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Ugly expressions could be seen, along with the sound of panting. As for Lu Tianlei and another elector, their hearts were trembling.
In stark contrast, the North Shore disciples cheered loudly.
Yan Xiaobao was shocked by how terrifying the North Shore people were. Their control over beasts was an amazing advancent.
Soon, the third battle began. The competitor from the North Shore was one of their top five choices, Gongsun Wan’er. She looked a bit disappointed when she saw her South Shore opponent was not Zhou Xinqi, but another random disciple. Waving her hand, her Seven-colored Phoenix spewed seven-colored mist.
When the seven-colored mist enveloped the South Shore disciple, he suddenly seed to go mad. Roaring angrily, he began to flail around as if fighting an invisible opponent. Monts later, he simply passed out.
From start to finish, all Gongsun Wan’er did was wave her delicate hand. Afterward, she floated out of the arena. The crowd from the South Shore looked extrely afraid of the North Shore disciples, clearly shaken.
"The only ones who can fight back are the other true electors." The South Shore disciples looked at Shangguan Tianyou, hope gleaming in their eyes. Many also looked at Yan Xiaobao in the sa way.
Yan Xiaobao imdiately lifted his head high, puffed out his chest. However, deep inside, he was afraid of what Gongsun Wan’er had just done.
"That idiot is even more incredible than Zhou Xinqi," he thought, his mouth dry.
Next, the fourth battle began. Lu Tianlei flew into the arena, surrounded by flashes of lightning. His opponent from the North Shore was a young man in a black robe, who had not opened his eyes until then. Finally, his eyes opened, and he calmly walked into the arena.
Strangely, no one from the North Shore cheered for him. You could see strange expressions on the disciples’ faces, and as for another election choice, they just took deep breaths.
People from the South Shore were sowhat shocked by this. As for Lu Tianlei, he kept staring at the young man.
The young man stood there silently, expressionless. When he spoke, his voice seed devoid of even a trace of emotion. "Ghost Fang of the North Shore."
"Lu Tianlei of the South Shore!" Lu Tianlei took a deep breath. I know he is facing the top contender from the North Shore, his eyes beginning to shine with a desire to fight. "I won’t hold back. Even if it exhausts , if I can’t continue fighting, it is worth it!"
His eyes burned with fighting spirit, and he let out a fierce shout, making the sparks around him explode into a lightning lake, extending thirty ters in all directions.
At the sa ti, Ghost Fang calmly pointed to the sky. Instantly, dark clouds began to suddenly appear overhead. When the North Shore disciples saw this, their expressions flickered, so with fear.
Howling, Lu Tianlei rushed toward Ghost Fang, surrounded by lightning.
However, Ghost Fang didn’t even respond. He just stood there, even closing his eyes.
"Do you want to die?!" Lu Tianlei roared, feeling a bit humiliated. After all, self-respect was crucial for the chosen. With another roar, he doubled the size of the lightning lake, and burst forth with even more power than before.
However, before he could even get close to Ghost Fang, the dark clouds above seed to tear apart, and a claw-like ghost hand extended. It was enormous, like a giant pillar extending down from the clouds, moving toward Lu Tianlei with unbelievable speed and shocking pressure.
Even before it reached him, Lu Tianlei began to tremble, then coughed up a mouthful of blood. The lightning around him shattered, his feet sank into the ground, cracks spreading in all directions.
As wounds opened on his body, blood sprayed, and blood also oozed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He tried to struggle, but it seed useless. Soon, his vision began to fade.
"No!!"
The terrifying ghost claw filled disciples from both the North and South Shores with horror. Their inner spiritual energy seed to have slipped from their control, their souls feeling like they would be ripped from their bodies.
On the balcony, the sect leader and others watched with flickering expressions.
"For thousands of years, no one has successfully cultivated the Ghost Night. I simply can’t believe this child’s cultivation has reached this level!"
Xu ixiang’s face suddenly fell. "Not good!"
Without a word, she flew toward the arena floor at the fastest speed. In the blink of an eye, she arrived, and then she waved her hand at the ghostly claw. A massive rumbling sound erupted as the hand was pushed back. However, it did not collapse.
Blood sprayed from Lu Tianlei’s mouth as he lost consciousness. If Xu ixiang had been a little slower, he would have been crushed into a bloody pulp, body and soul killed.
Face darkened, Xu ixiang looked at Ghost Fang.
"You’re a bit lacking in restraint. You may have outstanding talent, but you’re too ruthless. Trying to kill a fellow sect mber in front of us? Do you want to die?!"
Ghost Fang stood silently for a mont, a strange expression on his face, almost as if unsure of how to respond.
"I just didn’t realize he would be so weak," he said, sounding very sincere. Then, he turned and left the arena floor.
Xu ixiang frowned, looking back at the balcony above, appearing a little worried. Finally, she snorted coldly, picked up Lu Tianlei, and then left. Lu Tianlei was unable to continue fighting; in fact, his injuries would take quite so ti to heal.
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