The appearance of the Tyrant Saber incited many people to fight over it, giving Xiao Chen an excellent opportunity to rest.
He did not need to worry about anything else. He could focus on treating his injuries to prevent any hidden injuries that he could not get rid of in the future.
Back then, Xiao Chen's experience in the Kunlun Realm was still fresh in his mind. Now that he was in the Great Thousand Realms, he had to be careful not to make the same mistakes as before.
"Martial Uncle."
"Senior Brother Hua."
As the two chatted, the core disciples and true inheritors of the Purple Flame Sect all rushed over.
The originally anxious group of people relaxed significantly when they discovered that the two were fine.
"This group of people from the Divine Firmament Sect is really too much. We have to take revenge for this. To think that they took advantage of Senior Brother Hua while he was down. "
After learning about Hua Yunfeng's experiences, the many true inheritors all felt aggrieved, rage burning in their hearts.
Back then, at the Divine Firmament Sect's Thunder Controlling Peak, they had agreed to form an alliance to fight the Heavenly Shaking Mountain and the Potala Mountain.
To think that they used such despicable means for the sake of a Dao Tool. This was simply despicable, despicable.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly. "Of course, we have to take revenge. However, now is not the time. Now is actually the best time to search for fortuitous encounters. The disciples of the other sects are all going to fight for the Dao Tool. This is an opportunity for us. "
Ling Yu asked, feeling confused, "Martial Uncle, why are you not anxious at all? Right now, the most important thing is to help you snatch the Dao Tool back!"
A peak Dao Tool was the greatest fortuitous encounter. All the disciples of the sect would benefit from it.
There was no greater fortuitous encounter in the Fiendish Demon Battlefield. Otherwise, the other sect disciples would not be like this. Every single one of them seemed to have gone mad, fighting to the death, and fighting to the death.
Even those who were not in the mood to fight ran over to join in the excitement, trying to fish in troubled waters.
Hua Yunfeng smiled mysteriously. "There is no need for you to worry about this. Xiao Chen has his ways. After I recover my strength, I will bring everyone to sweep through the various lands of fortuitous encounters."
No matter how the others fought, they could not draw the scabbard. This Tyrant Saber had already recognized Xiao Chen as its master, and it already bore his mark.
Sooner or later, it would return to Xiao Chen's hands. There was no need to worry.
Many disciples were skeptical, but they were satisfied with this arrangement. With Hua Yunfeng leading the way to seek fortuitous encounters, there would definitely be a great harvest at this juncture.
One hour later, with the aid of the medicinal pills, Hua Yunfeng's injuries healed rapidly.
He led the Purple Flame Sect's true inheritors and core disciples to bid farewell to Xiao Chen and leave the valley.
Although his injuries were terrible, his cultivation was not as terrible as Xiao Chen's.
With the help of the elixir, he recovered very quickly.
With the help of the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor, Xiao Chen continued to clear the Dao wounds left by the Dao Tool in his body. His heart remained as still as still water, calm and unperturbed.
On the other side, the fight for the Dao Soldiers had completely descended into chaos and white-hot.
Meng Qi and Zhen De had wanted to join forces to suppress them, but they were not strong enough. Even though the two of them had joined hands, they were still unable to dominate the scene. In the end, the two of them actually began to fight.
Each of them had their own selfish motives. How could a verbal alliance last long?
"Damn, what a heavy saber."
"I can't pull it out at all!"
"Haha! I managed to snatch it! It's mine now!"
Amid the chaotic crowd, the Tyrant Saber kept changing hands. However, no one could successfully pull it out. Instead, they ended up bringing trouble for themselves, getting surrounded and attacked.
Just when it looked like there would never be a winner, a clap of thunder suddenly roared in the sky.
A tyrannical, heart-stopping aura came from the distance, accompanied by the claps of thunder. Dark clouds churned in the sky, and thunder rumbled endlessly.
