"I know you’re dissatisfied, so co on, let’s have a duel on stage. We’ll determine who’s superior, and decide life and death."
"Decide your damn self."
In Wancang Mountain’s heart, he was already cursing. When I had nine incense sticks and you were at eight looking to nine, you didn’t dare to act wild.
Now that the arena has suppressed our realm, you’ve taken advantage and act all high and mighty?
"I don’t give a damn about you."
Wancang Mountain didn’t respond, treating the shouts below as if they were not challenges, but the cries of a shrew in the marketplace.
Seeing Wancang Mountain remaining silent, Yun Ziliang set his sights on Zhao Jinjia and Jumu Daoist.
"Tun Jia Sect, Heavenly Eye Temple, you’ve always dismissed my Dragon Seeking Sect. Just fine, let’s see the truth with our fists, co down for so practice."
Zhao Jinjia and Jumu Daoist dared not step down from the stage, instead mimicking Wancang Mountain by either not responding or dodging with laughter.
Zhao Jinjia said, "Mr. Yun, us three temples have been at it for two thousand years. Whatever thods we have, we’re all familiar with them, back and forth, it’s just those moves, it’s really no fun, I won’t fight you, I won’t fight you."
A group of typically high and mighty people, now all learned politeness, offering the chance to duel to each other, not wanting to face Yun Ziliang.
As they pushed it off, Yun Ziliang spread his hands and said, "Since none of you will co down, then according to the rules set by the Taoist God—the Green and Red Fish, they belong to ."
To say the least, these people don’t have the courage for the duel, but still want the Green and Red Fish,
after a round of discussions, they managed to co up with a "solution" for Yun Ziliang,
Zhao Jinjia said to the incense fire Taoist, "Taoist God, although we’re not confident enough to defeat Mr. Yun, the Twin Fish shouldn’t belong to him."
"Oh?"
The incense fire Taoist raised his eyebrows, waiting for more.
Zhao Jinjia continued, "You did say earlier—hope belongs to hope, Yun Ziliang has lived for over three hundred years, he’s a flickering candle in the wind, even with earth-shattering divine skills, he’s got one foot in the grave,
what use does he have for the Green and Red Fish? To grow old with them and be reborn together?"
ntioning age made Yun Ziliang displeased, and he scolded, "Zhao Jinjia, you’re the one who said your disciple sitting at eight looking to nine didn’t co, the Taoist God showed rcy, allowing you to suppress your realm to fight,
so why can you leave the ring, but I can’t?"
"I’m still young, I have hope."
"You old bastard, you’re over a hundred and fifty, where’s your youth?" Yun Ziliang laughed angrily.
"Compared to you, I’m much younger, what’s wrong with being a hundred and fifty? It’s a great age to serve the Jing Country and grow skills."
Aside from Zhao Jinjia using age as the reasoning, the others echoed, claiming Yun Ziliang was too old, not in line with "the original intention of the arena matches", and so on.
The incense fire Taoist’s ears were calloused from the noise, he was slightly annoyed—the painstakingly built arena, only to have a group of cowards who couldn’t muster up the courage and wanted to use "the rules" to take down Yun Ziliang,
"Coward, truly cowardly, how has the Divine Dao of Jing Country fallen to such a state."
As the incense fire Taoist lanted non-stop, a youthful, resonant voice rang out from within the arena.
"Since you despise Old Yun’s age, let battle instead."
"I’m young, certainly full of hope, right?"
"If even my age doesn’t fit your standards, you’ll have to find so street corner kid to fight in their place."
Upon hearing Zhou Xuan’s words, everyone turned their heads to look,
only to see Zhou Xuan standing by a tombstone in the Sword Tomb Arena, eyes closed in ditation, waiting for challengers to take the stage.
"Zhou Xuan, do you really dare to step up?"
"This Zhou Xuan only has five or six incense sticks, right?"
"He can summon heavenly gods for divination, adding two incense sticks worth of combat power, nothing to scoff at."
"Altogether, it’s just a bit over eight incense sticks worth of combat power."
Everyone sprang into thought.
Among those in the heavens, there are many formidable figures with nine incense sticks; even if their combat power is suppressed, they’re still at eight looking to nine,
though similarly at eight incense sticks, the difference in rank is still significant.
"Suddenly, I feel like I can fight."
"Don’t get too cocky, the Nuodai temple uses a variety of thods, excelling in surpassing their realm to kill enemies, even if he only has a bit over eight incense sticks worth of power..."
"It’s not scary!"
