They were all geniuses, unrivalled amongst their peers. From the results of the first round, it could be seen that they were above everyone else.
"Sigh, looks like the champion of this year's Hundred Sect Competition will be the Asura Palace again."
"Sigh, that's right. In every Hundred Sect Competition, they are always the first to finish the first round, and it's not just one or two people."
The crowd sighed and whispered. The Sect Leaders and Elders of the second and third rated sects looked at the Asura Palace with envy and jealousy. With so many geniuses, who wouldn't be jealous? At the same time, when they looked at their own disciples, they felt powerless.
"Not necessarily. The Yan Sect is special this time. That disciple is able to finish the first round at the same time as the Asura Palace. This proves that his strength is not inferior to theirs. There might be some changes in this competition."
"I hope so. For the past few hundred years, the Asura Palace has always been at the top. It's time for someone to take them down a notch."
Many people looked at the Yan Sect, hoping to extinguish the Asura Palace's arrogance. If this continued, the Asura Palace's position would become more and more stable. In the end, no other forces would be able to shake them, and they would never have the chance to rise again.
The Great Reverend ignored the discussions around him. He said to Wutian, "Since you're so confident, go ahead. But don't try to cheat."
"Don't think that we don't know that you have many demonic beast corpses in your mustard seed bag. Let me tell you, if you throw them away and say that you've completed the task, don't blame us for disqualifying you."
The Twelfth Brother was still brooding over the matter of the obsidian stone. Therefore, he took the opportunity to nitpick and make things difficult for him.
"Hehe!" The little guy grinned and mocked, "Old man, how did you know? Don't tell me that you're a roundworm in the Son Of Heaven's stomach. "
"Pfft! You're the roundworm, your whole family are roundworms! "The Twelfth Brother's beard curled up. His attitude made the people around him astonished.
Wutian did not say anything else. He stretched out his hand and said indifferently, "Give it to me!"
"Give what?" The Twelfth Brother was stunned.
The little fellow seized the opportunity and said, "Of course it's the mustard seed bag. What a stupid donkey. You usually pretend to be an immortal, but in fact, your brain is filled with tofu dregs. No, it should be feces."
"You …"
"How am I? You want to kill me? " The little fellow was unwilling to be outdone. Soon after, his heart was filled with grief and pain. He instigated, "Son Of Heaven, let's go find a swamp and kill ourselves. Otherwise, we'll be helping them, oh no, helping their Hall Master."
"A swamp can kill someone?"
The group of people was speechless. This kind of threat was too fake. They had once heard that the Yuan Swallowing Frog by Wutian's side was extremely shameless. Now that they had seen it with their own eyes, it really lived up to its reputation.
Even the Martial Highnesses could not help but grin.
"Take it!"
Twelfth Brother's old face turned red as if it had been scalded by boiling water. He angrily threw the mustard seed bag and glared at the group of people who were snickering. Then he turned around and ignored them, muttering in his heart, "Little bastard, wait and see. I'll deal with you slowly later."
After receiving the mustard seed bag, Wutian turned around. With the power of wind gushing out from his feet, he turned into a beam of light and rushed toward the Dragon God Mountain Range.
This action immediately made everyone present extremely surprised. Could it be that he still wanted to participate in the first round of elimination?
"It's been half a day and he's only going now. He's overestimating himself." Someone said disdainfully.
"Judging from the expressions of the Asura Palace's Martial Highnesses, they seem to have a lot of confidence in this guy. Maybe a miracle will happen. Let's wait and see!" Some people were looking forward to it, because they no longer had any hope for the competition. They could only watch the show from the side. The more exciting the show was, the better it would be.
A moment later, Wutian arrived at the edge of the forest. He glanced at the forest and frowned, "Little guy, I'll leave the hunting to you. I'll go find Longhu. Come find me when you're done."
Then, without waiting for the little guy to answer, he threw the mustard seed bag to it. His figure flashed and disappeared into the forest, leaving behind afterimages.
"Why?!"
The little guy's eyes were filled with displeasure. Why did it always have to do this kind of stupid thing? It was too unfair. After complaining for a long time, its eyes suddenly lit up. It stared at the forest and held its chin with its paw, as if it was calculating something. After a while, it let out a mischievous laugh, flapped its wings, and blended into the forest.
The beautiful woman had told him about the situation of the elimination competition. Therefore, Wutian was worried that Longhu would meet with misfortune. After all, there were only two people left in the village.
Although there were many demonic beasts at the edge of the Dragon God Mountain Range, they weren't much of a threat to Wutian. Not to mention, he now had the Wind God's Boots. His speed was unbelievably fast. The power of wind circled around him. When he passed by other people or demonic beasts, it was just a gust of wind.
Along the way, Wutian met many people. Some died under the claws of demonic beasts and became their food. Some formed teams and took shortcuts, killing and robbing. However, Wutian didn't pay any attention to them. Even when he met people of the Asura Palace who were being hunted or torn apart by demonic beasts, he didn't lend a hand.
After half an hour, Wutian arrived at a desolate forest. Ancient trees towered into the sky with luxuriant leaves. Dozens of people couldn't encircle the forest. It was dark and damp inside, and mist was rising.
He hid inside an ancient tree and looked down. His brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were flickering with uncertainty.
Below him, more than ten people were crazily killing each other. Their Profound Qi was overflowing, shaking all directions. The ancient trees were swaying, and leaves were swirling in the air. It was a fierce battle!
