Chapter 65: The Ninth Battle

"Fellow Daoist Wang, is this what you meant by 'not losing a single time'?"

"There was an unexpected turn of events. Mi Shuhua was actually willing to lend out that top-grade defensive magic robe."

Both sides placed great importance on this battle.

Mi Shuhua had paid a heavy price, not only offering a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward but also bestowing two of his own top-grade magic tools.

Wang Haichao had prepared a top-grade exotic magic tool, a Crescent Moon Scimitar, and a top-grade water-attribute flying sword for his subordinate.

It could be said they had exhausted all their efforts.

As for the Lianyun Merchant Alliance, they were wealthy and imposing. Among the people they dispatched, aside from the strange formation flags in the first round, the sword pellet in Bai Qi's hand this time was even more precious.

It was just a pity that, strictly speaking, a sword pellet that had undergone blood refining could no longer be considered a magic treasure embryo.

At most, it could only be counted as a top-grade offensive magic tool, and with the effects of turning sword light into threads and condensing it into one, it could be classified as an exotic weapon.

But in the end, it still fell within the category of magic tools.

As long as it remained within this category, a top-grade defensive magic robe could withstand it for a while, thereby buying enough time and space for the battle.

This was why defensive magic tools were always priced high and were far more popular than offensive ones.

After a long while, the voice transmission came again.

"There have been too many accidents."

"The final battle will definitely be won!" Wang Haichao said decisively.

"Are you sure there won't be any accidents?"

"Isn't Xiao Wuyan one of your people? Do you not have confidence?"

"Heh, it's not that I lack confidence in him, but that I lack confidence in your intelligence-gathering capabilities!"

Wang Haichao was speechless for a moment.

In this battle, their chances of winning were undoubtedly extremely high.

Whether it was Min Longyu, who appeared first, or Yang Rusheng and Bai Qi, they all possessed top-tier combat power at the ninth level of Qi Refining. If one added Gao Tingyuan, the Rakshasa Girl, and the member to whom he had bestowed the top-grade magic tool, there were a full six matchups that were guaranteed wins.

However, due to intelligence errors, the Rakshasa Girl was defeated by the Sick Tiger Zeng Wen, and Bai Qi died at the hands of the Broken Jade Tiger Qin Liangchen.

They had thrown away two winning rounds for nothing.

It was no wonder that Elder Zhou of the Lianyun Merchant Alliance had begun to distrust him.

"Rest assured, there will absolutely be no accidents in the final battle. That Wang Yuan has been cultivating for too short a time. Although his combat power is strong, his realm is truly too low—only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Otherwise, Mi Shuhua wouldn't have placed him last."

"But he is a protector of the Poshan Gang alongside Xu Renke, who possesses a magic treasure fragment, which shows his strength is not weak."

"His combat power may be strong, but it is merely explosive. Whether in terms of instantaneous burst or sustained combat, Xiao Wuyan is an outstanding choice among Qi Refining cultivators."

"Fine! It's just a pity; if Xiao Wuyan could have won without appearing, that would have been best. However, since he is ranked last, he still has to take the stage."

Wang Haichao felt helpless; things had already reached this point.

What was the use of saying more?

He could only bolster his ally's confidence.

"There won't be any accidents, believe me!"

Foundation Establishment cultivators could project their spiritual sense, allowing for long-distance voice transmission, and communication between them was as simple as a thought.

By the time they finished communicating, Wang Yuan and Xiao Wuyan had already appeared on the Dao Discussion Platform.

However, when Wang Yuan used his magic tool, Elder Zhou's shocked and angry voice came again.

"Didn't you say there wouldn't be any accidents? How is that guy at the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

Wang Haichao was dumbfounded.

His face twitched as if he had been slapped.

He forced himself to say, "Why be so shocked and angry? What difference is there between the eighth and seventh levels of Qi Refining? Their internal spiritual power is still worlds apart from a ninth-level cultivator."

"Hmph!"

