"Delirium Shattering Sound?" Within the Dao of Rhythm volcano, the figure with a weak aura, who seemed like he would disappear at any moment, stared at the shattered grid. After a long time, he muttered to himself.
At that moment, a strange light shone in his eyes.
"There's actually someone who can comprehend this kind of musical note?" After a long while, the figure suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the many small grids in front of him. Instantly, the other grids dimmed, and only one of them was enlarged several times and appeared before him.
Inside the grid was a desert.
At that moment, a storm suddenly appeared in the desert, as if it was connected to the heavens and the earth. Amidst the violent storm, a figure flashed out of the storm.
It was … Wang Baole!
His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his robe did not change at all. Not even a single wrinkle could be seen on his robe. However, there was a hint of surprise on his face, as if the battle just now had been a bit of a surprise to him.
In reality, that was indeed the case. Wang Baole had only displayed half of the power of the musical note. According to his understanding, he had to gradually test it out to see just how strong his Mortal Musical Note was.
However, he did not expect that half of it … would make the arena unable to withstand it.
"Is it because I'm too strong, or is that sissy too weak?" Wang Baole blinked and felt that he could not be too arrogant. There was a high chance that it was because his opponent was not strong enough.
When he thought of this, he raised his head and looked around.
Almost at the same time that Wang Baole appeared, the cultivators from the three sects who had been paying attention to the small grids immediately saw this scene and cried out in surprise.
"The person who fought with Dao Child Hong Mo has appeared!"
As similar voices rang out, the cultivators from the three sects quickly looked toward the world of the grids that Wang Baole was in. The battle between him and Dao Child Hong Mo had caused the arena to collapse in the end, causing the battle to end. It was difficult for outsiders to determine who had won and who had lost.
Therefore, Wang Baole's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the crowd. That was especially so when they did not see Dao Child Hong Mo after searching all the other grids and arenas. The significance of that caused an uproar to gradually erupt.
"Hengqin Sect's Red Devil … did not appear!"
"Could it be … could it be that the Daoist lost the previous battle?"
"If the Daoist really loses, then that person will have completely defied the heavens!!"
As the discussions grew louder and louder, Red Devil still didn't appear, and the speculations became more and more real. This was especially so when … some of the cultivators in the Hengqin Sect were on good terms with Red Devil and asked him about it via voice transmission jade slips. After a brief silence, Red Devil gave his answer.
"I lost."
These three words quickly spread throughout the Hengqin Sect. The other two sects also heard about it one after another. This raised the discussion and uproar to another level.
Those who were the most agitated were those who had been defeated by Wang Baole. They were all in disbelief, especially the cultivator who had been the first to be defeated by Wang Baole. His eyes were red with excitement, and his breathing quickened. His eyes shone brightly.
"This is definitely a dark horse. He defeated a Dao Child. Although the chances of him taking first place aren't very high, it shows that he already has … the chance to fight for the top three!"
In contrast to the uproar, Dao Child Hong Mo appeared in his own Immortal's cave in the Hengqin Sect. He stood there in a daze for a long time. His pale face and weak aura seemed to constantly remind him of his defeat.
After a long time, he bitterly muttered, "The final note …." He had to admit that the arena had saved him. If it weren't for the fact that the arena couldn't withstand the final note and collapsed before it could land on him, and he would have been forcibly teleported away from his opponent, then … he would have been destroyed in body and soul.
The terrifying nature of that note caused Dao Child Hong Mo to feel lingering fear when he recalled it. However, he was even more confused. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what kind of note could have reached such an indescribably terrifying level.
In fact, as far as he was concerned, it couldn't even be considered a note. That was because … his bone flute couldn't withstand its power and shattered into pieces.
As his heart palpitated with fear and confusion, in the desert where Wang Baole was, as he moved forward, a figure appeared in the distant sky and earth. It stared in shock at Wang Baole and behind him … the windstorm that connected the heavens and earth.
The person who had appeared was Wang Baole's opponent. He had been in the trial by fire the entire time, so he didn't know about Wang Baole's battle record. However, he was deeply shaken by the change in the world caused by Wang Baole's appearance.
Even though Wang Baole was a complete stranger to him, the Cultivator didn't believe that someone who could cause such a windstorm to affect the entire world of the arena was someone he could shake ….
Therefore, as soon as his body appeared, the Cultivator's scalp went numb as he looked at the windstorm behind Wang Baole. Without hesitation, he chose to concede.
A moment later, the Cultivator vanished. Wang Baole's eyebrows shot up, and he stood there in place, allowing the environment to change. Eventually, he appeared in the next arena.
It was in this way that time passed. Wang Baole's following battles were very monotonous, and didn't seem very different from the previous ones. The only difference was … that his opponents seemed to be a bit stronger.
However, it didn't matter what kind of opponent he faced. All Wang Baole had to do was wave his hand, and the sound of the note would spread out in a way that wouldn't cause the arena to collapse. The sound waves would instantly engulf his opponent and end the battle.
The arena match, which he thought was monotonous, didn't seem to be the case to the cultivators from the three sects. Almost all the cultivators from the three sects were paying attention to Wang Baole. Even Yin Xi and Yue Lingzi weren't receiving as much attention as Wang Baole.
After all, Moon Spirit was already famous, and it wouldn't be surprising if she won. However, Moon Spirit … was a dark horse.
That was especially true when Wang Baole waved his hand. The musical notes weren't as mysterious as they seemed.
Because of the restrictions placed on the arena, music couldn't be transmitted out. Therefore, the Cultivators of the three Sects had no way of knowing exactly what Wang Baole's musical notes were.
They could only see strange expressions on the faces of all of Wang Baole's opponents. Then, anger, astonishment, and finally, they disappeared.
Even stranger was that, after being teleported back to the arena, none of the defeated Cultivators mentioned Wang Baole's musical notes, their faces unsightly. It was as if it were a taboo.
However, the sullenness and helplessness on their faces became the motivation for everyone to speculate ….
"Just what kind of music was that? It was so powerful! "
"It must be the sound of nature. There's no need to think about it. It must be. Otherwise, there's no way it could be so shockingly powerful."
"I also think it was the sound of nature. But a loss is a loss. Why do those people look like they just ate shit?"
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