"Where are the Divine Firmament Sect disciples?!"
A loud shout rang out. The Divine Firmament Sect's Shangguan Lei finally rushed over from the forbidden land.
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky. As Shangguan Lei bathed in the lightning, he looked like an aloof war god, looking down coldly at the various sect disciples below.
"It's Shangguan Lei! Shangguan Lei appeared!"
A person's reputation was like a tree's shadow. The moment Shangguan Lei spoke, startled cries rang out in the chaotic crowd.
The Divine Firmament Sect disciples responded to Shangguan Lei's question with excitement on their faces.
"Senior Brother Shangguan, you finally came out. This Tyrant Saber will definitely belong to my Divine Firmament Sect."
The moment Shangguan Lei landed, the Divine Firmament Sect disciples crowded around him, boosting his aura.
"Senior Brother!"
The many disciples respectfully greeted Shangguan Lei. When they felt the peak Major Primal Core aura from him, the people around them all felt immense pressure.
Shangguan Lei swept his gaze around, and a formless pressure spread out, forcefully silencing the two-thousand-odd sect disciples present.
No one dared to meet Shangguan Lei's gaze. Even the Profound Light Temple's Zhen De and the Confucian Institution's Meng Qi, who fought the fiercest earlier, avoided each other's gazes.
They did not dare to clash with Shangguan Lei, feeling shocked in their hearts.
"How terrifying! To think that he is already a peak Major Primal Core cultivator!"
"Just this cultivation alone is sufficient to stand out from the crowd. How exactly did he cultivate?"
After reaching the Major Primal Core Realm, one's cultivation would progress extremely slowly, reaching peak Major Primal Core. In the entire Grave Sea Cluster, one would be considered an expert. After all, the Sect Masters of some Rank 3 sects in the outside world were only at this level.
However, Shangguan Lei's potential was clearly not limited to this. Furthermore, he was still so young. He would definitely reach the Cloud Sea Realm in his lifetime.
Becoming a Star Venerate or even higher!
Zhen De thought to himself, Right now, this Shangguan Lei's aura actually looks even scarier than Senior Brother Zhen Yuan's. What exactly did Shangguan Lei experience in the past few days for his improvement to be so terrifying?
Meng Qi felt the same way. When he compared Shangguan Lei to Wang Yueming, he felt that the originally evenly matched situation was about to be broken.
Shangguan Lei was very satisfied with the reactions of the crowd. His gaze never left a disciple holding the Tyrant Saber.
That was the top true inheritor of a Rank 3 sect in the Black Cave Mountain. Under Shangguan Lei's gaze, he felt immense pressure. Sweat continuously leaked out of his forehead.
Shangguan Lei recognized this person. He looked straight at the other party's bright eyes and suddenly shouted, "Ma Tianliang, are you seeking death? Why are you still not handing over the Dao Tool?! "
Shangguan Lei's voice was like a clap of thunder, shaking people's hearts and entering Ma Tianliang's soul. It felt like a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in Ma Tianliang's sea of consciousness.
This startled Ma Tianliang into trembling, and the Tyrant Saber in his hand flew out uncontrollably.
"Whoosh!"
The crowd scattered. No one dared to get close to the Dao Tool lest Shangguan Lei target them. Everyone scattered, leaving behind a large, empty space where the Dao Tool was.
Now, no one showed any interest in the item that everyone fought for earlier. They could only watch in dissatisfaction.
"So, it is a Tyrant Saber. With your appearance, you think you are fit to wield this saber?"
When Shangguan Lei saw the ancient words on the scabbard, he revealed a mocking expression, making Ma Tianliang feel ashamed.
"Only I, Shangguan Lei, am fit to wield this saber!"
The word "Tyrant" was deeply engraved in Shangguan Lei's heart. He showed a stern and stern expression, exuding strong self-confidence and a tyrannical aura of thunder.
No one dared to block Shangguan Lei, automatically opening a path for him.
