The three top disciples, including Lan Ge, remained with their eyes closed, clearly having already learned of the news from Can Xue.
Looking at the shocked group of disciples, especially Mo Xie's followers who were completely dumbfounded,
Canxue smiled smugly, "That group of righteous disciples is quite a sight! The strongest among them, though not at their peak, still possesses the cultivation of a ninth-grade Grandmaster, along with several eighth-grade Grandmasters and a number of Xuan cultivators at the fifth-grade Grandmaster level or above... Heh heh, how could Mo Xie possibly survive? Hahaha..."
The disciples immediately erupted in an uproar.
yes,
With such a lineup, even if Mo Xie is one of the Four Heroes, the top disciple of the Divine Temple, and possesses the formidable cultivation of the peak of the Sect Realm, he would probably only be able to die on the spot.
The group of Mo Xie's followers were thunderstruck, and they all hung their heads and remained silent.
As for seeing a fellow disciple in danger and not offering any help?
Stop joking.
That's a hypocritical excuse only the righteous path uses.
In the demon realm, the law of the jungle prevails: the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive. Even if someone is weakened and has the ability to rescue another but chooses not to, there will be no punishment whatsoever; let alone someone who doesn't even have the ability to rescue another.
"quiet!"
A shout resounded across the square, and the elder who was in charge of this trial competition arrived, stepping through the air.
They were none other than three high-ranking experts at the King Realm!
The noisy scene quieted down.
"The three-month-long trial competition has come to an end, and the outstanding disciples of the temple who participated in the competition have completed their trials and returned here."
The leading elder took out the roster and said, "Before the competition begins, let's announce the disciples who have unfortunately passed away."
A sinister, expectant smile played on Canxue's lips.
Moye's followers, on the other hand, sighed and groaned, like wilted eggplants.
"According to the soul tablets that record life and death, a total of three disciples who participated in this trial died..."
The elder's voice echoed throughout the square, "These three are Zhu Lin, Feng Juanyun, and Kuang Jiu."
No Moye?
No Moye?!
The name that had been echoing in their minds for so long didn't appear, leaving everyone looking surprised...
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