This time, Elder Zhou couldn't be bothered to speak with him further.

In a private room, Elder Zhou said to his companion with a gloomy face, "I'm afraid Xiao Wuyan won't be able to hide it anymore. When the time comes, be sure to go to the Yuding Sword Sect to protect him."

"Brother Qin, are you alright?"

Seeing Qin Liangchen being helped over, Luo Chen asked with concern.

Qin Liangchen swallowed a healing elixir, and his spirit felt temporarily better.

Hearing this, he looked at Luo Chen as if looking at a foolish child.

"My arm has been broken; do you think I'm alright?"

Luo Chen chuckled and said a couple of times that as long as he was alive, it was good.

Qin Liangchen didn't mind, nodded at Mi Shuhua, and then cast his gaze onto the arena.

"I won the ninth round for you, so don't let me down!"

There were countless people like him who were closely following the situation in the arena.

Luo Chen was one of them.

He had always heard that Wang Yuan was very, very strong, and the speed of his rise and the depth of his strength made him a legendary figure among the loose cultivators in Dahefang today.

But in reality, he had never seen Wang Yuan take action himself.

That initial fleeting glance was nothing more than a scene under the moonlight where he carried a blade and a severed head.

So, by what means had he built such a great reputation?

Under his gaze, the battle on the Dao Discussion Platform erupted without any wasted words.

The snow-white long blade and the crystal-white long sword were both top-grade magic tools.

When unleashed, their power was peerless for a time.

Luo Chen couldn't help but sigh; in the small Dahefang, one usually saw a group of low-level loose cultivators.

But those who could become the top handful of figures were all so extraordinary.

Top-grade magic tools that were hard to see on ordinary days were appearing one after another today, repeatedly refreshing his understanding of the current environment.

Perhaps it was related to the abundance of resources in this world!

Of course, what he didn't know was that the top-grade magic tools appearing in the arena basically all came from the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, plus the efforts of the Lianyun Merchant Alliance.

Compared to the power of the magic tools, he was more concerned with Wang Yuan's fighting style.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help but cheer repeatedly.

As expected of my big brother, his fighting style was truly grand and imposing; no matter what magic tools or talismans the opponent used, he would break them with a single blade.

In his open and closing movements, his ferocity was even greater than Qin Liangchen's earlier intensity.

Ahead, Mi Shuhua let out a clearly audible sigh of relief. [70] "It was worth it for me to find this Dragon-Slaying Blade for Wang Yuan. Combining the power of the magic tool with his past insights into the Dao of the blade, he has blazed a new trail, creating a fighting style that can strike from afar and slash up close."

"It was not in vain that I sought out this Dragon-Slaying Blade for Wang Yuan; with the power of a magic treasure, combined with his past insights into the Dao of the blade, he has blazed a new trail with a fighting style that can both strike and defend from afar."

"If he can reach the Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan realms, his power will surely be no less than that of a sword cultivator."

"As for now, within half an incense stick of time, that Xiao Wuyan will surely be defeated!"

Qin Liangchen also praised, "With this offensive power, he is already no less than me. Being ranked last, he truly has the qualifications."

It seemed he had also been dissatisfied with being ranked second to last to fight.

Hearing the two's evaluation, Luo Chen felt relieved.

It seemed the situation wasn't bad, and he wouldn't have to collect Wang Yuan's corpse.

But some things were just that strange.

When one feels that an accident won't happen, an accident is bound to occur.

The next moment, the entire arena was in an uproar!

Boom!

A dense, blood-colored light erupted suddenly with Xiao Wuyan's body as the core.

The Dao Discussion Platform had already been shattered and broken after the previous battle with the demonic beast, the battle between the Foundation Establishment cultivator and the second-tier demonic beast, and the eight battles between the two gangs.

Even though it had been hastily cleaned up, there were still many bloodstains, bits of flesh, and bone fragments left behind.

At this moment, under that dense blood light, streaks of blood light lit up from all directions.

