After Yuan Zhan defeated Zhong Li, Xiao Junyi was the next to step onto the battlefield. No one else stepped out, so he had the rare opportunity to choose his opponent.
Xiao Junyi chose Gui Chen of the Ancient Shaman Tribe from the Withered Road as his opponent.
Gui Chen was very skinny. Although he was quite handsome, he always gave off a faint sense of gloom. Moreover, he seemed to be very interested in Phoenix, who also came from the Immortal Village on the Withered Road. His eyes often stared at Phoenix.
When he walked out of the battlefield, his gaze on Xiao Junyi became even colder. Now that he had the initiative, he naturally wanted to challenge the weakest and most confident person. Did Xiao Junyi choose him because he thought he was the weakest person on the battlefield?
Many people did not understand why Xiao Junyi would choose Gui Chen as his opponent. This sinister fellow with mysterious powers gave off a very dangerous vibe. Of course, he would not be the weakest.
"You will suffer." Gui Chen's lips curled into a sinister smile. Xiao Junyi remained very calm when he heard his words. From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, his handsomeness gave people a feeling that he was as calm as still water. It was as if nothing could disturb him at all. He was extremely indifferent, giving people the impression that he was cold and emotionless.
The people from the Dawn Road naturally knew how dangerous Xiao Junyi was. He was not just cold, he was cold-blooded. However, no one could tell from his handsome face that he was cold-blooded.
Ignoring Gui Chen's words, a bamboo flute appeared in Xiao Junyi's hand. He placed it by his mouth and blew on it slowly. His clothes fluttered in the wind. His handsome face and elegant posture made him look like a gentleman.
Invisible spiritual energy seeped into Gui Chen's mind along with the sound. It seemed to turn into dark currents of death that invaded Gui Chen's spiritual energy.
A black aura appeared on Gui Chen's face and his expression became even more sinister. His opponent seemed to be adept at dark elemental powers, just like him.
Green flames appeared in Ye Futian's Spiritual Will and burned the dark air currents that had invaded his body like will-o '-the-wisps, causing the dark air currents to scatter in all directions. At the same time, there was a rustling sound as vines curled towards Xiao Junyi's body. These vines were not green, but had a strange luster. There seemed to be sharp thorns on the vines. They surrounded Xiao Junyi's body like venomous snakes, then buried themselves in his body.
"What kind of wood elemental power is this?"
"The Ancient Shaman Tribe specializes in Evil Elemental Power. It's definitely not just Wood Elemental Power. If I get entangled with them, I'm afraid I'll instantly lose my ability to fight."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield. The vines had turned into giant pythons that blotted out the sky. It was as if they had sealed off all of Xiao Junyi's escape routes. However, Xiao Junyi did not seem to notice them at all. He continued to play his flute.
Wisps of dark air flowed around his body, instantly drowning him like a black fog. When the python-like vines curled towards his body, they instantly turned black, withered, and then turned to ashes.
"What a powerful aura of death! He has actually cultivated the aura of death to such a level! Just how many people's blood has his hands been stained with?" The great figures of the Holy Zhi Palace looked at Xiao Junyi. Very few people cultivated the Aura of Death, and such cultivators were known as Necromancers. They were not accepted by the orthodox world of cultivation because to cultivate the Aura of Death, one had to come into contact with many dead people.
In the Barren State, there was a very terrifying cultivator of the Aura of Death. He was someone many people did not dare to offend — the Dark Sage.
Gui Chen frowned. The power he cultivated was also evil, but it was suppressed by Xiao Junyi's Aura of Death. Even if it was an evil elemental power, it still had life. However, Xiao Junyi's ability was to kill all life.
Voom. There was an explosion of fire. The python-like vines that continued to roll towards Xiao Junyi were set ablaze. The wood elemental and the fire elemental had always been incompatible. Wood would burn when it came into contact with fire. However, Gui Chen had attached his fire elemental spell to the wood elemental spell. In an instant, the space was lit up with ghostly flames. Colorful air currents floated out, heading towards Xiao Junyi.
Xiao Junyi was still playing the bamboo flute. The dark air currents around him grew stronger and stronger. They danced like black snakes, wrapping around him. When the endless dark air currents flowed, the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings seemed to have turned into dark Aura of Death. The flames burned but were extinguished immediately. Under the Aura of Death, there was no Spiritual Qi to support it, so spells were naturally unable to burn.
Xiao Junyi raised his feet and played the bamboo flute. He walked forward step by step. The dark Aura of Death flowed wildly around him. Wherever he passed, no spells could survive. They were all destroyed and extinguished. He walked out of the area covered by spells and walked towards Gui Chen. His steps were light and slow. It was obvious that he was very relaxed, but it sent chills down the spectators' spines.
The dark air currents around him turned into black pythons and then into black dragons. They galloped above the battlefield, covering the sky. The music was like the music of death.
Gui Chen was completely suppressed.
A terrifying dark shadow appeared behind Gui Chen. There was a huge picture on it. The evil elemental air currents flowed and turned into a huge and terrifying mark. It looked like the ancient runes of the Ancient Shaman Clan.
