Jian Yue made it sound simple, but he was clearly robbing them. He said that he was here to safeguard the elixirs, but in reality, he was trying to rob them of their already scarce elixirs.
When the time came, all the opportunities found in the Myriad Sword Battlefield would have to be handed over to these inner court disciples. This was a blatant exploitation.
Because they had heard of this matter in the sect. In the previous Myriad Sword Conferences, many inner court disciples had also dealt with outer court disciples in this manner. The final outcome could be imagined.
"What's with the noise? Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Do you want to die?!"
Looking at the noisy group of outer court disciples, a tall and sturdy inner court disciple with a stern expression bellowed. His eyes were filled with coldness as his aura instantly spread out. It seemed that if he didn't make a move to intimidate them, he wouldn't be able to succeed today.
"Who wants to die? Step forward!"
"Do you want to die?!"
Instantly, each and every inner court disciple understood. Waves of Yuan Profound Realm aura swept out from their bodies and gathered together. Sand and stones flew and dried branches and broken leaves were swept up. The momentum was rather shocking.
Facing the aura of this group of inner court disciples, the group of outer court disciples instantly trembled inwardly.
The cultivation of an outer court disciple at the seventh or eighth level of the Essence Spirit Stage was already considered extremely high. The cultivation of this group of outer court disciples was mostly at the fifth or sixth level of the Essence Spirit Stage. How could they be compared to these inner court disciples who had already reached the fourth or fifth level of the Essence Profound Stage, and even had a few auras that were close to the Essence Spirit Stage?
"We can choose not to follow you and mind our own business. If you're anxious, we have so many people and we're not to be trifled with!"
Among the group of outer court disciples who were trembling inwardly, a tall and sturdy young man gritted his teeth and spoke.
These inner court disciples were indeed not something they could deal with. However, they had six to seven hundred people, which was more than twenty times more than these outer court disciples.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Once they fought, twenty against one, they wouldn't lose by much.
"That's right. We have so many people and we're not to be trifled with!"
"You're going too far. At most, we'll fight!"
Instantly, a bold outer court disciple echoed as he raised his arms and shouted.
"Fight! We're not to be trifled with!"
"I'll go all out. I definitely can't hand over the medicinal pills!"
In a split second, the outer sect disciples moved one after another. Their auras fluctuated, and hundreds of people were filled with indignation.
Their combined auras were even stronger than those of the twenty to thirty inner disciples.
To these outer court disciples, all of them knew that the Myriad Sword Battlefield was extremely dangerous.
As Outer Sect disciples, they were already lacking in resources, and the medicinal pills they had on them were rare items. They knew that if they handed over their medicinal pills, they wouldn't even be able to replenish their supplies when they encountered danger.
It was already difficult to cross the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords in the first place. Now, it would be even more difficult.
Moreover, these inner disciples were not even direct disciples, and even direct disciples had the possibility of dying in the Myriad Sword Battlefield.
At that time, if they were to encounter danger, these inner sect disciples would not even be able to fend for themselves. They would probably only use them as cannon fodder. Why would they care about their lives?
Looking at the indignant outer sect disciples, the inner sect disciples' faces darkened. In front of such an imposing aura, they really did not have any confidence.
With their cultivation and strength, they could completely disregard these outer court disciples.
However, if one person were to fight against twenty outer court disciples, it would be a little different.
Jian Yue's face was very ugly, and it was completely gloomy. His gaze swept across the outer court disciples in front of him, and finally fixed on the tall young man who was leading the crowd. A cold look flashed across his face, and he said in a deep voice, "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Little outer court disciple, do you really think that you can become an inner sect disciple just because you can enter the Myriad Sword Battlefield? Even if it's outside, killing you is equivalent to killing a dog, let alone in the Myriad Sword Battlefield. If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish today!" As soon as his voice fell, Yuan Qi gushed out from Jian Yue's feet, and his figure immediately charged towards the tall young man who was leading the crowd.
At that moment, the tall young man's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. Jian Yue's figure was already in front of him, and his aura was not something he could contend against.
When Jian Yue's figure appeared in an instant, he moved his arm, and a fist directly blasted towards the former's chest. It was swift and fierce, and there was not much mercy. The force contained in the fist was even more powerful, and a 'wu wu' sound resounded in the air!
The tall outer court disciple's face changed drastically, and he didn't even have much strength to react. He could only instinctively throw a punch in a panic.
"Bang!" However, it was too late. Jian Yue's fist, which contained a violent force, exploded with Yuan Qi light. It was incomparably fast, and it had already firmly wrapped around the outer court disciple's chest. A low muffled sound immediately rang out.
"Kacha …" When the muffled sound of energy rang out, it was mixed with the sound of bones breaking. 'Ah …' A shrill scream immediately rang out.
"Puchi …"
The tall young man made a 'puchi' sound, and a large mouthful of dark red blood mist was spat out. His body was immediately sent flying, and he landed heavily on the ground several feet away.
A group of outer court disciples subconsciously retreated in panic, but there were still a few people who were hit, and they staggered back. In the end, they fell to the ground on their butts, and their faces were deathly pale.
"You were also very enthusiastic just now!"
Jian Yue did not stop. Then, he stared at the second outer court disciple who was shouting the loudest just now. When the first outer court disciple's face changed drastically, and he did not react in time, Jian Yue angrily punched his shoulder.
"Bang!" "Puchi …"
With a muffled sound and a mouthful of blood, the disciple was directly sent flying. He landed on the ground, and his shoulder was covered in blood, dripping with blood.
Two people were sent flying in an instant, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. Such a scene stunned everyone present, and they were all stunned on the spot.
Jian Yue looked at the crowd with a cold gaze. He was very satisfied with the result.
In such a situation, as long as he suppressed a few of the leaders, it was enough to shock everyone present.
"Puchi …"
Not far away, the two outer court disciples were still vomiting blood, and their bodies were twitching. They did not seem to be dead, but with such serious injuries, it was hard to say whether they were still alive.
The group of outer court disciples, who were originally indignant, suddenly quietened down.
:... ..
Jian Yue's attack just now had deeply shocked them. Only then did they realize that compared to the inner court disciples, they were really weak.
"Su Yi, it's Su Yi!"
"Su Yi is here."
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the crowd.
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