"That's right …" Mo Wu took out two letters, "These are letters from your Senior Zhao Guang in the past two months."
Zhao Guang?
Su Yu flipped through the letters, a smile on his face.
Everything was normal, and his cultivation level had even broken through to Second Level Holy King.
But what Su Yu did not understand was that the two letters mentioned that every night, someone would secretly pay respects to Li Guang and leave precious elixirs for him to cultivate.
"Second Elder, may I ask if Li Guang still had a good friend in the faction a hundred years ago?" Su Yu asked the Second Elder.
A hundred years ago, the Second Elder had secretly helped Li Guang, so she might know about Li Guang's situation.
Su Yu was deeply grateful to the good friend who paid respects to him.
Unexpectedly, the Second Elder was stunned and asked, "Who is Li Guang?"
Mo Wu looked at Su Yu with a strange expression, "How does Master know Li Guang? Master is only thirty years old, how would he know what happened a hundred years ago? "
Rumble —
It was as if a bolt from the blue had struck Su Yu's mind.
Master Li had said it clearly. A hundred years ago, it was with the help of the Second Elder that Li Guang's fate was changed from execution to exile on Shenyue Island.
According to the timeline, the Second Elder was at least a hundred years old!
But now …
Su Yu froze, instinctively asking, "Isn't the Second Elder an old woman over a hundred years old?"
"Who are you calling an old woman?" The Second Elder clenched her teeth, pausing between every word!
Even if her face was ruined, she could not accept being treated as an old woman by a young lad!
Mo Wu creased her brows, thinking, "Are you talking about the previous Second Elder?"
Previous … previous elder?
"You should have heard of the death of an elder ten years ago, right? That person was the Second Elder. "Mo Wu secretly glanced in the direction of the Great Elder.
Su Yu was shocked, he had indeed heard of the rumors.
The Great Elder and the Tenth Elder were powerful. There was once an elder who went against the Great Elder and disappeared mysteriously, judged to be dead.
Could it be that he was the previous Second Elder?
"Master took over the position of the Second Elder ten years ago and did not know about the Li Guang you mentioned. You asked the wrong person."
Understanding the cause and effect, Su Yu gasped. "So, the Second Elder is the faction's Second Elder at the age of twenty?"
The corners of Mo Wu's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of arrogance in her expression. "That goes without saying. Who do you think the legendary elder of the Liuxian faction is? If it wasn't for the fact that Master was injured ten years ago and his cultivation stagnated, what would the Great Elder and Sect Master be now? Master can destroy them with a flick of his finger! "
The number one prodigy throughout the ages? Su Yu stared at the Second Elder in disbelief, his heart filled with disbelief.
His cultivation had not improved in the past ten years!
If he had not been injured back then, then now …
"Humph! What are you looking at? "asked the Second Elder with a cold snort. However, if one looked closely, they would see that her delicate body was somewhat stiff.
It was obvious that he was enjoying Su Yu's shocked expression.
The Second Elder didn't care much about other people's reactions. She had long passed the age of vanity.
She only cared about Su Yu's opinion.
Mo Wu did not feel good about her master's reaction. She snorted softly, "In any case, the Second Elder you are looking for is already dead. It is impossible for master to know about Li Guang's matter."
Hearing this, Su Yu retracted his thoughts and sighed in his heart.
As such, it would be difficult for the elder who paid his respects to Li Guang to know.
However, once he took Xi Ruolan and Han Zhi's heads, he could wait in front of the grave to thank the elder.
"The second round of assessment is ready!" Xi Ruolan's calm voice could be heard.
Su Yu looked back and fixed his gaze on Xi Ruolan, a cold glint in his eyes.
He would never forget that Li Guang had died at the hands of the lover he had missed for a hundred years!
Compared to Han Zhi, a slut like Xi Ruolan deserved to be killed even more!
As if sensing Su Yu's gaze, Xi Ruolan shot him a glance before looking away, ignoring Su Yu's killing intent.
