572: Chapter 193_3 572: Chapter 193_3 This ti, during the Immortal Martial Gathering, the disciples from the top ten Immortal Sects, regardless of strength, have all shown the deanour expected of disciples from these prestigious sects.
Almost every disciple from the top ten Immortal Sects was polite and courteous, clearly the mark of soone from a reputable and orthodox lineage.
However, Tan Wei did not look like a disciple from the top ten Immortal Sects at all.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that the Grand Preceptor had expelled the Demonic Path’s devotees, making them ineligible to participate in the Immortal Martial Gathering, people who didn’t know Tan Wei might even suspect him to be a disciple of the Demon Sect.
Ling Xi already gave off a cold feeling, but her coldness was more of a pure chill, not the sinister kind of coldness.
Tan Wei’s face, on the other hand, appeared incredibly gloomy, his gaze was sharp and forbidding, and his whole being emitted an unwelcoming and chilly aura.
His Golden Elixir of Phenona was pitch-black, as if it was forged by the Demonic Path’s cultivation techniques and divine powers.
Neither of them were fond of speaking much; each ascended the arena and imdiately locked their steely gazes onto each other.
In the next mont, a pitch-black spear appeared in Tan Wei’s hand, and near the spearhead, there was even a black skull.
Wave after wave of ghastly, terrifying, and shadowy auras surged outwards.
At this mont, everyone truly began to doubt Tan Wei’s identity.
“This…
this must be Demonic Qi, right…”
“Such an aura, this Divine Weapon, can not be from the Bright Heart Sect.”
“This can hardly be called a Divine Weapon anymore; it should be said to be a Demon Weapon, the Demonic Qi is too dense!”
“Wan Ghost Devouring Soul Spear!” An elder from the Sun and Moon Sect suddenly exclaid, “This is a Divine Weapon of the Sun Moon Demon Sect, but it has been missing for a long ti.
It disappeared when the Sun and Moon Sect had not yet completely withdrawn from our Guardian Immortal Dynasty.
How could it end up in Tan Wei’s hands?”
In the direction of the Ming Xin Sect, the elder who had just brought Zhao Fuzong back, after administering a pill to him, feeling gazes of suspicion, spoke out, “Indeed, this spear is a Divine Weapon of the Sun Moon Demon Sect.
Back then, its master challenged one of our Ming Xin Sect’s predecessors and was slain on the spot, and naturally, the Divine Weapon fell into our hands.
At first, this predecessor intended to lt down the Divine Weapon, but in the end, he could not bear to destroy such a weapon and decided to keep it.
Later, our Ming Xin Sect handed this Divine Weapon to Tan Wei.”
“So it really is a Demon Sect’s Divine Weapon.”
“That Tan Wei, he never used this Divine Weapon before, probably because he didn’t want to provoke criticism.
Now, faced with a disciple from Four Treasures Peak, he has no choice but to use it.”
Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Yan Yourong also took out her Divine Weapon.
Suddenly, an intense burst of sorrowful and angry energy erupted, and in an instant, the aura spread throughout the space of this world.
“The Grieving Anger Dragon Blade of the third generation Sect Leader of the Hundred Peaks Sect!”
“A Divine Weapon ranked in the top ten of the Hundred Peaks Sect’s Divine Weapon list!”
“Although Yan Yourong is not using the Grieving Anger Dragon Blade for the first ti, every ti she takes out this Divine Weapon, I feel overwheld by that sorrowful and angry energy.”
“Speaking of which, have you noticed sothing?
The disciples from Four Treasures Peak, except for Yi Sheng who has yet to reach the Ten Different Phenona of the Golden Elixir of Great Perfection, each have a Divine Weapon from one of the Hundred Peaks Sect’s Sect Leaders.
“It seems that Xiang Ziyu doesn’t have a Divine Weapon from a True Person who is the Sect Leader, does he?”
“Xiang Ziyu just hasn’t used one; it doesn’t an he doesn’t have it!”
“I think so, too.
If other disciples who have reached the Ten Different Phenona of the Golden Elixir of Great Perfection from Four Treasures Peak have a Sect Leader’s Divine Weapon, it makes no sense that Xiang Ziyu wouldn’t.”
Yan Yourong didn’t pay any attention to the discussions around her.
The mont the Grieving Anger Dragon Blade was grasped in her hand, her world contained only one thing—her opponent.
Everyone else and everything else vanished into nothingness!
Within the crowd, Wu Jianzi, who had also advanced into the top thirty-two, focused his attention on Yan Yourong.
In his gaze, aside from Yan Yourong and the blade in her hand, nothing else existed.
During the battles, he had already noticed that Yan Yourong’s Way of the Sword was remarkably similar to his Sword Dao.
He used to think that Yan Yourong’s path was the sa as his, which was to unsheathe!
The only difference was that he unsheathed swords, while Yan Yourong unsheathed knives.
But as the Immortal Martial Gathering progressed, he realized that sotis Yan Yourong would not unsheathe her knife before a fight, and sotis she would have it unsheathed already.
However, even when the knife was drawn, the essence of Yan Yourong’s path remained extrely similar to his own.
They both pursued a single strike.
His victory or defeat, life or death, was decided in the mont he drew his sword.
As for Yan Yourong, her knife decided the victory or defeat, life or death.
As the Immortal Martial Gathering went on, everyone had gone through no fewer than ten battles.
Every fight of Yan Yourong’s was with one knife strike.
A single strike to determine the victor.
And it was precisely because of the domineering performance of that one strike that at one point Yan Yourong, was regarded by everyone as the strongest disciple along with Xiang Ziyu from Four Treasures Peak.
“Begin!”
On the platform, as Yan Yourong and Tan Wei were locked in an intense stare, the referee’s voice rang out.
Behind Tan Wei, within his black Golden Core, waves of dense energy, filled with evil, strangeness, and ghastliness, suddenly burst forth.
In just an instant, his aura surged to its peak, and in the next mont, he thrust with his spear.
In the blink of an eye, the entire platform seed to turn into a graveyard, turning into Endless Hell!
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