"That might not be the case!"
Suddenly, a cool voice rang out. Wang Yueming landed, holding a folding fan. He had finally rushed over from the Ten Thousand Flower Garden.
"It's Senior Brother Wang! Senior Brother Wang is finally here!"
The people of the Confucian Institution immediately became excited. The others also showed joy on their faces. Finally, someone who could suppress Shangguan Lei's limelight appeared.
"Wang Yueming, you dare to compete with me?"
Shangguan Lei shouted coldly as he looked at the descending Wang Yueming with a murderous intent in his eyes.
Wang Yueming opened his folding fan and smiled faintly. "Others might fear you, Shangguan Lei, but why would I, Wang Yueming, fear you?"
Shangguan Lei's eyes flashed. He suddenly discovered that this Wang Yueming had already reached peak Major Primal Core Realm.
Wang Yueming's aura was no longer as overbearing as before. He said, "This saber is perfectly compatible with my Dao. It was born for me. Wang Yueming, what is the point of you going?"
Wang Yueming said indifferently, "There is no need for you to worry about that. I have my own reasons for making a move."
"Interesting. Do you really think that you can compete with me just by relying on some natural treasures to advance to peak Major Primal Core Realm? Receive my saber strike!"
A saber appeared in Shangguan Lei's hand as he leaped into the air, sending out a saber light.
The saber light flashed, turning the sky as resplendent as the sun, disappearing in a flash.
"Purple Qi Comes from the East!"
Wang Yueming closed the folding fan in his hand, and the righteous Qi in his body turned into the rising sun, sending down strands of pure purple Qi.
He used his Veritable Essence Energy and righteous Qi to clash head-on with this saber strike.
"Ka ca!"
A crack appeared in the folding fan, and Wang Yueming took three steps back. He felt his arm go numb, and his expression could not help changing drastically.
"How can this be? My cultivation is the same as his. Why is there such a huge difference in strength?"
Shangguan Lei smiled coldly. His cultivation came from mountains of corpses and seas of blood of Fiendish Demons. Wang Yueming relied on external items to advance. How could he compare to Shangguan Lei?
"An ancient loyal heart like the sun and the moon, a body of righteous Qi traces the spring and autumn!"
After putting himself at a disadvantage with one move, Wang Yueming quickly took out the two lines of the poem his master left in the folding fan.
The crack in the folding fan mended, and a vast righteous Qi poured out. Wang Yueming's cultivation soared again, bursting out with an aura that rivaled that of a Star Venerate.
Xiao Chen exchanged another move with Shangguan Lei, forcing back the other party, who was closing in on him.
Shangguan Lei somersaulted in the air and landed, causing the ground to tremble. He looked at Wang Yueming and said, "No wonder you are confident to compete with me. However, let's see how long this broken fan of yours can help you."
Shangguan Lei did not fear Wang Yueming, whose aura soared to that of a Star Venerate. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Just as the two faced off, a figure suddenly appeared, standing on a lotus flower. His figure was like a phantom, and he grasped the Tyrant Saber before Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming.
"Tyrant Saber?"
This was the strongest person of the three blessed lands, the Profound Light Temple's Zhen Yuan. As he held the Tyrant Saber, he showed a grave expression.
"This saber is an inauspicious item. Although every master ruled the world, they all died under their own saber. Aside from the Tyrant Saber, it has another name — the Saber of Misfortune. This saber needs to be handed to the Buddhist sect for safekeeping. "
Zhen Yuan held the Tyrant Saber as he looked at Wang Yueming and Shangguan Lei.
Shangguan Lei mocked, "Do you think that I will believe your words? Stinky monk, cut the crap and hand over the saber. "
In the clouds, a vertical eye quietly flew away.
In the valley, Xiao Chen opened his forehead and sent the Heavenly Eye back into his forehead. Then, he revealed a doubtful expression. "Tyrant Saber? Saber of Misfortune? "
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