The death camp had long experienced Duanmu Qiu's ruthlessness. In addition to the fact that the ancient battlefield was related to the overall situation of the nine prefectures, their actions were all for the sake of spoiling Duanmu Qiu's sinister plans.
"Everyone, it looks like we need to make preparations. Once Wu Shang dies and the two prefectures are unified, we can seize the opportunity to surrender, lest we die under the unparalleled momentum of the Divine Dynasty unifying the nine prefectures!"
The atmosphere on the platform instantly turned strange. The majority of the spectators stared at the death camp with wariness in their eyes.
"Including Daochild Tianxin. Although you are the number one genius, you are still not a match for the Godemperor. The Godemperor will not give you time to grow, right?"
Duanmu Qiu spoke again, throwing the spearhead at the Dao Palace.
Tianxin opened his eyes. Silence stared at Duanmu Qiu. Duanmu Qiu had a radiant smile on his face.
Finally, Tianxin turned to the death camp.
"The Dao Palace is transcendent, the death camp is unrivalled. It's time to determine who is stronger."
The countenances of the death camp changed.
"Today, I shall challenge the death camp with my own strength." Tianxin's eyes swept over. "Thirty-five."
After speaking, Tian Xin turned and walked towards the last stage of the battle platform, closing his eyes as he waited for his opponent.
"Tianxin, you …"
Xiao Shu frowned. Tianxin's actions went against the will of the Dao Palace. But just as he spoke, he was interrupted by Tianxin.
"My actions have nothing to do with the Dao Palace." Tianxin stared at the death camp. Silence. "We're missing one, and Wuzhen. A total of thirty-six."
"How arrogant!"
Wu Tu couldn't take it anymore. In his memory, even Xie Tian had never acted like this. Now that the death camp was being challenged, how could he endure it? He immediately stepped onto the ancient battle path and rushed up the platform with a silver fate pearl in his hand.
"Wu Tu, passing the first stage in thirteen breaths!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Under the influence of his anger, Wu Tu's speed grew faster and faster. In just fifteen minutes, he arrived before Tianxin.
"Come and fight!"
The Martial Disciple made his move. A Five Elements Yuan Technique covered the sky. Then, with a sudden turn, the Five Elements Yuan Technique merged into one.
"He comprehended Three Law Seeds!"
The little tree's expression was solemn. Even he had only comprehended two out of the four types of spells, Magic, Profound, Taoist, and Primordial. He did not expect the Martial Disciple to comprehend three.
"Useless chickens and stray dogs."
Tianxin calmly spat out four words. Battle intent erupted from his body, but his cultivation aura decreased instead of increasing. He actually suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of the Pill Tribulation Realm!
"He's actually suppressing his cultivation when facing a peerless genius like him!"
Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Origin Returning Art!"
"Martial God Fist!"
"Dragon and Phoenix Cry!"
Everyone's jaws were immediately dislocated when the Origin Returning Technique was used.
This was because the only prerequisite for using the Origin Returning Art was to comprehend the Origin Seed.
"Tianxin has comprehended four magical seeds."
As soon as the Origin Returning Technique appeared, the Five Elements Origin Technique immediately disintegrated. Martial Disciple's pupils shrank.
However, even though his strongest attack was broken, he did not panic. His heart was filled with the extreme calmness that he learned from Xie Tian.
His thoughts spun rapidly. His figure was like a dragon as he unleashed all sorts of elemental arts. Facing the invincible aura of the Heavenly Heart Cultivators, he actually relied on his battle awareness to exchange 30 moves with the Heavenly Heart Cultivators
Not only did such a situation exceed everyone's expectations, even Tian Xin felt slightly surprised in his heart.
In his opinion, Martial Disciple was not a match for him in three moves.
"His fighting style …"
Tianxin suddenly realized that the reason why Martial Disciple was so strong was because of his fighting style.
