When Jin Lan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, it also announced that he had lost the battle on the arena. Both spiritual inscriptions were defeated in his disbelief. How could he, who was suffering from the backlash, fight with all his strength?
However, this result was too shocking. Who would have thought that Jin Lan, who was almost certain to win in the eyes of most people, would be turned around?
The disciples of the North Region, who were arrogant before Yan Chutian and Jin Lan's battle, now had ugly expressions on their faces and were speechless. And the same as them were those disciples of the Southern Region who were clamoring that Yan Chutian was the disgrace of the Southern Region. Right now, their thoughts were the most complicated. Who would have thought that this cowardly tortoise whom they didn't dare to accept the challenge would actually defeat Jin Lan in the Tianji Gathering fair and square?
He defeated Jin Lan and finally won a ray of light for the South Region after continuous failures!
Among the spectating disciples of the South Region, Zhou Qing was excited. She cheered Yan Chutian's name with all her might. Following her, the surrounding disciples of the South Region were also motivated. This time, it was really all the disciples of the South Region, because Yan Chutian had won the glory for them from the North Region. He was worthy of such cheers.
Luo Xue, who was also a top Saint, looked over with her beautiful eyes. Because Yan Chutian had defeated Jin Lan, it seemed that she had finally started to take him seriously.
Even Xu Jian had a dignified look in his eyes at this time. There was a complicated look in his eyes. Originally, he thought that Yan Chutian would be defeated miserably and bring great shame to the South Region. Who would have thought that the final result would be like this?
However, no matter how complicated it was, there was still a trace of hostility in his eyes. He did not know when it started, but he had already stood in the position of hostility. No matter how amazing Yan Chutian's performance was, it would not change this.
Moreover, even without Yan Chutian, he, Xu Jian, was confident that he would win the glory for the South Region!
"Yan Chu, the Saint of the South Region, wins!"
Finally, a dignified voice rang out amidst the cheers and announced the result. Because of this announcement, the cheers of the Southern Region's disciples became even louder. In contrast, the Northern Region's disciples were gloomy. Even the top Holy Princes were humiliated. They were humiliated because their Holy Prince had lost to the Southern Region's Holy Prince.
"Hahaha … Northern Region Elder, are you satisfied with the result of this battle?"
When the result was announced, Han Chen laughed heartily. His eyes were filled with pride as he looked at the Elder of the Northern Region who had just mocked him. The elder from the Northern Region could only remain silent because they had lost the battle. However, they had spoken so confidently during the battle, so they naturally couldn't refute him.
However, the Northern Region camp did not remain silent. Eventually, an elder spoke up and said in a low voice, "Elder Han, the Tian Ji Association can't rely on one person to turn the world upside down. A single disciple won't be able to decide the outcome of the battle!"
"Heh … my Southern Region naturally won't only have one disciple. This time, your Northern Region better not think of taking away Tian Ji's victory so easily!"
"Very well, let's wait and see!"
The elders from the Northern and Southern Region were at loggerheads with each other. Vice Sect Leader Zhu Yun completely ignored them because there was no lack of competition in any sect. The fittest would survive, and the unfit would naturally be eliminated.
If they didn't do so, their entire Tian Ji Sect might be eliminated from the Central Plains and decline.
Since the upper echelons had such an attitude, the lower Holy Princes and disciples were naturally the same. After a moment of silence, the Holy Princes of the Northern Region glared at them coldly. How could they, who had always been arrogant, allow themselves to be defeated by the trash of the Southern Region!
In the next instant, a tall figure flew out from the Northern Region Holy Princes' camp and landed on the platform. He glanced at the top Holy Princes of the Southern Region and shouted coldly, "Wang Kun, the top Holy Prince of the Northern Region, who will compete with me in the fourth battle?!"
As soon as Wang Kun appeared, he received cheers from the disciples of the Northern Region. Wang Kun was extremely famous in the Northern Region, and he was even more famous than the previous three Holy Princes. The disciples of the Northern Region believed that with him, this battle was in the bag.
When Wang Kun appeared, Xu Jian from the Southern Region glanced at Yan Chutian who had returned with a slightly pale complexion. Immediately, he leaped into the air as a black longsword whizzed through the air. He was the first to land on the stage before Xu Jian followed closely behind.
