This scene caused an uproar in the world.
Those from the Acheron Hall stood up and roared at the sky.
Damn it, this is impossible! I don't believe it!
They must be crazy. Those around them took a deep breath.
It seemed like they had to reevaluate this person called Sword Maniac.
His strength was far beyond their imagination.
Lei Shencheng and those from the Myriad Demon City looked solemn, while those from the Great Desolate Mansion looked on with flickering eyes.
One of the Daoists had a cold expression. He was Huang Shisan.
He said coldly. A rising star with decent strength, but he's no match for me. My opponents are only Fu Hongye and a few others.
He was extremely domineering.
On the other side. Wan Jianyi from the Myriad Sword Pavilion was glaring coldly.
Sword Maniac, you better not meet me. Otherwise, I'll let you know who's the real Sword Dao expert.
Discussions broke out one after another. Those from the Acheron Hall were clenching their teeth so hard that they were about to break!
The Silver Corpse Sage King's eyes were also filled with killing intent, but he said coldly, "Let's not bother about him.
Don't worry about this brat for now. He's too sharp. Sooner or later, someone will kill him.
Let's adjust our strategy.
The elders under him began to adjust their strategy.
On the other side, Lin Xuan left the arena.
He didn't target the Acheron Hall in the next few battles.
However, Lei Shencheng and the Myriad Demon City were suppressed. Those who died in Lin Xuan's hands were in trouble.
Many of them were gnashing their teeth, wishing they could kill Lin Xuan.
At this moment, the sword qi on Lin Xuan's body was getting stronger and stronger.
A ray of light fell from the sky like an immortal light.
It turned into a scroll with the names of all the participants carved on it.
Those who failed turned grayish-white, while the others emitted a golden glow.
The ranking was based on the number of victories. The higher the ranking, the more victories one had.
Lin Xuan, the Sword Maniac, was also on the ranking. Countless people looked up to him.
Most of the people ranked at the top were Sacred Venerables, and they were all very powerful Sacred Venerables.
For example, Fu Hongye and the others were at the top of the ranking.
Wan Jianyi and the others were slightly behind. However, someone exclaimed at this moment.
This was because they discovered that another person's name had changed in an instant, and he had directly rushed to the front.
He had achieved dazzling results.
Nine Heads Qilin, how did his battle record become so powerful?
That's right. Previously, he only had 10 hearts. Now, he actually has 30 stars.
Everyone cried out in surprise. They realized that the Nine-Headed Qilin had won a match, and that person had 30 stars. He had won 30 matches in a row.
To think that he would lose to the Nine-Headed Qilin right now!
The 30 perfect victories that he represented were all given to Nine-Headed Qilin.
What's going on? Being able to win 30 matches in a row was enough to show that that person was very powerful.
This was definitely a Saint Venerable. But, to think that he would lose to the Nine-headed Qilin! Unbelievable!
Although Nine-headed Qilin was also a genius, he was only a peak Minor Saint.
Could it be that he was also a powerful dark horse?
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
Dark horse? What a joke. The Nine-Headed Qilin might be strong, but it wasn't his turn to shine in the Holy Heavens.
According to Lin Xuan's guess, the person who fought with the Nine-Headed Qilin should be an expert that was secretly groomed by the Thousand Demon City.
This expert purposely gave his battle record to the Nine-Headed Qilin, wanting to push him to the peak and make everyone look up to him.
Artificially created battle records? Lin Xuan snorted coldly.
Indeed, some of the Holy Cities had started to use despicable methods.
The other Holy Cities naturally understood this point. Therefore, after this incident, several Holy Cities adopted this method.
After all, this was the purpose of secretly grooming people.
For example, Wan Jianyi had won two matches in a row. The two people that he had defeated were both people who had a record of 30 consecutive victories.
Hence, he now had a record of 60 consecutive victories.
His ranking instantly rose by a large margin, and he was now among the top geniuses of the previous generation.
He wasn't far from Fu Hongye, Huang Shisan and the others.
Countless people started to congratulate him, and many of them laughed. The Ninth Young Master was indeed powerful and talented.
If this continued, his future achievements would be limitless.
That's right. The Ninth Young Master was still a Small Saint. Once he became a Sacred Sovereign, his strength would undergo a tremendous change.
We would have to rely on the Ninth Young Master in the future.
These people were all followers of the Ninth Young Master.
The Nine-Headed Qilin laughed after hearing this. He was like a supreme Immortal God.
Everyone looked up to him.
However, at this moment, a cold and mocking voice was heard.
Do you really think you're a big shot? Why don't you think about how you got your battle record?
Do you think you have the face to stand in that position?
As soon as the voice was heard, everyone's expression changed. Although they knew that there must be something going on, they didn't dare to say it out loud.
But no one dared to say it out loud. Wouldn't that be slapping the Demon City's face?
As expected, the faces of the people from the Thousand Demon City darkened. The Nine-Headed Qilin snorted coldly. Who dares to talk about me behind my back? Get out here.
Let's see if I don't kill you.
Is that so? Are you that powerful? I'm right here. Try and kill me.
On an empty arena, Lin Xuan walked up and looked at the Nine-Headed Qilin.
Come on, Ninth Young Master. Your ranking is so high that it's way higher than mine. I'm going to challenge you now. Do you dare?
When the surrounding people saw this, they were stunned.
Because they realized that the person who came up was the Sword Fanatic.
Heavens, is this Death God here again?
It can't be. Didn't he go against the Acheron Hall previously? Is he here to slap the Thousand Demon City's face now?
Can he really leave alive after offending so many Saint Cities?
You guys don't know this, right? This Sword Fanatic killed the Nine-Headed Qilin when he first came to the Heavenly Wind World.
Now, he's here purely to suppress the Nine-Headed Qilin.
What? Is there such a thing? The crowd was shocked and started discussing.
When the Nine-Headed Qilin saw the other party, his face turned ugly.
Damn it. He would never forget this person. This was the person who killed him. To think that he would dare to come out now.
Damn it. The Nine-Headed Qilin gritted his teeth. The eyes of the other powerful people from the Thousand Demon City lit up.
This is great. This is a good chance. Let's kill him quickly.
Some people stood up.
Lin Xuan wasn't afraid at all. Why, Nine-Headed Qilin, you don't dare to come out?
Since you don't dare to, you can kowtow to me and beg for mercy. If I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your life.
Lin Xuan's voice was unusually loud and clear. It spread across the world.
Even the people at the Extraterritorial Stand heard it. They took in a deep breath. Isn't this too arrogant?
The Nine-Headed Qilin snorted and gritted his teeth. Your battle record is too low. I can't be bothered to fight with you.
Lin Xuan laughed when he heard that. My record is low?
Yes, I only have a 20-match winning streak now, but so what? This record was won by my own hands, match after match.
Among them, there are more than 10 Saint Venerables who died in my hands.
What about you? What battle record do you have?
Don't you know how many battles you've won?
The person who lost to you is a secret expert of the Thousand Demon City, right?
He pretended to lose to you. Do you really think that you're a top expert?
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