Chapter 850: Chapter 848: Masters Gather
At this mont, the area around the Life and Death Platform was crowded with people, all of whom were academy students from the Immortal Martial Academy. There were even a few elder deacons present to watch the fight.
Of course, they weren’t just there to watch; there was another purpose. The Life and Death Platform needed them to initiate it for activation.
Not long after, a group of people approached from afar, precisely the Dao Ling Association mbers.
Leading them was a handso young man in a white robe, with a robust physique, exuding the aura of a young War God.
Yan Qingfeng.
Upon seeing the white-robed figure, the crowd imdiately gasped in surprise.
The newcor was indeed Yan Qingfeng, followed by Yan Qingyang and other Dao Ling mbers.
Yan Qingfeng led the group nearby the Life and Death Platform, slightly bowing to several elders.
Then, he stepped forward, like a bolt of lightning, and landed directly on the arena.
Standing with hands behind his back like a spear, he closed his eyes and waited silently.
Besides the elders of the academy, Yan Qingfeng ignored everyone else.
His target today was singular, to kill Lin Xuan.
The crowd was astonished, whispering among themselves. Yan Qingfeng was overly confident, completely dismissing the importance of this duel.
This was quite normal, as Yan Qingfeng’s cultivation was at the Third Level Venerate, and he was ranked thirtieth on the Xuan Venerate List. Aside from those ranked higher than him, he didn’t take anyone else seriously.
Even those ranked higher than him would avoid fighting him unless necessary.
After all, at their level of cultivation, everyone had so deadly absolute skill as their trump card.
Shortly after Yan Qingfeng’s arrival, more martial artists approached the vicinity.
Among them were several particularly notable individuals.
One of the standout figures was a young man in a purple robe, with a pale complexion as though he seldom saw the sun. What was even more peculiar were his purple eyes.
His gaze carried a strange, demon-like aura.
Behind him followed a group of powerful academy martial artists.
“Ye Yan!”
Seeing the purple figure, the crowd shuddered, their expressions revealing shock.
Not for any other reason, but the aura emanating from this young man in purple was no weaker than Yan Qingfeng’s, perhaps even stronger.
Ye Yan, also a genius at the Third Level Venerate, ranked twenty-fifth on the Xuan Venerate List.
Moreover, he was the leader of the Purple Clothes Pavilion, ranking above Yan Qingfeng in both cultivation and influence.
“Unexpectedly, Yan Qingfeng’s life-and-death battle even drew him here,” the crowd exclaid.
As Ye Yan arrived, from another direction ca another group.
These people were dressed in blue clothes, adorned with a unified emblem, an ice flower.
The ice flower was entirely azure and vividly lifelike, exuding an icy aura.
Leading this group was a girl in a blue dress.
The girl had a beautiful appearance and clear eyes, yet she emitted a bone-chilling coldness.
With their arrival, the temperature in the space continued to drop as if plunging into a winter cold.
“The Snow Woman!”
Once again, the crowd gasped, circulating their spiritual power to resist the cold.
The Snow Woman, an Ice Attribute Martial Artist, was imnsely powerful, ranked seventeenth on the Xuan Venerate List.
With icy eyes, she scanned the surroundings and then found a place to quietly await the battle’s comncent.
Besides this, another group arrived.
This group was small, consisting of about seven or eight people.
Yet, no one dared underestimate them because they were incredibly powerful, each radiating a formidable aura, creating an imposing montum.
The Heroic Gathering, a very special organization with few mbers, but each one was a force to be reckoned with.
Their arrival plunged the entire space into a suffocating atmosphere.
There was no choice; their aura was too overwhelming. Even though not deliberately released, it wasn’t sothing ordinary martial artists could withstand.
Among them was a man with ordinary looks but an exceptionally sharp gaze, like a demon beast, making one tremble.
Wolf, ranked thirty-third on the Xuan Venerate List, had highly brutal fighting thods, with few daring to provoke him.
Wolf and his group’s arrival caused Yan Qingfeng on the Life and Death Platform to open his eyes. He nodded slightly toward Wolf and his group, as a greeting.
Wolf gave a grin, then scanned the surroundings.
In the next mont, his expression turned grim.
“Humph! Lin Xuan really has so nerve, making so many of us wait for him.” Wolf’s voice was icy, filled with dissatisfaction.
The crowd remained silent, not daring to speak, clearly aware that Wolf and Yan Qingfeng were on the sa side, and were evidently targeting Lin Xuan.
“I’m late to give so people more ti to live. Since you don’t appreciate it, let’s forget it.”
A faint voice echoed around, clearly heard.
“Humph! What arrogance!” Wolf frowned and snorted coldly.
On the Life and Death Platform, Yan Qingfeng abruptly opened his eyes, staring ahead, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing the void.
The surrounding martial artists were also moved, knowing that Lin Xuan had arrived.
Looking back, indeed, a group of martial artists ca from behind.
Leading them was Lin Xuan.
Today, Lin Xuan wore a black robe that fit perfectly. Behind him, he carried the Lonely Star Sword.
Calm and composed, his step technique was steady, making him appear like a Sword Immortal, with great ease and elegance.
His aura was peculiar, leaving people feeling very mysterious.
Beside him was Murong Qingcheng in a white dress, with unparalleled beauty and extraordinary bearing, like a Fairy.
Behind Lin Xuan were densely packed martial artists, numbering in the hundreds.
These were naturally mbers of the Dragon Sword Pavilion. Today was the day of their leader’s life-and-death battle, and not a single one was absent—everyone was present.
Over five hundred people gathered together, forming a frightening montum.
Their uniforms were consistent, steps in harmony, generating an inexplicable rhythm as they walked, causing the entire ground to tremble incessantly.
“How strong!” Is this Lin Xuan’s strength? The crowd was shocked, unable to believe it.
They knew Lin Xuan had established the Dragon Sword Pavilion, but never expected its growth to be so rapid, now attaining such a scale, truly astonishing!
Seeing the five hundred plus mbers of the Dragon Sword Pavilion, even Wolf’s expression changed slightly, and he snorted, “Today is a life-and-death duel; bringing more people is useless!”
“I brought these people not to help fight, but to clear the trash,” Lin Xuan said lightly. “This fly is too annoying. Will one of you drive him out for ?”
Upon hearing this, the crowd was shocked, their hearts trembling fiercely.
A fly, Lin Xuan actually called Wolf a fly. Was he courting death?
Knowing Wolf was a ranking thirty-third genius powerhouse, coupled with his ferocious fighting style, his combat prowess was not weaker than Yan Qingfeng.
Such a person, and Lin Xuan actually called him a fly.
The crowd couldn’t imagine how furious Wolf would beco.
Indeed, upon hearing Lin Xuan’s words, Wolf’s expression turned grim, and a terrifying killing aura erupted from him.
“Boy, you’d better kneel and apologize, or I guarantee you’ll die here without even stepping onto the Life and Death Platform.”
Wolf’s voice was as cold as sharp sword light, swiftly slicing through the void.
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