Xu Jian's reaction was also arrogant and domineering. He glanced coldly at Wang Kun and said mockingly, "How can you casually shout out the order of the battle when the numbers are drawn?"
Wang Kun was speechless and could only glare at Xu Jian with an even colder gaze. However, although Wang Kun was arrogant, he did not lose his sense of propriety. After all, he had heard of Xu Jian's name. He was one of the best in the Southern Region.
Perhaps he would have looked down on the Southern Region before, but after Yan Chutian astonishingly defeated Jin Lan, he understood that if he continued to look down on the Southern Region, the Zombie Worm might really revive again.
"Xu Jian, the top Holy Prince of the Northern Region? I'd like to see how powerful your so-called Yin Yang Sword Technique is! "
"Haha … I'll naturally satisfy you."
As soon as his voice fell, an incomparably grand and huge battle began. From the sweep of Hao Han's spiritual energy to the collision of their spiritual inscriptions, the two of them fought back and forth. In this battle, Xu Jian displayed a shocking strength. He actually didn't fall into a disadvantageous position from the beginning to the end, and even suppressed Wang Kun.
This situation made Wang Kun feel extremely humiliated. He was the top Holy Prince of the Northern Region. How could he lose to the Holy Prince of the Southern Region? Jin Lan was his example. If he failed as well, he would no longer have a foothold in the Northern Region.
Therefore, his subsequent attacks became more and more violent. Powerful aura circulated around every move. Perhaps even a cultivator at the third level of Elixir would not be able to withstand the suppression of such a powerful aura and would be suppressed by it.
However, even if Wang Kun used his full strength, Xu Jian did not panic. His left palm suddenly brushed past the black sword in his hand, and in an instant, a bright and colorful white soft sword appeared in his left palm. One black and one white, two swords appeared at the same time!
The appearance of the black and white swords in Xu Jian's hands was not a secret, because this was the time when the full power of his Yin Yang Sword Technique was displayed.
Ever since the black and white swords appeared at the same time, the aura that Xu Jian exuded was also different from before. It became cold, emotionless, and silent. After this result, the sword technique that he displayed became extremely fierce. With each slash, he actually suppressed Wang Kun continuously, causing him to continuously take a few steps back.
In the end, Wang Kun was cut down by Xu Jian's sword. A glaring blood flowed along the white sword and splattered into the sky. Accompanied by Wang Kun's painful groan, he smashed into the arena.
Wang Kun covered his chest. There was a glaring and hideous wound there. Not only did it tear open his clothes, but it also tore open his chest, causing blood to flow non-stop.
"Damn it!"
Wang Kun gritted his teeth and shouted. How could he have thought that he would end up like this in the battle with Xu Jian? He was even more miserable than Jin Lan. He had been defeated miserably from the beginning to the end.
However, regardless of whether Wang Kun was convinced or not, the black sword in Xu Jian's hand was still raised. It carried rolling spiritual power and hung above Wang Kun's head. As long as Xu Jian wanted to, he could cut off Wang Kun's head at any time.
In the face of the threat of life and death, Wang Kun could only lower his arrogant head in the end. He said dejectedly, "I … I admit defeat …"
When the word "admit defeat" escaped his mouth, the Southern Region's disciples suddenly erupted into earth-shattering cheers. Who would have thought that the Southern Region's Holy Son would defeat the Northern Region's Holy Son right after Yan Chutian? This was really a pleasant surprise!
Along with the cheers, the Northern Region's disciples were still lifeless, just like the Southern Region's. How could they have thought that after successive victories, they would be welcomed with successive defeats? Could it be that this heavenly opportunity was really an opportunity for the Southern Region to turn things around?!
The Northern Region's elder, who had been talking coldly to Han Chen just now, had a gloomy expression. Even he had not thought that the Northern Region would lose to the Southern Region once again. Why were the Northern Region's disciples so strange this time?!
However, he was still very confident in his Northern Region's Holy Son. The true powerhouses had not appeared yet. When they stepped onto the arena one by one, they would definitely make the Southern Region's disciples feel despair.
"Did he win as well?"
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