These blood lights flew toward Xiao Wuyan like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.

His complexion turned strange, as if blood dragons were scurrying all over his body.

"Die!"

Wang Yuan shouted, and the snow-white long blade suddenly unleashed a blade glow over ten meters long.

Its power was so great that it even exceeded the limit of a top-grade magic tool.

At this moment, he seemed no longer to be the cultivator Wang Yuan, but had returned to the undefeated blade grandmaster he once was in the secular world.

However, facing this terrifying blade strike.

Xiao Wuyan merely raised his head and pointed his right hand from afar.

A blood-colored flood dragon detached from his body and flew out, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

The ten-meter-long blade glow shattered instantly.

"Demonic cultivator!"

"Blood Dao cultivator!"

Two terms were shouted out one after another from several places in the arena.

Luo Chen was puzzled.

Mi Shuhua was both shocked and angry, "Good thief, he is actually a Blood Dao cultivator, the most cruel among the demonic paths. This person is not a cultivator from our Yuding Domain!"

At the same time.

In the stands where the Yuding Sword Sect was located, Pang Renxiong opened his eyes again.

He stared at Xiao Wuyan on the stage, and then his cold, sharp gaze fell upon the Dajiang Gang and another stand.

"Luo Tianhong, Zhang Ran, after the ceremony ends, capture this person. Then, hold the Dajiang Gang and the Lianyun Merchant Alliance accountable for daring to harbor a Western Domain demonic cultivator!"

"Obey the Elder's order!"

"Obey the Elder's order!"

The two responded resolutely, their faces filled with anger.

As for whether Wang Yuan would win, that was no longer in their consideration.

The combat power of demonic cultivators had always been higher than those of the same rank, comparable only to sword cultivators.

Moreover, the thirty-six domains of the Eastern Wasteland had long had a restriction prohibiting any sect from having contact with the Western Domain demonic path.

Wang Yuan was bound to lose!

At this moment, everyone seemed certain of Wang Yuan's defeat.

Only one person still held a glimmer of hope.

Mi Shuhua's shock and anger vanished, and his expression became calm once again.

On the Dao Discussion Platform, blood light permeated, like a sea of blood, with the blood-colored flood dragon roaring incessantly.

However, Wang Yuan's expression remained calm; holding his long blade, he stepped with strange footwork, continuously hacking at the blood-colored flood dragon.

Boom!

Another collision.

But this time, the scene of his previous failure did not occur.

He pressed one hand onto the head of the blood-colored flood dragon and smiled coldly.

"Break!"

Rumble!

Powerful and strange energy continuously struck out, and the blood-colored flood dragon roared as it retreated, until it disintegrated.

Xiao Wuyan's expression changed drastically, "Why is this? You are actually unaffected by the boiling blood energy."

While speaking, huge blood hands reached out, pressing down from all over the sky.

Wang Yuan ignored them, either using his blade or his fist to continuously shatter the blood hands.

This exchange of attacks lasted for a full half-incense stick of time.

Until the blood light on Xiao Wuyan's body dimmed to the point of being invisible.

Wang Yuan walked in front of him, his bare physique radiating a diamond-like color.

He looked down at Xiao Wuyan, who was half-squatting on the ground, panting heavily.

"Boiling blood energy?"

"My blood energy is above yours!"

As the words fell, the blade fell, and the head also fell to the ground.

At this scene, the entire arena was silent, followed by thunderous cheers.

Yuding Sword Sect stands.

Luo Tianhong and Zhang Ran froze in place, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Above, Pang Renxiong frowned, "This little guy is actually following the path of an ancient body refiner. No wonder the Blood Dao cultivator couldn't do anything to him."

"Forget it, such an ending just happens to manifest the principle that when the demonic path rises one foot, the righteous path rises ten."

"The Dao Discussion Platform opening ceremony ends here!"

After speaking, he flew out of the stands. ===== CHAPTER 66 =====