When they arrived at the sect exchange meeting, Su Jinyue and his group first went to the organizer to get a new order of performance card.
Su Jinyue looked at the number she had received, which was 109. There were a total of 123 finalists, and number 109 meant that her turn would be the last.
"Yihan, what's your number?" Su Jinyue asked when she saw Yihan got the sequence card.
"Number seventy-eight." Zhan Yihan looked at the card in Su Jinyue's hand. If he met Jinyue in the finals, he hoped she would be the one to compete. Jinyue had participated in this competition to gain experience, and her goal had been achieved. He was her man, and it was only right for him to fight for his woman.
"Big brother, second brother, where are you?" Su Jinyue turned to look at Su Yanyue and Su Yanxi who were approaching. She didn't know if she would run into them.
Su Yanyue turned his gaze to the number plate in Su Jinyue's hand, "I'm number 101, there's a high chance I'll meet you." If he meets his younger sister, he will have to give up.
"I'm eighty-six, and I guess I'll meet Zhan Yihan." Su Yanxi looked at Zhan Yihan's order card and smiled.
Su Jinyue smiled and nodded, "Let's go, let's go watch the game." Then let's talk about it when they meet. Anyway, she will not fight against her brothers and Yi Han.
The group arrived at the competition venue and the competition had already begun.
"Is the man in black fighting on the stage Feng Hao?" Su Jinyue looked at one of the men in black fighting on the stage. There was an aura about him that made her very uncomfortable. She guessed that he should be the Feng Hao from the Silver Moon Sect that her brothers mentioned.
"It's him." Su Yanqi nodded. He had fought Feng Hao before, so he knew Feng Hao's methods best. He thought Feng Hao might be practicing some kind of evil technique.
"The aura on him is a bit like death." Zhan Yihan looked at Feng Hao on the stage. He had felt this aura before. When he went to Country T to perform a mission, he met a wizard who had this aura on her body.
"Death energy?" Su Jinyue and the others looked at Zhan Yihan in confusion.
"Every midnight is when the yin energy is the most dense, especially in places like cemeteries, where there will be deathly aura. Feng Hao must have absorbed too much of that aura. Another possibility is that he uses ghosts to practice." Zhan Yihan said.
"So Feng Hao is an evil cultivator," Su Yanyue frowned. He had also heard of evil cultivators and ghost cultivators in this world, who relied on ghosts to cultivate. But this was his first time seeing one.
"It's possible." Zhan Yihan nodded.
As they were talking, a cloud of blood mist gushed out from the stage, and the middle-aged man who was fighting with Feng Hao slowly fell to the ground.
"This Feng Hao is so cruel. He kills almost all of his opponents except those who surrender early."
"When did such a big devil appear in the Hidden Sect? This kind of devil is not qualified to participate in the competition."
"I've held so many Hidden Sect Exchange Meetings, but this is the first time I've seen such a cruel person."
"Isn't the Silver Moon Sect a reputable and upright sect? When did such a demon emerge?"
"Get him down! Get him down!" Seeing Feng Hao once again kill his opponent, the crowd watching was somewhat indignant. It was just a win, why was there such a need to kill him so completely?
Feng Hao glanced at the people in the audience with disdain, "Anyone who disagrees can come up." He came to participate in the competition to kill people. The souls of these ancient martial arts practitioners are stronger than ordinary people, and are most suitable for him to practice.
Su Jinyue had been paying attention to Feng Hao. When he killed his opponent, a trace of black air seeped into the ring on his hand. She knew that the problem must have come from the ring.
"There's something wrong with the ring on his hand." She couldn't see through the ring, and her eyes felt a stinging sensation whenever her eyes met the ring.
"I saw it too." Su Yanyue nodded. After practicing with the Cassia Stone last night, his eyesight had also improved to a higher level, and now he could see through objects like bricks and tiles.
"It would be great if I could get that ring." Su Yanqi said.
"That ring must have been contracted by him. I feel a stinging sensation when my eyes touch it," Su Jinyue said. If Feng Hao hadn't died, even if he had obtained the ring, he wouldn't have been able to remove the mark on it.
The voices around condemning Feng Hao were getting louder and louder. Feng Hao killed so many opponents yesterday, and everyone was already very dissatisfied. They didn't expect that he would still be like this today.
An old man walked up to the stage and made a gesture to everyone, "Everyone be quiet! The competition is going on now. If you have any personal grudges, please wait until the end of the competition to resolve them." The organizers were also very dissatisfied with Feng Hao's behavior, but since the competition did not have a clear rule that killing was not allowed, they could not say anything.
"But he didn't let anyone like this go. Isn't that too cruel?"
"That's right, this kind of person should be disqualified from the competition." Feng Hao's actions have aroused public outrage, and no one wants to see anyone else being killed by Feng Hao.
The old man looked at Feng Hao with some embarrassment, "You've heard what everyone said. I hope you can give your opponent some leeway, otherwise we, the organizers, will disqualify you."
Feng Hao smiled indifferently and said, "I'll try my best." He has collected more than a dozen ghosts in the past two days, but this is far from enough for him. If he wants to improve his strength, he must collect more powerful ghosts, and the people in the finals are the most suitable.
The old man frowned and said, "If you insist on doing things your way, then we will have no choice but to disqualify you."
Looking at the people in the audience, "Okay, everyone continue watching the game." The old man said and walked towards the audience.
As a young man in blue came on stage, the game on the stage began again.
Perhaps because of the old man's words, Feng Hao did not kill his opponents in the next few games, but those he defeated were all seriously injured.
Although everyone was still somewhat dissatisfied with this, they did not say anything more. After all, Feng Hao had already made a concession.
Feng Hao defeated his last opponent, sneered at the crowd, and walked off the stage. Although he didn't kill those people just now, their lives were already in his hands. It was just a little more troublesome to collect them.
Glancing at Su Jinyue and her group as they spoke, Feng Hao's lips curled up into a sinister smile. These individuals were all quite powerful. After the competition, he would slowly collect their souls. He believed that their souls would definitely be helpful to his cultivation.
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