"You talk too much nonsense!"
A free cultivator seized the opportunity to stab the first senior brother in the chest. He wanted to say something to his master, but his windpipe was filled with blood and he couldn't make a sound.
"Gulp! Gulp! "
His throat moved twice, but he could only blow out two bloody bubbles. His eyes shone with a strange light. He threw away his sword and suddenly hugged the other free cultivator.
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
The two junior brothers immediately understood what their senior brother was trying to do.
"Boom!"
There was a loud explosion, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the stage.
That's right, the first senior brother had self-destructed. He knew he was dead for sure, so he didn't even leave his neidan or soul behind. In any case, their master couldn't save them. If their bodies died, their souls would definitely be destroyed. It was better to just blow up his own body, neidan, and soul to deal the most powerful blow to the enemy.
This self-destruction had happened at close range. Many of the free cultivators hadn't been able to dodge in time.
Although this first senior brother wasn't as strong as the half-beastman, he knew how to seize the opportunity to self-destruct. Thus, the real effect of his self-destruction was even better than the half-beastman's. The free cultivator he had hugged was blown to smithereens on the spot.
Some of the surrounding free cultivators had lost arms and legs because they were too close. Some unlucky ones even had their heads blown off. This self-detonation could be said to be extremely lethal. Many people lost the ability to fight and had no choice but to withdraw from the competition.
"In your dreams!"
Seeing the injured free cultivators want to withdraw, the remaining two junior brothers weren't willing to give up. They didn't want to live anyway, so they just charged into the crowd.
"Boom! Boom! "
Another two explosions. The two junior brothers had also self-destructed. Although they weren't as powerful as the first senior brother, they had a larger area of effect. Because the two of them had self-destructed at the same time, their destructive power was stacked. Moreover, the free cultivators were already injured and couldn't support their neidan shields anymore.
When the Yellow Emperor saw this, he frowned. He'd originally wanted to fish out the injured free cultivators and win over some of their hearts. He hadn't expected the remaining two to be so ferocious and choose to self-destruct.
This … The remaining independent martial artists who were not killed by the explosion could not help but feel a chill run down their spines. They did not expect that the disciple of the Celestial Emperor, who had been pampered in the Heavenly Palace, would be so fierce. In their minds, those who lived in the Heavenly Palace were all young masters. Other than having good conditions and a lot of resources, there was nothing special about it.
But after the battle with the three senior and junior brothers, they completely changed their minds. There were only three of them, but they had killed more than twenty of their men with a series of explosions. In addition to the more than 20 people who were injured and had to withdraw from the competition, there were now less than 50 people.
In the upcoming battle royale, they still had to face the disciples of the Celestial Emperors and even the disciples of the Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court. How could they win?
The confidence of the independent martial artists was shaken. They realized that numbers were not their greatest advantage. One had to know that they were only disciples of a Third Revolution Immortal Emperor, and they were the smallest group of people present. The remaining five-man groups and eight-man groups were better trained and had a longer time to work together. They were completely different from the motley crew.
"I request to withdraw from the competition!"
"I also request to withdraw from the competition!"
It was unknown who started it first, but the injured contestant also jumped off the stage. Following his lead, many independent martial artists also pretended to be injured and started jumping off the stage.
The Immortal Emperor disciples on the other side did not stop them. Jumping off the stage meant elimination, and there was no need to fight anymore. Just like that, the independent martial artists jumped off one by one. In just a short while, the number of people left on the stage was close to half.
Everyone looked at each other. The remaining independent martial artists who didn't leave were all the stronger ones. Moreover, they didn't interfere much during the siege just now. Although they came on their own, they might have some background in the Immortal City, but they did not live in the Heavenly Palace.
There were only two people left, and they would reach the required number of people. In other words, as long as two people were gone, there would be only half of the people left on the stage. The remaining half would be considered the end of the first round of the battle royale, and they could proceed to the next one on one matches.
Needless to say, everyone knew that these two people would definitely be chosen from the independent martial artists. Because the Immortal Emperor disciples' groups would not kick out two people, and the disciples of the Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court would not withdraw either.
"Come, who wants to fight me one-on-one!"
A strong man with a beard and a long saber took the initiative to ask who wanted to fight him one-on-one. Because in a one-on-one fight, one person would definitely lose. Of course, it could also be two people injured at the same time, so at least one person would be eliminated.
His behavior was quite manly, at least he did not need to dawdle there. But after he asked, no one answered. Because no one wanted to be eliminated, and fighting one-on-one in advance was equivalent to putting themselves in danger.
The strong man looked around and saw that no one came out to fight him one-on-one, so he simply raised his hand and pointed to the front. "Do you dare to come out?"
He was not pointing at anyone else, but Du Feng, who was standing between the Azure Thearch and Flame Thearch disciples. Because Du Feng's position was rather special, he was not in the group, but he was in the middle of the two groups, so no matter how you looked at it, he seemed to be hanging around there.
Du Feng was quite surprised. According to common sense, the strong man should have chosen one of the independent martial artists first. If he could not pick one, then he would have chosen one from the small group. He did not expect him to target him. Did he think this persimmon was relatively soft?
"Are you sure?"
Du Feng looked at the man and asked if he had pointed at the wrong person.
"Cut the crap, it's you."
This strong man was really straightforward, determined to fight with Du Feng one-on-one.
"Hahaha, Brother Du, is he jealous of your handsome looks?"
Fuxi couldn't help but laugh out loud because Du Feng was standing beside Emperor Yan's disciples and Emperor Qing's disciples. Moreover, he was slightly closer to Emperor Yan's disciples. One had to know that the Flame Thearch's disciples were all rough men with red or black faces, and each of them was more than two meters tall with thick waists.
The strong man who had challenged Du Feng was also a rough man. Du Feng was the only one who had a fair complexion and a slender body. Even his collar and cuffs were embroidered with gold. His dressing was too exquisite. So when the strong man saw a pretty boy standing next to a group of rough men, he could not stand the sight and insisted on fighting him one-on-one.
"Alright, as you wish!"
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