"Lost?" The crowd was stunned. They simply didn't know what had just happened.
Tang Sheng turned around. On his neck, there was a thin red line of blood. He walked a few steps and suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around and only opened his mouth and said, "Why didn't you kill me?"
The line of blood on his neck was left by True Ce Ruo Yu. If this line of blood had used a little more force, his head would have already fallen to the ground.
It was obvious that True Ce Ruo Yu did it on purpose. She didn't want his life.
True Ce Ruo Yu shook her head and said, "You and I aren't enemies. We're just temporary opponents. There's no need to take your life."
"En." Tang Sheng nodded. His figure flashed and disappeared.
True Ce Ruo Yu also turned around and left. A battle between experts that wasn't flashy ended just like that.
However, the ripples that this battle caused in people's hearts didn't subside. Especially for those experts who had seen through the trick.
Nie Tian frowned slightly. True Ce Ruo Yu's sword just now was extremely fast and powerful. Even the Double-edged Ghost Eyes couldn't dodge it.
In all fairness, if this sword had landed on his body, although Nie Tian wouldn't die, he would definitely be injured.
Now, Nie Tian knew that he had underestimated True Ce Ruo Yu's strength.
On the other side, Ji Tinghai looked at True Ce Ruo Yu's back from afar. His gaze revealed a rare fear.
"Tinghai, if you didn't use the spiritual formation in your body, how confident are you in taking on that sword just now?" Ji Wuxiu stood beside Ji Tinghai. His stiff expression eased up as he suddenly asked.
Ji Tinghai frowned and said, "Fifty percent."
"This …" Ji Wuxiu's gaze trembled. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
According to Ji Tinghai, if he didn't use the rank six spiritual formation in his body, there was a 50% chance that he would die on the spot from True Ce Ruo Yu's sword.
True Ce Ruo Yu's strength was actually this terrifying!
Ji Wuxiu originally thought that in this Xumi Martial Meet, Ji Tinghai's biggest enemy would be Nie Tian, Mo Yu, and the others. However, he now knew that True Ce Ruo Yu might be the most terrifying opponent.
As for the others, Mo Yuyou, Tian Jin, and the others, they were all overwhelmed with shock and were speechless for a long time.
Only Long Er looked at Ruo Yu with a playful expression. Not only was there no fear on his ugly face, but instead he revealed an excited expression. He muttered: "The Xumi Martial Meet is getting more and more interesting."
In the following battles, not many people caught Nie Tian's attention. There were only a few warriors in their forties and fifties who were above the Spirit Wheel Realm. However, they posed no threat to Nie Tian.
The first day of battles ended quickly, and all the martial artists' scores were quickly announced.
On the first day, in addition to the martial artists who had negative points and were directly eliminated, there were also those who were killed on the spot, severely injured, and those who withdrew from the competition. There were originally more than three thousand participants, but now there were only about a thousand left. More than half had been eliminated.
Nie Tian, Mo Ruxi, Qiu Shan, and the rest were not eliminated and successfully entered the second day.
After leaving the Sumeru Arena, Nie Tian and the others immediately returned to the Gu Residence.
Just as Xiao Chen was about to enter the Gu Residence, the Corpse Demon Sovereign's voice suddenly rang out. "Master, that fellow came to the Xumi Spiritual Capital!"
"That fellow?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, unable to react.
"Wu Feng!" The Corpse Demon Sovereign's voice trembled slightly as he said a name.
"Wu Feng?" Nie Tian was stunned. Then, he frowned and exclaimed, "He came to the Xumi Spiritual Capital!"
Wu Feng had the Corpse Demon Sovereign's curse mark on him, so the latter could know his every move.
--- At the same time, in a hidden mountain forest in the Xumi Spiritual Capital:
Several figures appeared, walking slowly.
One of the figures looked extremely familiar. It was Wu Feng, who refined the Five Poison Blood Infant.
At this moment, Wu Feng's expression was unsightly. He trembled in fear, seeming somewhat afraid.
Four people followed behind Wu Feng. Their auras were deep, and their eyes were sharp. They were all sixth-layer Divine Wheel experts.
These four people all wore demon masks and gave off a dense corpse aura, looking like corpses that had rotted for a long time.
However, these four people were definitely alive. For them to look like that, they must have cultivated some kind of evil Cultivation Technique.
After a while, they arrived at a mountain peak and stopped, looking like they were waiting for someone.
Not long after these people stopped, a horrifying killing intent suddenly appeared on the mountain peak in front of them. It instantly spread out, and a black beam of light soared into the sky.
"Bang!" In the next moment, an intense explosion rang out. A black figure appeared on the mountain peak, standing on a huge rock in the distance.
Wu Feng was horrified. When he looked up, he saw the figure on the mountain peak hidden in a clump of black energy. It was like the figure did not have a physical body, looking extremely strange.
The instant that black figure appeared, the four masked men knelt together and said in unison, "The Four Ghosts of the Netherworld greet the Ghost Monarch!"
"Ghost Monarch?" Wu Feng was stunned when he heard how the four people addressed him. His face turned pale with fright, and he knelt down with a thud. Trembling, he said, "Subordinate, Wu Feng, greets the Ghost Monarch."
"Four Ghosts, step down first," the black figure said. The black shadow opened his mouth. His voice was cold and choked. It was intermittent, like a sigh from hell.
"Yes," the Four Ghosts of the Netherworld answered. Their figures disappeared like ghosts.
Wu Feng knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
The black figure on the huge rock flickered and instantly appeared in front of Wu Feng. It condensed into a human figure and said coldly, "Wu Feng, stand up."
Wu Feng's heart trembled. He stood up, trembling. Only then did he realize that there was someone standing in front of him.
He mustered up his courage and looked at this person, only to see a pair of eyes that were as deep as black holes, releasing a chill that sent chills down one's spine.
He knew that the person in front of him was none other than the legendary Pavilion Master of the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion, Nether Ghost!
The Nether Ghost Monarch was Nether Ghost!
"Wu Feng, where is this pavilion master's Five Poisons Blood Infant?" Nether Ghost asked coldly, without the slightest emotion.
Wu Feng's heart trembled when he heard the name Five Poisons Blood Infant. His face turned pale and he couldn't help but tremble. His knees went soft and he knelt down again. "Pavilion Master, please spare my life. I was incompetent and the Five Poisons Blood Infant was stolen."
"Hmm?" Nether Ghost's voice suddenly sank. His face turned slightly cold as he asked, "Who stole it?"
Of the two Five Poisons Blood Infants, one was used by Wu Feng to kill Huo Yuan, and the other was taken by Nie Tian.
Feeling a cold pressure, Wu Feng's voice trembled as he uttered a name, "Nie, Nie, Nie … Tian!"
"Nie … Tian!" You Gui's face turned cold, and his abyss-like pupils released a sharp killing intent. In an instant, his killing intent was revealed.
He had heard this name more than once.
The vice pavilion master of the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion, Wanqi Rong, was killed by Nie Tian.
Nether Ghost's body slightly trembled as he shouted, "Four Ghosts of the Netherworld!"
"Yes, Sir!" Four corpse-like figures appeared in the void.
"Retrieve the Five Poisons Blood Infant!" Nether Ghost said coldly. Immediately, his body turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.
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