The first to be moved by these thoughts was the "Gu God" Second Master—Ma Tianying.
He pointed toward Zhou Xuan, saying, "The Great Teacher of Mingjiang Prefecture, your fa has been growing lately, I’ll trade a few blows with you to test your ttle."
Zhou Xuan, without saying much, made a gesture of "please", waiting for Ma Tianying.
"Ma Tianying, don’t steal my spotlight, I and Zhou Xuan are rivals, I should be the one to fight."
At this mont, even Wancang Mountain dared to take the stage, swiftly riding a purple cloud, already entering the arena.
Of course, for speed, there’s soone faster, Zhao Jinjia, who already stepped onto the red soil of the arena before Wancang Mountain.
"When it cos to enmity with the Great Teacher, my Tunnel Armor Sect has a fair share."
Zhao Jinjia swung a turtle shell towards Zhou Xuan, saying, "Great Teacher, when fists and feet fly, if you’re accidentally injured or killed..."
"That’s because my skills were lacking, it’s nothing to do with Master Zhao."
Zhou Xuan said with a smile.
"Good, you have spirit, I like it."
"The spirit of your mother, Zhao Jinjia, you only dare bully the young, if you truly have courage, fight ."
Yun Ziliang said, bursting with anger.
Zhao Jinjia acted as if he hadn’t heard, saying to the young Butcher, "I want to challenge Zhou Xuan."
The Butcher nodded chanically, saying, "Arena open, unrelated people should step down."
Yun Ziliang didn’t want to leave, but Zhou Xuan gave him a look, and with a sigh, he descended the arena.
On the stage, Wancang Mountain too didn’t want to leave, saying to the Butcher, "I and Zhao Jinjia were on stage simultaneously, who fights Zhou Xuan first?"
"You were half a step too slow, if Zhou Xuan wins this match, you’ll face him in the next."
The young Butcher’s words were like orders, Wancang Mountain shook his head with regret for not moving faster, reluctantly stepping down.
"Arena battle, comnce."
The young Butcher said coldly.
"Hold on."
Zhao Jinjia stopped the Butcher, saying, "I have a question."
"Ask."
"If I ’accidentally’ kill Zhou Xuan, does the corpse belong to ?"
The drive behind Zhao Jinjia’s urgency to step onto the arena before Wancang Mountain was not only to seize the Twin Fish but to "seize Zhou Xuan’s corpse".
Zhou Xuan’s body is a valuable treasure,
that perception could manifest the Dharma Image of the "Day and Night Wandering God", if you seized his corpse as Blood Food, a sacrifice...
The very thought caused Wancang Mountain to curse aloud.
As for him, as a leader of Bashu, he sincerely just wanted to step into the arena for revenge, while Zhao Jinjia was already greedy for the "corpse".
"When comparing treachery, these so-called upright sects are indeed worse." Wancang Mountain lanted on the spot.
anwhile, Li Changxun, Lu Xingzhou, Yun Ziliang, and others were berating Zhao Jinjia’s "insidious intentions",
yet Zhou Xuan remained calm, waving off the voices of Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and others, asking Zhao Jinjia, "Master Zhao, you ntioned fists and feet don’t recognize people, so if I accidentally killed you, your corpse?"
"Of course it would be yours."
Zhao Jinjia agreed without hesitation, considering his own realm, the advantage was so large that even if Zhou Xuan miraculously defeated him, he’d have no issue regarding survival.
"Zhou Xuan, that perceptual power of yours is about to change hands."
Zhao Jinjia now viewed Zhou Xuan as an alluring, steaming hot dish.
The young Butcher asked Zhou Xuan, "Do you accept Zhao Jinjia’s conditions?"
"If I die, my corpse goes to him, if he dies, his corpse goes to , it’s fair, of course I accept."
"The duel to the death, effective imdiately."
The young Butcher solemnly declared.
The curtain of the arena opened, Zhou Xuan remained with eyes closed in deep ditation,
Zhao Jinjia boastfully declared, "Zhao rudely requests the Great Teacher’s life, open your eyes, take a good last look at this world."
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, smiling as he said, "Old Master Zhao, do you guess what I was thinking about with my eyes closed just now?"
"I don’t need to guess the thoughts of a dead man."
Golden patterns surfaced on Zhao Jinjia’s body—a protective Golden Armor from the Tunnel Armor Sect.
With this armor, he believed he was invincible; with no defeat, the remainder involved exerting all efforts to claim victory, to slay Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan remained graceful, softly saying, "I deliberated long and hard just now about which thod... to kill you..."
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