eager for another round, and it appeared that this time, Mu Qinglong was better prepared.
No matter what, he would not falter; he would not make a mistake.
With confidence, Mu Qinglong hurled the Azure Leaf from his leg. A palm-sized leaf began to take root amidst the dark clouds, and a massive Vine Man climbed up through them. Its immense power even caused slight distortions in the surrounding clouds.
The Azure Leaf had leveled up.
A False True Artifact?
Hong Yulong focused intently. In their last encounter, Mu Qinglong had not revealed that particular signature technique of his. If he had indeed achieved a False True Artifact, then Hong Yulong knew he might not withstand its power. He needed to be cautious and test the waters before drawing any conclusions.
As a flash of lightning illuminated the scene, Sima Wuduan finally caught sight of the Night Emperor. He moved swiftly to intercept him with the Dull Sword, trapping the Night Emperor within the encirclement.
It seemed that the Ninth Underworld had made extensive preparations for this confrontation.
The Night Emperor cautiously shifted his position, hoping Sima Wuduan would reveal some flaw that would allow him to escape the battlefield.
Sima Wuduan grinned widely, his heavy sword and flying kick connecting as he charged forward, engaging in a fierce battle with the Night Emperor. He had broken through.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning split the dark clouds overhead, illuminating the somewhat pale face of the Night Emperor. In just one exchange of blows, the Night Emperor had already been pushed back to the Refining Spirit Stage, severely injured by Sima Wuduan. The gap between them was simply too vast at that moment.
I am Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. I never expected to encounter remnants of the Light Path within the academy. Tenglan must find it hard to accept this situation, considering his personality.
Wen Ren looked at the seductive man before him and could hardly believe he was standing there facing someone once on par with Tenglan—Zhang Liuyuan, now known as the Nine Nether Distant Lord.
What on earth had Zhang Liuyuan gone through to become like this?
He was much stronger than I remembered. Why not be a good person instead of turning himself into something so unrecognizable?
Am I seeking death?
Faced with Zhang Liuyuan's threat, Wen Ren smiled back. He no longer needed to hold back; his strength had long surpassed that of the Wen Ren from the academy.
What does it matter?
Jiang Anbo and Tan Siyuan followed behind a large group at the Nascent Soul Stage. For them, being among the crowd was much safer than trailing behind Tenglan and others, as they wouldn’t attract attention from those overwhelmingly powerful individuals.
However, things did not go as planned; they were still intercepted by Dong Lai.
"Let me introduce Yi Dong," he said. "This is Lu Chen Zhou, at the early Nascent Soul stage—just right for a match against Yi Dong."
Jiang Anbo and Tan Siyuan exchanged glances. Although they hadn’t known each other for long, they had already built enough trust to rely on each other completely. At that moment, their hearts raced with unspoken thoughts.
The two of them charged forward with their swords drawn, into the arena—a battlefield where fairness had never existed, only survival or death.
They met again.
Hmm.
In contrast to the East, Leng Gucun and Wei Wuyou's encounter felt remarkably harmonious. A few days ago, in a fateful duel, Leng Gucun had narrowly triumphed. He knew that Wei Wuyou harbored some resentment in his heart; Bu Luo and the Coal Blossom System had given him a chance.
"I’m not a good loser," Bu Luo said apologetically, "but today we cannot determine a winner."
"It’s fine. Since we cannot decide a victor, let’s settle this with life and death."
Apologies aside, he did not wish to die.
As the battle commenced, more and more Nine Nether Cultivators joined the fray. Initially, it was only the talented disciples from the Oil Lamp Palace, but as time passed, some Divine Cultivators from the Ninth Underworld began to enter the battlefield. Almost everyone was fighting against two or even three opponents at once.
On the ground, the armies were mired as if trapped in a quagmire, unable to advance an inch.
The light drizzle gradually transformed into a torrential downpour, as if to wash away their initial hopes of extermination.
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