Mo Wu creased her brows, "The second round of assessment is similar to the first round. It is to select the strongest fighters to enter the finals. Only five people will be able to enter this round."
Su Yu looked around. Other than Su Yu, who stood out from the Sixth Level Holy Kings, the rest of the candidates were all Seventh Level Holy Kings!
"Among them, there are three that you need to pay attention to! They are known as the Three Unmatched Holy Kings! Other than the three of them, there is no other Holy King in the faction who can defeat them. "
"Among them, the third is Rong Hanming, the second is Yao Hong, and the first is Long Fan!"
"The three of them are Seventh Level Peak Holy Kings, standing above all the other Holy Kings. Within the faction, no one can defeat them!"
"As for Long Fan, he is above the other two. He is known as Half Dragon Realm and has the experience of challenging Dragon Realm fighters!"
Su Yu's gaze flickered as he looked at the three of them.
Rong Hanming wore a straw rain cape and a bamboo hat, looking mysterious.
Yao Hong was tall and slender, looking valiant and formidable. She was playing with a jade flute in her jade-like hands.
Long Fan wore a luxurious scholar's attire. He had fair skin and a feminine aura. He also had a Mountain and River Fan on his waist.
The aura and attire of the three of them were completely different.
Many Seventh Level Holy Kings looked at the three of them from afar, their gazes filled with respect and fighting spirit.
Among the Seventh Level Holy Kings, they were at the peak, the unrivaled legends of the Holy Kings.
For a whole five years, no one could break the shackles.
As long as they did not achieve Dragon Realm, the rest of the Seventh Level Holy Kings would be suppressed under their feet, unable to make a comeback!
The three of them were also Jiang Baiyu's strongest opponents in the process of challenging Dragon Realm!
Especially Long Fan, who was known as Half Dragon Realm. In the Holy King Realm, he was unrivaled!
"The selection rules are: group battles. The fifty of them will be split into ten groups. The strongest group champion will advance to the top ten. Thereafter, the top ten will compete with each other. The top five will successfully advance to the third round of the Grand Final!"
In reality, if one were to advance to the third round, he would obtain the right to enter the Ancient Xianyun Temple.
That was because there were only twenty people participating in the third round of the Grand Final.
Among them, fifteen were strong martial artists of the Dragon Realm. The remaining five were the top five that had been selected.
The significance of the third round of the Grand Final was the ranking of the geniuses!
"I will draw names. Five people will be split into a group. In the same group, everyone will have the chance to challenge the other four people. The person who wins the most times will be considered the winner of the group."
After her speech, Xi Ruolan drew number plates randomly and arranged the fifty strong martial artists of Dragon Realm Level Seven into groups.
Su Yu was split into the tenth group, the last group.
Looking at the group members, there was one Seventh Level Peak, two Seventh Level Upper Tier, one Seventh Level Lower Tier, and the last group was Su Yu.
Mo Wu nodded slightly, then shook her head. "My luck is not bad, but it is not considered bad either."
"You are lucky to not be allocated to the group with the Three Unmatched Holy Kings. However, in your group, there are more than three people of Seventh Level Upper Tier. I have to say that your luck is very bad."
Among the fifty people, there were only fifteen people of Seventh Level Upper Tier and above. However, one-fifth of them were gathered in Su Yu's group. One could imagine the intensity of the competition.
"The Seventh Level Peak Holy King in your group is called Cheng Hao. He once challenged Rong Hanming of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings and was defeated after exchanging ten moves with him. His abilities are not to be underestimated and he will be a strong opponent for you this time around."
Cheng Hao? Su Yu nodded his head.
"However, before that, the other nine groups will have to compete one by one before it is your group's turn. Take this opportunity to see the abilities of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings."
In the first group, there was Rong Hanming of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings!
