late at night.
In the dense forest of Zhuoyangchuan.
A dense forest trembled rapidly a few times.
A rustling sound came from the wind.
The next moment, more than a dozen black figures rushed forward at high speed.
"Is Zhao Ziyi just ahead?"
"Yes! We used bait to successfully lure Zhao Ziyi into the trap."
"Besides our college, who else is here?"
"The Kunxian Tower and the Wanjian Manor are also trying to capture Song Chen and his companion."
"Do we have enough manpower?"
"Including us, there should be around 60 people."
"Let's keep going!"
The Immortal Realm Grand Team Competition will last for seven days.
Every night at midnight, the Nascent Soul cultivators will publish a points leaderboard.
A huge curtain of water appeared in the sky, which the cultivators could see clearly by looking up.
On the first day of the competition, Mu Feng from Langya Academy firmly occupied the first place on the leaderboard with a score of 23 points.
Everyone thought Mu Feng was amazing, as he managed to fight 23 people on the first day with his Foundation Establishment cultivation.
But on the second day of the competition.
A pair of demons have been born.
They realized the terrifying power of Song Chen.
At midnight on the second night, everyone looked up at the sky with anticipation, waiting for the leaderboard to appear.
The moment the points leaderboard was released.
Everyone stared in astonishment, their mouths agape.
Song Chen has 899 points, firmly holding the top spot on the leaderboard!
Zhao Ziyi has 888 points, ranking second on the leaderboard!
The original list of over 3,800 people instantly dropped to 3,000!
More than 800 cultivators were eliminated on the very second day!
The cultivators who had been hiding in the shadows were on tenterhooks, fearing that Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi would find them.
Meanwhile, cultivators from the three major forces—Langya Academy, Wanjian Manor, and Kunxian Tower—could not sit still and began to gather their troops.
If Song Chen and his companion continue to collect points like this, their ranking in the competition will truly be in jeopardy.
The third day.
The three major forces also began a rapid sweep through the forest.
Keep searching for and defeating lone monks.
The three major forces achieved impressive results that day.
Each of their teams consists of twenty people. When they encounter small groups of less than ten people, they don't even need to lift a finger; the other side will willingly hand over the points, saving them a lot of time.
On the third night.
The cultivators from the three major forces looked up with full confidence.
The leaderboard reappeared on the water screen.
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First place: Song Chen: 1600 points.
Second place: Zhao Ziyi: 1560 points.
Third place: Li Yunxiu: 992 points.
...
2260th place: ...
The monks stared wide-eyed at the list in disbelief.
The list has once again lost more than 700 people.
How exactly did Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi manage to do that?
In the previous Immortal Realm Grand Competition, the Kunxian Tower only scored a little over two thousand points.
Now, Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi together have reached three thousand points!
Li Wantian and Mu Feng exchanged a worried glance.
If Song Chen gets half of the points, they will suffer a crushing defeat!
"We have four days left. Let's go all out to catch up with Song Chen!"
"Why not set a trap and let Song Chen take the bait?"
The two exchanged a glance, thinking of the group of cultivators at Immortal River Garden.
**
Under the pitch-black night sky.
Huang Li led the students of Xianheyuan to set up camp and rest in the dense forest.
In the past two days, the strongholds of various forces have been destroyed one after another, and a large number of cultivators have scattered and fled.
Only 24 cultivators from the Immortal River Garden remained who supported Song Chen.
Huang Li, holding his sword, sat with the other cultivators, waiting for the points leaderboard to be released early this morning.
Everyone was discussing how Song Chen and his companion managed to gain 800 points every day.
"Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi have too many points. As long as we make sure we don't get eliminated, first place in the competition is definitely ours!"
A disciple from the Refining Peak, dressed in a fiery red robe, boasted with pride in his voice.
Another cultivator from Fufeng agreed:
"Yes, as long as we take care of ourselves and don't cause trouble for Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi, we'll be number one in this competition!"
Just as everyone was having a pleasant conversation...
The sudden screams drew everyone's attention.
"Ah! Let me go! I'll give you points!"
The screams grew closer and closer to the crowd.
The tone is becoming clearer and clearer.
Huang Li frowned. Why did that voice sound so much like Qi Tai?
Everyone picked up their weapons and looked up.
Although it was night, the cultivator's eyesight was extraordinary.
They still saw Qi Tai, covered in wounds, clutching his broken arm, running away quickly.
His body was covered in blood, which was really worrying.
Behind Qi Tai were sword cultivators dressed in the same uniform, who must have come from the same faction.
Some of the monks looked at Huang Li.
To save or not to save?
Huang Li gripped the sword sheath tightly, also hesitating.
With twenty of them attacking, they could definitely defeat the three who were chasing Qi Tai.
Qi Tai ran forward in a panic, looking utterly pathetic.
But Huang Li then remembered Song Chen's instructions.
If this is Qi Tai's self-inflicted injury ploy, then if they act, they will fall into the trap!
After a moment's thought, Huang Li pressed down on the hilt of his sword and gave the order:
"Everyone, stay put. No one will die in Zhuoyangchuan."
Although Qi Tai looks terrible now, he will recover after a few days of rest. Everyone should not worry.
The other cultivators nodded, their expressions quite somber.
They came from the same faction, but were unable to help each other, causing them great inner turmoil.
Qi Tai seemed to have noticed them as well, and each time he fled, he would deliberately drift towards their camp.
Before long, Qi Tai burst into their encampment in the dense forest.
Upon seeing the crowd, Qi Tai's eyes lit up, and his blood-stained face changed from fear to joy.
"Pineapple! Help me! Ah!"
Before Qi Tai could say anything more after he finished speaking, a sharp sword aura pierced through his shoulder from behind.
"Captain, Qi Tai doesn't seem to be faking it. Let's save him!"
A sound came from somewhere unknown.
It awakened the unbearable feelings buried deep in everyone's hearts.
More and more people are pleading for leniency.
Huang Li waved her hand with a stern face, silencing the crowd's pleas for leniency:
"Don't mention it again! I want to see who dares to kill someone in Zhuoyangchuan! Knowing full well that they committed the crime, and even using a self-inflicted injury ruse in front of people, it's definitely a trap!"
Upon hearing Huang Li's words, Qi Tai's expression changed, and he began to reprimand her:
"Huang Li, you're heartless to stand by and watch someone die!"
Huang Li snorted coldly:
"I'm still not as ruthless as you. As the senior disciple of the Alchemy Academy, you're willing to be a traitor!"
The chase behind Qi Tai continued.
The three cultivators, seeing that there were more than twenty people in their group, were not afraid at all and continued to pursue Qi Tai.
This moment.
The cultivators around Huang Li all realized that this was a complete scheme!
Unfortunately, because they hesitated and didn't leave, it was too late for them to run away.
I don't know when it started, but a lot of people have gathered in the dense forest next door.
More than sixty cultivators appeared beside them.
Li Wantian and his two companions passed through the dense forest and met Huang Li.
"We meet again, Huang Li." Li Wantian smiled calmly.
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