"Xie Tian …" The little tree murmured in his heart. Only he knew that it was not only Martial Disciple, but also the Death Camp's Lone Dragon and Red Shirt's fighting style. They had all learned from Xie Tian.
"Thirty-five moves."
Tianxin's battle power suddenly erupted. A blood-red fist shadow that caused the void to tremble broke through the Martial Disciple's dozens of Origin Technique defenses and ruthlessly smashed into Martial Disciple's body.
Seeing that Martial Disciple was heavily injured, Tianxin didn't retreat but chose to advance instead.
"Thirty-six moves. For those who are weaker than me, death is a form of release."
The members of the death camp were all shocked. They didn't hesitate to step onto the ancient battle path as they madly rushed towards the platform.
"Tianxin, stay your hand!"
"You dare to kill him?!"
Under the threat of death, Martial Disciple became unprecedentedly calm. The scene of him fighting against Xie Tian suddenly appeared in his mind as a smile appeared on his face.
"Xie Tian, where did you go exactly? Did the death camp bully you?"
With a thunderous roar, Martial Disciple punched out to meet the Martial God's fist.
Ka ka ka.
Martial Disciple's right arm shattered inch by inch, turning into dust. However, his body was directly blasted out of the platform by the Martial God's fist.
Tianxin stared at Martial Disciple in surprise. He suppressed the killing intent in his heart and turned to depart.
"Thirty-five useless chickens and pottery dogs left."
"Stop boasting shamelessly. I will teach you a lesson!"
Red Shirt was enraged. His giant saber finally slashed out, cleaving through all thirty-six stages, almost breaking Tianxin's record.
"Yunshu!"
"Yunshu!"
As the second saber slashed out, Dulong's countenance changed. He knew that this wasn't a saber art passed down by Red Shirt's ancestors. It was a saber art that belonged solely to Red Shirt.
Tianxin's countenance changed slightly. It wasn't the saber art that caused his expression to change. Rather, it was the incomparable threat radiating from Red Shirt's saber.
"You are not worthy to own this saber."
After speaking, Tianxin's combat prowess erupted forth once more. Thirty-five saber-seizing moves, thirty-six killing moves!
"Red Shirt, retreat!"
Dulong finally passed the thirty-six stages. Upon seeing the situation, he opened his Immortal Slaying Sword Eye, unleashing thirty percent of his might.
Tianxin's heart pounded. In order to avoid injury, he had no choice but to give up on his killing move. He kept the saber in his interspatial pouch and turned to deal with the Immortal Slaying Sword Intent.
"I hate this eye, I shall be blind."
Thirty-five moves. Tianxin's fist transformed into a finger, piercing straight towards Dulong's Immortal Slaying Sword Eye.
"ARGH!"
The Immortal Slaying Sword Eye exploded. Dulong coughed out blood as he was flung backwards. Tianxin retracted his hand, his fingertips dripping with fresh blood.
"Du Long" Wu Tu let out a shrill cry, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
"You are the first person to injure me." Tianxin glanced at Dulong a few more times before he turned and walked back to the center of the platform. He stared at the remaining members of the death camp as he calmly stated, "Thirty-three remaining."
An hour later, the death camp was completely annihilated. Six of them had died.
"For you." Tianxin tossed the thirty-five silver fate pearls to Xie Yun who was outside the ancient battle path. Silence. "In the upper realm, I will do as you wish, and you will do as I wish."
A cold yet beautiful smile appeared on Xie Yun's face. She held the fate pearls in her hands and stepped onto the ancient battle path. This was the first time in her life that she took the initiative to follow someone and step into the upper realm.
Someone as invincible as Tianxin should be the best choice, Xie Yun thought.
A thousand miles away, Xie Tian's clone halted his steps. He closed his eyes and executed the Xiantian Sensing Art.
Xie Tian's main body who was searching for the Demonheart Grass abruptly halted. After that, he executed the Speed Word with all his might as he rushed towards the platform in a frenzy.
His killing intent was like a prison.
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