This Taoist priest, known as the "Life-Stripping Taoist," was extraordinary, as could be discerned from his reputation alone.
Judging from his imposing aura, Ye Tian knew that this person must be a prominent figure in the Fei Guang Mountains.
This competition has brought immense pressure.
In this unfamiliar environment, with the master and fellow disciples unable to distinguish factions, no one knows which link in the chain of command might offend someone who would then strike deadly.
Ye Tian had already made a plan in his heart.
No matter who it is, if they dare to kill his master and fellow disciples, he will swiftly and decisively save his master and then kill the scoundrel.
The match has begun.
First came the crucial battle of the sect leaders, which may or may not have been a deliberate arrangement by the Feiguang Mountains. The first few rounds consisted mostly of weaklings, barely reaching the Cloud Realm, or perhaps only at the fourth or fifth level.
The fight was utterly devoid of any entertainment value; based on Ye Tian's current combat experience, their battle was like a brawl between infants.
There is simply no one and no experience to draw upon.
Several rounds passed.
Finally, it was Master Wuchen's turn.
Within the Dragon Emperor's Universe of the Fei Guang Mountains, a resounding bell-like sound echoed, declaring, "In this round, Wu Chen Daoist of the Ruthless Sect will face off against the Imperial Universe Pavilion in a fierce battle."
"Tsk tsk."
The group of people immediately became excited and thrilled, as if they had just witnessed a great show. Some even screamed, cheered, and applauded enthusiastically.
All members of the Ruthless Sect were visiting the Feiguang Mountains for the first time, and even Daoist Wuchen did not know why they were so excited.
Ye Tian used his powerful senses to listen intently to the discussions of the people around him.
"These bumpkins from the Cloud Mist Mountains are really unlucky; they ran into the Imperial Pavilion in their very first round."
“The Imperial Pavilion only sends three sect leaders to the competition each year, and this unlucky fellow ran into one in the first round. I thought they could hold out until they were killed by the Life-Stripping Daoist, but it seems they don’t have much of a chance this time.”
"Hehe, if you ask me, they were incredibly lucky. Otherwise, if they had encountered the Life-Stripping Daoist, they would definitely have been in grave danger."
"On the contrary, if we encounter this group from Huangyu Pavilion, although we might lose sooner, at least we won't die."
"That's not necessarily true. The Imperial Pavilion has killed quite a few people as well."
Each of these people had their own version of events, leaving Ye Tian completely bewildered and confused.
The disciple recruitment competition in Feiguang Mountain Range is not simply a competition between one master and one disciple from each sect to determine the winner, is it?
How could this happen? The Imperial Pavilion alone can produce three people. And that's just at the master level. If we include disciples, how many people can this sect produce in total?
This truly baffled Ye Tian.
Master Wuchen Daoren and the entire Wuqing Sect were also completely bewildered, having no idea why.
Such strange occurrences do not happen in the Cloud and Mist Mountains where Baizong is located.
Seemingly noticing their confusion, someone loudly sneered, answering Wuchen Daoist with mockery.
From the crowd, someone sneered, "Huangyu Pavilion is one of the official forces that organizes the competition. Moreover, although it is a competition to recruit apprentices, they do not allow students to sign up. They only select a few strong students each year. Therefore, they are qualified to have three masters and three apprentices."
"You bumpkin, you don't even know these things, yet you dare to recklessly participate in the Feiguang Mountains competition. Do you think this is your poor, remote place?"
"You guys!" Gu Nishang was furious.
Master Wuchen Daoist's face turned red, his teeth clenched, and his hands clenched so tightly that the veins on them bulged.
It's easy to imagine how much anger he was simmering inside.
Ye Tian, however, became wary in advance. The Huangyu Pavilion was a semi-official force capable of controlling even the number of participants. It was absolutely impossible for them not to have access to the list of participants for the competition.
Since they were able to master it, Master still faced them in the very first round.
Something's definitely fishy here!
Perhaps Master has unintentionally made an enemy of the Imperial Pavilion, and in the first round, they might want to kill Master.
Ye Tian dared not be careless and watched the scene with extreme vigilance. He had already made up his mind that if anything went wrong, he would fly onto the stage and cripple Li Zhan.
That's what I was thinking just now.
The match just happened to start at that moment.
Wuchen Daoist of the Ruthless Sect and Li Zhan stood on the same arena at the same time.
Li Zhan possessed an extraordinary aura, standing firmly on the arena as if his feet were rooted to the ground. His face remained expressionless as he indifferently surveyed Wuchen Daoren, looking down at him as if he were an ant.
The crowd below the stage was incredibly noisy.
Various shouts and calls arose one after another.
But when Ye Tian listened carefully, all he heard was this voice: "Kill him! Li Zhan! Kill these ignorant outsiders! How dare they come to our Feiguang Mountains! Let them know whose territory this is."
Such sounds were endless, with cheers coming one after another.
It seemed that everyone thought that Li Zhan could easily defeat Wuchen Daoren with just a few casual punches and kicks, without any suspense.
"It's a waste of the talents of the Imperial Pavilion to fight these country bumpkins."
"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"
"You country bumpkin, I advise you to surrender yourself, kneel down and kowtow to Li Zhan a few times, maybe you'll have a chance to live."
"Shut up!" Daoist Wuchen was quite annoyed by the noise. He reprimanded the person with an icy expression and said in a cold voice, "If you're going to have a competition, then stop dawdling."
"Heh, you're in such a hurry to die!"
"The match begins!"
At this moment.
In short, let the competition begin.
Wuchen Daoist stared directly at Li Zhan, his face icy cold and his eyes filled with killing intent.
At this moment of fierce battle, his aura exploded.
A burst of supreme spiritual energy, at the ninth level of the Cloud Realm, erupted forth.
Ye Tianxin knew something was wrong. He was at the ninth level of the Cloud Realm. Even if Wuchen Daoist lent him a few more realms, he would still be no match for him.
Master is in danger this time.
Just as he was about to hurriedly put on the Mask of Free Will and fight in place of his master.
But they discovered that things weren't so simple.
Li Zhan didn't rush to make a move. His face was full of amusement as he walked a short distance away from his master and stretched out a hand.
"Kill him!"
"Kill these country bumpkins from out of town!"
"Let these poor, remote people know who the big brother is."
But Li Zhan, as if toying with a monkey, simply uttered three words and said nonchalantly, "I surrender."
After saying that,
The entire room fell silent.
No one spoke.
a long time.
Then someone cursed angrily.
"My money, all my money, I've lost it all!"
Someone burst into tears, which startled everyone awake.
These people are so cruel.
Ye Tian realized the truth of the matter.
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