The arena is located in the center of Guanglan City. There are four of them, built in the east, south, west and north directions of the City Lord's Mansion.
The reason why the arena was built here.
After all, it is the only place in Guanglan City where fighting and killing are allowed. It is inevitable that some monks who are not used to following the rules will act recklessly. And around the City Lord's Mansion, no matter how brave they are, they dare not act recklessly.
Xue Kong and the seven monks went to the southern arena.
There were no guards to maintain order in the arena, only a judge to determine the outcome and prevent some monks from breaking the rules.
Xue Kong saw the young judge in the arena sitting in meditation with his eyes closed in the open space. His cultivation was so deep that he could not see through it at all.
"A cultivator who has established a foundation." The only one who could make him unable to see through and yet feel pressured was a cultivator who had established a foundation.
At this moment, a competition had just ended in the arena.
A bloody corpse was carried away, and the winner was not feeling well either. His right arm was broken and his face was extremely pale, but he tightly grasped the loser's storage bag with a look of joy.
There were many monks around waving their hands and shouting.
Practicing is hard and boring. During the period of waiting for the opening of the Demon Island, the way these monks pass the time is to watch people fighting here.
On the one hand, it can broaden your horizons and let you see how others fight in life-and-death battles and turn defeat into victory.
On the other hand, it is to seek excitement so that they will not be paralyzed in the dull practice. What if the Demon Valley suddenly opens and they have just entered the Demon Valley? Wouldn’t they be put in a passive position because they have not fought for a long time?
Xue Kong glanced around and saw that there were more than a hundred cultivators watching the competition.
The cultivation levels range from the fifth level of Qi Condensation to the great perfection of Qi Condensation.
Soon after the seven monks submitted their applications to the judge, the next one to come on stage was Xue Kong.
Xue Kong's expression was calm. He didn't find any unusual faces in the crowd. He immediately started to wonder, "Am I being overly suspicious? Are these seven people just after the spirit stones?"
Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to go up and compete.
The competition venue is wide, about fifty feet wide, and is a huge stone platform.
After Xue Kong and one of the seven monks came on stage, the monks below immediately shouted, shouting crazy words such as "kill, kill!"
"You and I have the same level of cultivation, yet you ignore me like this? Do you still have the mood to look at those people below?" Anger appeared on the face of the cultivator opposite.
Xue Kong looked at him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a corpse.
"What exactly is he planning to do?" Bai Mian in the audience really couldn't understand Xue Kong's thoughts. In her eyes, Xue Kong was not a person who liked to be in the spotlight. Why was he now exposed in the sight of everyone and showing off his skills?
The remaining six monks had completely changed their appearance. Now they all looked terrified, their eyes darting around as if they were looking for someone.
On the stage, the monk attacked the monk.
Xue Kong glanced at him indifferently, raised his right hand, and a heavenly sword suddenly flashed out from his storage bag, emitting cold light and quickly passing through.
The monk's face changed, and before he could dodge, he was split in two by the Heavenly Sword and his head was cut off.
Gulp.
There was a low sound on the stone platform where the head fell.
At the same time, two evil ghosts rushed out of Xue Kong's body. When the monk's soul was about to dissipate, they pounced on him, tore the soul into pieces and swallowed it, and then returned to Xue Kong's body.
The audience was silent for a moment. The monks who were originally excited all widened their eyes and were shocked.
"Instant kill! Their cultivation levels are similar, how could they be so capable?"
"What kind of magic weapon is that knife? How could it be so powerful? That person didn't even react at all."
"Killing people and taking their souls, isn't this a method of the devil?!"
The headless corpse on the stone platform fell to the ground with a thud, and blood flowed down the headless neck, instantly dyeing the ground red.
The judge, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them at this moment, turned his head to look at Xue Kong, then at the Heavenly Sword, and murmured, "A mid-grade earth-level magic weapon."
"This, this, this..." When the remaining six monks saw this scene, their faces changed drastically and their lips trembled.
Xue Kong on the stage waved his sleeves, and the man's storage bag fell into his palm and was put into his arms.
Then, he turned around, his eyes cold, raised his finger and pointed at one of the six people, saying lightly: "It's your turn."
The monk who was being pointed at turned pale in an instant.
He shook his head like a rattle, his mouth trembling: "No, I can't..."
Xue Kong ignored him and just turned to look at the judge in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The judge looked at the monk being pointed at and asked indifferently, "Do you have the Guanglan token?"
The monk trembled and remained silent.
"Then come on stage." The judge's tone was emotionless. In his opinion, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator himself, this group of Qi Condensation cultivators were in charge, so how could they not follow the rules?
Normally, he wouldn't even look at these people.
"No, no, no!" The monk turned around suddenly and tried to escape.
The judge raised his hand and pointed at the man. A huge amount of cultivation power fell from the sky and landed on the man. Instead of throwing him onto the stone platform, he killed him on the spot.
The monk's head tilted and he fell to the ground, dead.
This is the foundation-building cultivator.
Killing a person at the tenth level of Qi Condensation is as easy as killing a chicken or a dog, or as easy as crushing an ant.
When the injured Hao Miaojun chased Xue Kong, even though they were separated by the earth, with Xue Kong's endless and powerful means, and the feather clothes and dragon eggs to help him block the attacks, he still ended up covered in blood and almost died.
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