The discussions around the arena of life and death had long since changed their meaning.
"It's over, it's over, Xiao Chen is really finished now!"
"Who doesn't know that Qin Yue is the personal disciple of 'Old Monster Purple Wind,' the law enforcement elder of the Purple Extreme Pavilion? That old monster is extremely protective of his own and vengeful!"
"I've heard that Old Monster Zifeng is a top-tier expert in the Central Region. No matter how talented Xiao Chen is, he'll only face certain death in front of a Mahayana cultivator!"
"What a pity, such a promising talent, just showing promise in the Central Region and already being nipped in the bud..."
The crowd looked at the figure in blue robes on the stage with pity in their eyes. Some even began to quietly retreat, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire if the Purple Wind Elder arrived. So what if he came from the Southern Region? So what if he had high talent? In the face of absolute strength and the power of a powerful sect, everything was just empty talk.
Xiao Chen stood below the stage, hearing all the discussions clearly, but he simply gripped the rusty iron spear in his hand (the ordinary spear he had used on the life-and-death stage was broken), his eyes calm and unwavering.
He is not afraid.
From the day he embarked on the path of cultivation, he knew that if he wanted to protect the people he cared about and walk his own path, he would inevitably encounter countless powerful enemies.
So what if it's the Purple Extreme Pavilion? So what if it's the Mahayana Elder? If you don't even have the courage to face them, what's the point of talking about revenge or becoming stronger?
"Buzz—!"
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, and an extremely terrifying pressure, like dark clouds covering the sky, instantly enveloped the entire Zangdao Mountain!
Those with lower cultivation levels immediately knelt down with a "thud," their faces pale and even breathing difficult; cultivators at the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages also circulated their spiritual power to resist, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat; even those at the Body Integration stage felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, their bodies stiff.
"They're here! The Purple Wind Monster has really arrived!"
The crowd stirred, looking up at the sky in terror.
A figure descended through the air, his black robes fluttering, his face gaunt, his eyes sharp as a hawk's—it was none other than the Purple Wind Old Monster, the Enforcement Elder of the Purple Extreme Pavilion. His gaze swept across the area below, and no one dared to meet his eyes.
When the old monster Zifeng saw Qin Yue's corpse on the life-and-death arena, his eyes instantly erupted with boundless rage, his spiritual energy surged violently, and even the clouds in the sky were shaken apart!
"Who is it?!"
His voice boomed like thunder, filled with boundless killing intent, causing the entire Hidden Dao Mountain to tremble: "Who killed my disciple?!"
No one dared to answer, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Purple Wind Old Monster's gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on that slender yet upright figure in a blue robe.
"It's you?" The old monster Zifeng's voice was icy cold, filled with undisguised killing intent. "A mere child in the late stage of the Void Refinement realm?"
Xiao Chen met his gaze without flinching and said loudly, "It's me."
"Good! Good! Good!" Old Monster Zifeng said three times, his killing intent almost tangible. "You dare to kill my disciple, Zifeng? You have guts! Unfortunately, guts won't let you live!"
"Go down and keep my disciple company!"
Before he finished speaking, the Purple Wind Old Monster pointed his fingers, and a gigantic hand, blotting out the sky, materialized, carrying an overwhelming force that slammed down towards Xiao Chen!
"Not good!" Ling Chen's expression changed drastically. He tried to step forward to stop it, but the oppressive aura pinned him to the spot, rendering him unable to move.
The audience closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Xiao Chen being smashed into a pulp.
At this critical moment, a resolute glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue and spat his blood essence onto the rusty iron spear!
"untie!"
He let out a low shout, and the dark red patterns on the rusty iron spear instantly lit up—he had unlocked the first seal on the spear! A ferocious aura several times stronger than before erupted from the spear, and the spear's intent soared into the sky, perfectly merging with his own spiritual power and artistic conception!
"Wildfire Spear Manual - Breaking Boundaries!"
Xiao Chen exerted all his strength, thrusting the rusty iron spear towards the giant hand! A point of dazzling light condensed at the spear tip, as if it wanted to pierce through the shackles of heaven and earth!
"Bang—!"
The gun collided with the giant hand, creating a deafening roar!
Xiao Chen felt an irresistible force surge through him, his tiger's mouth instantly split open, and the rusty iron spear nearly flew out of his hand! He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the ground in front of him red.
But he managed to block the fatal blow! The giant hand paused slightly under the impact of the spear tip. Although it did not disintegrate, it deviated from its original trajectory, grazing Xiao Chen's body and slamming into a distant mountain peak, blasting a huge hole in the mountain!
"Oh? You actually managed to withstand one of my palm strikes?" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Purple Wind Old Monster, followed by an even stronger killing intent. "It seems that keeping you alive has indeed been a scourge!"
He raised his hand, about to unleash a second palm strike. This strike was several times more powerful than the first, clearly intended to completely annihilate Xiao Chen!
"Zifeng, stop!"
An old but steady voice suddenly rang out.
A gray-robed figure appeared in front of Xiao Chen like a ghost, and with a light wave of his hand, easily blocked the second palm strike of the Purple Wind Old Monster.
The newcomer was none other than the notary elder who had just presided over the life-and-death platform!
"It's Elder Chen!"
"That's great! With Elder Chen here, Xiao Chen is saved!"
The crowd below was both surprised and delighted, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at the gray-robed old man.
The Purple Wind Old Monster looked at the gray-robed elder who had suddenly appeared, his face grim: "Chen Mo, do you want to interfere in the affairs of my Purple Extreme Pavilion?"
Chen Mo said calmly, "I'm not interfering; I'm just upholding the rules of Cangdao Mountain."
"Rules?" Old Monster Zifeng laughed angrily. "My disciple died on this life-and-death arena. What's wrong with me avenging him?"
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