On the fourth day, the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena opened again.
Shen Zhenyi was lucky enough to enter the top 16 of the fourth round.
The Dreamless Monk shouted and beamed. "Third Young Master Shen is really blessed by the heavens. Such a lucky person can even encounter such a thing? Now I don't have to worry about your odds increasing … "
After three consecutive rounds, Shen Zhenyi had established a role of fishing in troubled waters. When people talked about him, they no longer remembered his actual combat results. They only remembered him as a "lucky guy".
Two people entered the fourth round without a bye, so the number of people increased from 30 to 16.
These 16 people were the elites of the elites. As long as they were willing and weren't seriously injured in the arena, they were qualified to enter the Chaotic Separation Mystic Realm.
Next door, Young Master Yu of the Central Plains Saber Sect also entered the top 16 with his own strength. When he heard that Shen Zhenyi had won by drawing lots, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
Young Master Yu didn't look down on Shen Zhenyi, who came from a small place. He wanted to show respect to Shen Zhenyi and make friends with him, but he didn't expect that Shen Zhenyi wouldn't give him face, so he threw him away.
Now that the two of them were standing on the same starting line, Young Master Yu felt that this was an insult to him.
"This kind of person … humph!"
At the celebration banquet next door, Young Master Yu snorted at the mention of Shen Zhenyi.
When Cynanchum Chinense heard this, she was filled with righteous indignation. She couldn't wait for her master to immediately meet this arrogant young master in the arena and teach him a good lesson.
But of course, it couldn't be so coincidental.
On the fifth day, Shen Zhenyi's opponent was Wan Shenxiang of the Poison Sect.
It was widely believed that Third Young Master Shen's good luck had come to an end.
Wan Shenxiang of the Poison Sect had become famous more than 300 years ago. He was good at using strange poisons, and after many fortuitous encounters, he cultivated a terrifying poison technique that could kill people without them noticing. He was one of the most murderous and terrifying people in the world of eight cultivators.
"His Poison Lotus Mystic Zen can take a person's life within a hundred feet as if he was taking something out of his pocket."
"I heard that back then, he single-handedly defeated tens of thousands of valiant cavalry. There wasn't any intense battle either. They just brushed past each other, and those Enlightened Person cavalrymen died for no reason … "
"Shen Zhenyi must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to encounter him. Either he admits defeat in advance, or even if he doesn't die … he'll have to lie in bed for at least a few months, right?"
Of the Poison Sect's Wan Shenxiang's previous opponents, only one had admitted defeat as soon as he stepped onto the stage. The rest had all been poisoned, and two of them had died. Although the Poison Sect had shown mercy to the other person and had given him the antidote in the end, he had still lost all of his vitality. Being bedridden for several months was a small matter, but it would take years or even decades for him to recover his vitality.
"Shen Zhenyi's foundation is not as good as the others. If he insists on not admitting defeat, I'm afraid he will die without a burial place!"
"That's right, if true qi can't suppress the poison, the Poison Sect won't even have time to find the antidote …"
The crowd was filled with such comments.
Before Shen Zhenyi stepped onto the stage, the Dreamless Monk suddenly jumped out from the side and knelt in front of him, crying, "The Third Prince, you mustn't be foolish! This Poison Sect is vicious, you mustn't fight with him! It's fine if the others lose, but against this person, you'll lose your life if you lose! "
He cried so miserably that the Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long couldn't help but laugh.
The people around them didn't know, and all of them began to talk at once. "This is a loyal servant. Persuasion is the only way to save one's life."
"It's a pity that Shen Zhenyi is young and impetuous. I'm afraid he won't listen to this monk."
"Shen Zhenyi is bound to lose this round. I wonder if he can keep his life!"
Everyone thought that the Dreamless Monk was from the Abandoned Sword Villa, but they didn't know that he was purely acting.
After the commotion, the gamblers who originally wanted to bet on Shen Zhenyi gave up, and the bets quickly tilted in favor of the Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong.
Shen Zhenyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook off the Dreamless Monk and stepped onto the golden stage.
The Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong was already waiting for him on the stage. Seeing him insist, he sneered, "Kid, if you value your life, you should listen to your words and leave early. Why are you courting death here?"
After entering the top 16, they were guaranteed to enter the Chaotic Separation Mystic Realm. If they were afraid of death, there was no need to continue fighting.
However, those who could enter the top 16 were all top experts of the World of Eight Cultivators. All of them were proud and arrogant. Who would be willing to give up without a fight?
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about false reputation. Even if it was, he had a reason to fight to the end. He smiled and said, "Poison Sect, do as you wish. I can handle it."
"Big words!"
The Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong originally wanted to win without a fight. Seeing that the other party was so stubborn, he felt disdain and anger.
"Who knows how many famous experts have died under my Poison Lotus Mystic Zen. Who do you think you are? How many layers of my power can you withstand?"
He killed people like flies, so he naturally didn't care about killing one more. He just didn't want to go through the trouble.
Shen Zhenyi frowned. "Your Poison Lotus Mystic Zen is only because you obtained the Yindra White Lotus. That's why it's so powerful. It's just that you can't control it, so it affects your temperament and makes you temperamental and violent. How long have you obtained the Yindra White Lotus? How many people have you killed? "
The Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong was surprised to hear him reveal the origin of his Poison Art. However, he was confident in his Poison Art and didn't care. He sneered, "Even if there aren't ten thousand, there are at least eight thousand. Who has the patience to remember that many?"
Shen Zhenyi said indifferently, "Are there any innocent people? Those who don't know martial arts? The old, the weak, women, and children?"
As a top expert, he wouldn't attack those weaker than him, much less kill the innocent. However, the Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong's mind had been affected by the Yindra White Lotus, so he couldn't be considered a normal person.
He laughed loudly. "So what if I killed them? Who cares if they're innocent? This old man is in a bad mood and poisons an entire town to death. Do I have to check if they know martial arts one by one? "
The crowd burst into an uproar at his words.
Although they all knew that the Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong was extreme and ruthless, they still couldn't believe he was capable of such inhumane acts. When they thought of those innocent people who had died in vain, the crowd couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end.
"That's good."
Shen Zhenyi's attitude was as indifferent as ever.
He didn't show any anger and simply gave his verdict.
"Then … you can die in peace."
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