However, they all had one thing in common. All of them were surrounded by a thick black mist, evil and sinister!
Among them, there was a burly man who was taller than ordinary people. He was tall and sturdy, with a rough appearance. Black mist was constantly gushing out from his body. Together with his fluttering black hair, he looked like a peerless demon king.
This person was Longhu.
Wutian tracked Longhu's aura all the way and finally found him here. However, what surprised him was that Longhu was actually fighting a dozen people by himself, yet he wasn't in a disadvantageous position. His fists and legs were ferocious and powerful, and every time he attacked, someone would definitely be injured!
Moreover, those who were fighting with Longhu were wearing the same clothes as him. This meant that these people were his fellow disciples. Since they were from the same sect, why was Longhu fighting with them?
This made Wutian feel very strange. Therefore, when he saw that Longhu was not in danger, he hid inside the ancient tree and watched quietly.
After the end of the year, Longhu was only 15 years old. However, he was really tall and sturdy. He waved his big fan-like hand, and his Profound Qi was overflowing. The power was extremely strong. A young man in purple took a palm strike head-on. He immediately spat out blood and his face turned pale!
"Longhu, are you crazy? Why are you attacking us?" Seeing this, the rest of the people's faces changed. They protected the young man in purple behind them. They were puzzled and angry.
"Hehe, I am crazy. Today, all of you will die. If you want to blame someone, blame that bastard Huo Shi." Longhu licked his lips. His voice was cold and filled with killing intent.
With a few swoosh sounds, he rushed forward and punched out. Black fog appeared and surged with power. One of the people's body immediately exploded and was absorbed by the black fog. Not even his bones were left.
"You have cultivated the complete Devouring Spirit Demonic Book?!"
Seeing this, the people felt their hair stand on end. The Devouring Spirit Demonic Book was regarded as a sacred item by the Sect Leader. His direct disciples would only be taught the first level of the book. After mastering it, they would be able to refine the flesh and blood of living creatures to strengthen their bodies. However, their bones would not be able to be refined.
However, Longhu had refined even his bone marrow. This was enough to prove that he had cultivated the entire Devouring Spirit Demonic Book.
"No wonder you could break through to the Great Circle of Channel Opening Stage in just half a year."
The people were shocked and terrified. They knew better than anyone else how powerful the Devouring Spirit Demonic Book was. Cultivating a part of it was incomparable to cultivating the whole book.
"The Fire Sage wanted me to deal with Wutian, so he taught me the entire Devouring Spirit Demonic Book. However, he did not expect that I had already known about his scheme. I also knew that the villagers were killed by Huo Shi. I pretended not to know because I wanted to slowly destroy the Fire Cloud Sect to avenge my parents and the villagers. You guys are only the first step. Soon, it will be the others' turn." Longhu laughed maliciously.
Then, he took a step forward. His strong and powerful legs swept out, and a huge boulder shattered. Several Fire Cloud Sect disciples died on the spot, and the black fog surged like a demon that ate people without spitting out their bones. Only a few pieces of clothing were left floating down!
"So that's how it is. Longhu, I have wronged you. I'm sorry."
Wutian muttered in the ancient tree. He then quietly left. He did not go down. Since Longhu had his own plans, why should he expose him? Moreover, the two of them were both from the Dragon Village. What qualifications did he have to stop Longhu from avenging the village?
After leaving, Wutian followed the connection between their souls and quickly found the little guy.
Ever since Little Tian broke through to the Hundred Dynasties Stage, there were some subtle changes in some aspects. For example, as long as the little guy was within a thousand li, Wutian could clearly sense it. Moreover, there was a kind of telepathic connection. There was no need for words to understand each other's thoughts.
When he saw the little guy's actions, Wutian could not help but want to laugh.
It did not attack the demonic beasts. Instead, it went straight for the people who had formed a group to kill and rob. It directly killed them and snatched their mustard seed pouches before happily counting the spoils.
"So that's how you hunt."
"It's easier this way. Look, in just a short while, there are already more than fifty of them. If I had to kill them one by one, wouldn't it be too troublesome?" The little guy grinned. Soon after, it asked suspiciously, "Why did you come back so quickly?"
After listening to Wutian's simple explanation, the little guy nodded and said, "At first, I thought this brat was simple and honest. I didn't expect him to be hiding such tricks in his heart. Although he overestimated himself a little, his actions are commendable. Let's go, there's still half to go. Let's finish this quickly so that the Frog Lord can go to sleep. "
In a dense forest, there were twenty people lying on the ground. Their breathing was weak and restrained. The surrounding was overgrown with shrubs that were at least five to six feet tall. If one did not pay attention, it would be very difficult to notice them.
They were a temporary team that hunted their own kind, robbed their belongings, and hid here to wait for the prey. However, they were very unlucky to have encountered this little guy, a little monster with a sensitive nose.
Bang … …
The two of them rushed out. Their methods were simple and neat, violent and bloody. Before the twenty or so people could react, they were all killed on the spot. Not a single one was left alive.
"Haha, the strength of these trash is not bad. There are actually more than eighty of them." The little guy put all the spoils into his mustard seed pouch. He raised his head and sighed, "The Frog Lord is indeed an absolute genius. Those bullshit geniuses took half a day to finish, but I only used an hour. Sigh, I'm invincible and lonely like the snow. Looking for an opponent!"
"Too shameless!"
No matter how calm a person was, they could not help but despise this kind of attitude.
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