"It's the curse of the Ancient Shaman Clan." The eyes of the Holy Zhi Palace's cultivators flashed. The picture grew larger and larger. A destructive air current flowed into the picture. Gui Chen waved his hand and the curse flew towards Xiao Junyi.
The black dragons around Xiao Junyi roared angrily. Endless dark air currents passed through the curse. Then, the curse also turned black and disappeared. Gui Chen's face paled. Under the paleness, wisps of black air currents flashed on his face. He felt that his entire body had been corroded by the Aura of Death. His life force was weakening and being stripped away.
"I admit defeat," Gui Chen spat out with difficulty. If he didn't admit defeat, he would die. Xiao Junyi would really kill him.
What a terrifying guy. Countless people's hearts trembled. Xiao Junyi's power in this battle was terrifying.
Ye Futian also felt that Xiao Junyi was much stronger than he had been on the Holy Road. This was probably related to the massacre he had committed in the Holy Road. Too many people had died at Xiao Junyi's hands and had been turned into dead spirits by him.
"You're the heir of the Dark Sage, right?" someone from the Holy Zhi Palace asked.
"Yes," Xiao Junyi said, bowing. He had restrained his ability and was polite like a prince.
"I heard that you killed many people on the Holy Road," the cultivator said coldly. "The power of death is inhumane. Do you know your sin for cultivating such an ability?"
Xiao Junyi looked up at the cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace. His expression didn't change much. He said, "If you think I'm guilty, then does the Holy Zhi Palace also have a crime?"
"How dare you," the cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace scolded.
Xiao Junyi was not afraid at all. He continued to raise his head to look at Ye Futian and said slowly, "When I was on the Holy Road, I did everything within the rules of the Holy Zhi Palace. When the Holy Zhi Palace opened the Holy Road, experts from all over the Barren State stepped in to fight for the holy badges and relics. Countless people were killed. Among those who are still on the battlefield, who dares to say that there is no blood on their hands? That killing a hundred people is a crime, but killing ten is a crime? If I'm guilty, what about the Holy Zhi Palace that opened the Holy Road and set the rules? "
The cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace stared at Xiao Junyi coldly but couldn't refute his words.
"Continue," another cultivator said. The elder on the sky stairwell nodded. "Both of you, step down. The battle continues."
Xiao Junyi was right. Everything was under the rules. If the Holy Zhi Palace killed him, then what about the Holy Zhi Palace that set the rules? Wouldn't that be slapping themselves in the face?
Clearly, Gui Chen wasn't chosen. It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, but that the big figures from the Holy Zhi Palace didn't want to take him in.
Xiao Junyi turned and left the battlefield calmly. He knew that the Holy Zhi Palace couldn't touch him. They were a bunch of hypocrites.
Two figures flashed out at almost the same time. Many people were stunned. Their eyes fell on the youth in luxurious clothes. It was Huang Jiuge of the Sovereign Family.
Everyone looked at the figure opposite Huang Jiuge. This fatty was really unlucky to have encountered Huang Jiuge.
Yi Xiaoshi was also depressed. The opponent he'd encountered was quite strong.
Huang Jiuge was definitely one of the strongest on the battlefield. Many people saw him as one of the top three.
The Regal Vine Life Soul bloomed, and a gigantic Regal Ancient Tree appeared. Countless golden vines and leaves extended wildly, covering the sky as they grew wildly.
With a rustling sound, the terrifying golden vines fell like bolts of lightning towards Huang Jiuge.
A mighty Sovereign Qi appeared on Huang Jiuge's body, and it was as if he was clad in Sovereign Armor. Sovereign Swords appeared one by one, and Huang Jiuge pointed into the air. Instantly, the Sovereign Swords slashed out, and the tough golden vines were easily cut apart.
However, the vines that had been severed instantly grew again. More and more vines appeared, sealing Huang Jiuge's body. Even more vines shot out like endless golden spears, wanting to bury Huang Jiuge within.
The Sword of the Emperor slashed out wildly, but the more it cut, the more vines seemed to grow, growing wildly. Huang Jiuge snorted coldly, and suddenly, the sharp sword shot forward, but countless golden vines formed a golden tree wall. The Sword of the Emperor stabbed into it wildly, but it eventually disappeared within, and Yi Xiaoshi's figure could not be seen.
The wildly growing vines had devoured an unknown amount of Spiritual Qi. They grew so strong that they flooded the battlefield. Some of the vines wrapped around Huang Jiuge's legs. The sharp blades wanted to pierce through, but they could not penetrate the Emperor Armor. They could only wrap around his body and bury him within.
Boom! With a loud sound, the vines exploded. Huang Jiuge's body bloomed with an extremely strong light, like a true descendant of Renhuang. A figure appeared behind him, like Renhuang descending to the world. This figure emanated a terrifying pressure. At the same time, a sword appeared, like the Renhuang Sword, insufferably arrogant.
Huang Jiuge was not a pure swordsman, but there was a sword in his Life Spirit. Not only did he have one Life Spirit, but he had three.
The Sovereign Family, who had always called themselves descendants of Renhuang, called these three Life Spirits: Renhuang Body, Renhuang Sword, and Renhuang Bow!
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