"The first group, please come to the stage. The specific rules are that everyone has four chances to challenge each other … However, there is an exception! That is, a strong martial artist with four consecutive victories! "
Once there were four consecutive victories, it meant that the person was invincible against the other four people. The sparring between the rest of the group would not affect the outcome. Hence, the group sparring would end early.
"Group one, first match, Zhen Shicheng versus Meng Ting!"
Zhen Shicheng was a Seventh Level Peak Holy King. Meng Ting was also a Seventh Level Peak Holy King!
The two of them walked to the center of the arena, their faces bitter.
As strong as they were, they had to be in the same group as Rong Hanming, one of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings. They were really unlucky!
"Now that things have come to this, they can only spar first. If they can meet Rong Hanming, they will try their luck!"
Zhen Shicheng's spirit energy was vigorous, his attacks ferocious. Meng Ting's movement technique was light and agile, her gentleness mixed with toughness.
"Rippling Palm!"
"Jade Aqua Soft Finger!"
Crackle —
The two of them exchanged blows, each having their own strengths and restraining each other.
Hence, it was difficult to determine who was stronger in one move.
But immediately after, the two of them exchanged ten consecutive blows.
Even though Meng Ting was at a disadvantage, Zhen Shicheng was unable to completely suppress her!
The two of them exchanged blows, their figures intertwined, and it was hard to tell who would gain the upper hand.
After seventy-eight blows, Meng Ting's body was drenched in sweat. She was panting and her chest was heaving up and down. She had used up a lot of energy.
Zhen Shicheng's spirit energy was vigorous, slightly better than Meng Ting's!
Under such circumstances, Meng Ting could no longer use her gentleness to neutralize her opponent's toughness. She snorted and floated down from the arena.
This battle lasted for a whole hour.
Xi Ruolan said expressionlessly, "Zhen Shicheng wins! Rest for ten minutes. The next opponent is … Rong Hanming. "
Zhen Shicheng's expression changed slightly. He clenched his teeth and seized the time to recover his spirit energy.
Whoosh —
A figure in a straw cape and bamboo hat silently flew across the space and landed on the arena.
Under the bamboo hat, a face with slight impatience appeared. "Even if you recover your spirit energy, you will still lose to me. What a waste of time."
Zhen Shicheng was slightly angry. "Rong Hanming! Don't look down on me! Last time I fought with you, I survived five blows. This time, I swear I will defeat you! "
Rong Hanming's gaze landed on Zhen Shicheng. After a while, he retracted his gaze. "Ridiculous confidence …"
Ten minutes later.
Zhen Shicheng had more or less recovered. His eyes were burning with battle intent. "Let's start the battle. I, Zhen Shicheng, will destroy the legend of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings!"
Rong Hanming remained calm and took out a bamboo pole from his back. There was a fishing line and a fishing hook wrapped around it.
Seeing this, Zhen Shicheng felt a deep sense of pressure. Rong Hanming's unique skill, Cold River Fishing!
After it was used, it was unpredictable and the attack was impossible to defend against.
The only way to deal with this skill was to strike first. Otherwise, if one remained passive, one would be defeated even faster!
"Wave Palm!"
Zhen Shicheng struck with his palm. The air seemed to ripple, giving people a feeling that space was in disorder.
Layers of palm wind overlapped and attacked with an earth-shattering force.
Rong Hanming's gaze was calm. "Cold River Fishing Style One!"
He turned his wrist slightly and the bamboo pole in his hand swung in an arc that was filled with an indescribable rhythm.
The fishing line flew. It was clearly slow, but it gave people a feeling that it was unpredictable.
The fishing hook at the end of the line shone with a dazzling light.
Crackle —
The fishing hook cut through the air. The dense palm wind was cut through in the air!
"Cold River Fishing Style Two!"
The fishing hook did not lose its momentum. After cutting through the palm wind, it hooked at Zhen Shicheng.
Zhen Shicheng's expression changed. As he retreated, he continuously used Wave Palm!
The wind generated by the palm strike blocked the sharp fish hook.
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