Almost at the instant the Music Dao cultivator's piercing voice rang out, the black python that tore through the air came to a stop, and it stopped less than ten feet away from the cultivator.
To a Cultivator, such a distance was no different from being pressed up against his face.
Therefore, the Cultivator from the Dao of Music felt as if he had narrowly escaped death. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his back was soaked with sweat. His face was pale, and his body began to grow blurry. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the arena.
One of the rules of the trial by fire was to admit defeat and leave the arena.
Actually, even if the Cultivator hadn't admitted defeat, Wang Baole wouldn't have killed him. After all, he was a man of principles. If the Cultivator hadn't attacked him with a killing blow, then naturally, Wang Baole wouldn't have done the same.
He just felt that it was a pity that his enlightenment had been interrupted.
"What a coward," thought Wang Baole, shaking his head. "I was just going to talk to him and see if he could cooperate with my cultivation. Worst case scenario, I'll just give him some benefits …." Suddenly, the mountains around him began to grow blurry. Shockingly, the land around him transformed into a sea.
The mountains vanished, and in their place were numerous isolated islands, as well as seabirds flying through the air.
The battlefield had changed.
Without waiting for Wang Baole to check his surroundings, the moment he appeared, all the seabirds in the sky lowered their heads and let out shrill cries as they charged towards Wang Baole.
Not only that, but the sea was also churning violently. A gigantic fish broke out from the sea beneath Wang Baole and lunged towards him with its mouth wide open.
From a distance, the fish's head was thousands of times larger than Wang Baole's. Therefore, the sight of it swallowing Wang Baole was completely shocking. There were hundreds of seabirds up in the sky, and they were like sharp blades that sealed off all possible avenues of escape for Wang Baole.
The second battle of the trial by fire began.
At the same time, at the craters of the volcanoes of the three Sects, the Cultivators who hadn't participated in the trial by fire, as well as those who had failed in the first round, were all looking toward the craters of the volcanoes. That was because there was an enormous beehive-like screen of light, within which were various grids of different battlefields.
About half of the boxes were gone, and the rest were enlarged so that the disciples of the three sects could see everything clearly.
However, even though the number was reduced by half, it was still a shocking number. Therefore, Wang Baole, who was in one of the grids, did not attract much attention. After all, with so many grids for people to choose from, his fame was naturally the basis for attracting people.
Therefore, the squares where the Daoists and some of the older disciples were located were the focus of everyone's attention. The sounds of discussion also rose and fell in each of the three sects.
"I'm certain that the final result of this trial will be a battle between Yue Lingzi and Zong Hengzi!"
"That's right. Look at Yue Lingzi. Her Law of Auditory Desires has reached the point where it can shake space and distort the image!"
"I'm afraid you've all forgotten about the mysterious Dao Disciple of the Dao of Music, Yin Xi. That Yin Xi is the most terrifying person. Look at his battlefield. Every time he takes a step forward, he immediately wins."
"And Shi Lingzi is also extraordinary!"
As the people of the three sects discussed, the person who had fought with Wang Baole stood next to the crater of the Dao of Music's volcano with an ugly expression on his face. When he had been teleported out, many people had looked at him, which made him feel a bit embarrassed. However, when he thought about the monster he had encountered, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
That was especially so when … he realized that besides himself, no one else was paying attention to the monster he had encountered. The Dao of Music cultivator suddenly took a deep breath, and his expression turned somewhat ferocious.
"This is a super dark horse. Everyone who encounters him … must die!!"
With the idea that if he couldn't do it, then others couldn't either, the Dao of Music cultivator looked at the grid differently from the others. He ignored the other grids and stared unblinkingly at Wang Baole's.
When he saw Wang Baole being swallowed up by the fish and surrounded by the shrieks of the seabirds, he gave a cold, disdainful laugh.
"It doesn't matter who did it. Soon, that person will know the meaning of despair!"
Perhaps it was because the Dao of Music cultivator's words resonated with him, because in the instant that the Dao of Music cultivator spoke, the fish that had swallowed Wang Baole up in the grid suddenly trembled and exploded before it could even reach the surface of the sea. Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the sky and the sea red. The seabirds were also destroyed.
It was as if a shocking power had suddenly erupted. Even the image on the grid flickered. However, it happened so quickly that if one didn't stare at it with rapt attention, it would be difficult to notice.
After the flickering, Wang Baole's eyes shone with a cold light. He lifted his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the sea. Instantly, music began to spread out. It was his self-created Song of Freedom, and it spread out in all directions.
Wherever it passed, the water rippled and parted to reveal a panic-stricken figure. It was a male cultivator. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with shock and terror. He couldn't stop himself from coughing up blood.
He had suffered an unprecedented backlash. Because the first battle had ended early, he had waited for a long time in the second battle. He had enough time to use his music to summon the fish and seabirds. He had thought that by ambushing and preparing, his chances of victory would increase greatly. But he had never imagined that ….
Everything had seemed to be over, but in the next moment, the fish and seabirds collapsed. The backlash was so shocking that more than half of his Life Note had been destroyed.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the cultivator was about to speak.
However, before he could finish speaking, the expressionless Wang Baole suddenly waved his hand. A moment later, the parted sea suddenly began to swirl inward, carrying with it the power of ten thousand catties as it smashed down toward the cultivator.
A boom rang out, and the cultivator's unspoken words were forever drowned out by the sea.
That was because … the swirling sea contained Wang Baole's music, and its power was so great that it could shatter anything.
"I hate sneak attacks the most." Wang Baole gave a cold snort. Everything around him began to grow blurry. The cultivator at the top of the mountain of the Dao of Music Rhythm gasped. His body trembled, and the feeling of having survived a calamity grew even stronger.
"It's a good thing I didn't sneak attack him just now …." he thought, rejoicing. At the same time, he was excited, and was increasingly convinced of his own judgment.
"He's definitely a dark horse!!"
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