The masters on the Spirit Stream List all had good eyesight, so naturally, they were able to see through this.
This time, Lu Ye had taken the initiative to challenge the various Sects of Myriad Demon Ridge. Although he had been forced to do so, it was actually an opportunity for him to accumulate a bit of invincibility.
It was just that he didn't know this.
Of course, if he wanted to accumulate strength, he first had to survive.
Although Lu Ye had frightened the Myriad Demon Ridge side during the day and no one dared to challenge him, in fact, the situation hadn't improved much for him. In fact, it had even worsened a bit.
Because of the battle during the day, the Myriad Demon Ridge side had basically figured out Lu Ye's foundation and could now better target him.
At this moment, no one dared to challenge Lu Ye because there were some disputes and disagreements between the various Sects of Myriad Demon Ridge and several Spirit Stream List masters were trying to mediate.
In the end, it was the top twenty Masters who spoke up, "Then it's decided. No matter who killed Lu Ye, they will get 20% of the reward, and the rest will be divided equally among the Sects who contributed. Does anyone have any objections?"
When he said this, he coldly glanced at the stewards of the various forces around him.
The disagreements and disputes on the Myriad Demon Ridge side were mainly about the reward for killing Lu Ye. Everyone had seen the battle during the day and only a few people had survived. Each Sect could only fight once, so if a disciple they sent out died, they wouldn't have the chance to receive the reward.
This led to everyone wanting to take advantage of the situation …
If this problem wasn't resolved, it would be difficult for the Myriad Demon Ridge side to work together; after all, the rewards added up were too great, and no one was willing to become someone else's stepping stone.
The decision that the one who killed Lu Ye would take twenty percent of the reward, and the rest would be divided equally among the Sects who contributed was supported by everyone.
In this way, even if their disciples failed to kill Lu Ye, as long as they contributed, they would be able to get a share of the benefits.
"If there are no objections, then arrange for your own people to find a way to break his fangs. Whoever breaks his fangs will get an extra ten percent after this!" The master said coldly.
The strength displayed by Lu Ye had made Myriad Demon Ridge abandon any plans to take his life in a certain battle. Although he was only a Fifth-Order cultivator, he was far stronger than an average Sixth-Order cultivator. Unless a Seventh-Order master took action, it was impossible to be his opponent. As such, Myriad Demon Ridge had divided the matter of killing Lu Ye into two parts.
A moment later, Lu Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage, slowly stood up and swallowed the dried meat in his mouth.
Eating was to replenish his physical strength and to refine his essence into qi. He couldn't completely rely on spirit pills to replenish his spiritual energy. His Talent Tree had lost its ability to burn pill toxins. If he took too many spirit pills, it would cause his spiritual energy to become obscure and affect his combat ability.
Now, his spiritual energy was no longer as pure as before because he had consumed a lot of spiritual pills during his escape.
Although the effect of transforming energy into qi was much worse, it was better than nothing. Moreover, with the assistance of the Gluttonous Meal, he could digest things very quickly.
Another person from Myriad Demon Ridge jumped out. Lu Ye looked over and saw that it was a Weapon Cultivator holding a long spear.
As usual, he exchanged greetings with the other party. The opponent rushed towards him, the long spear in his hand flashing as he attacked Lu Ye's vital points.
After a few dozen breaths, the Weapon Cultivator was cut down to the ground …
Lu Ye didn't continue fighting because he found that the effect of his display of strength during the day was not obvious, so he simply didn't want to waste his energy. These guys from Myriad Demon Ridge didn't seem to be afraid of death.
This might have something to do with the special environment of the Spirit Stream Battlefield. The two camps here had been fighting each other all year round. Every cultivator who reached the Sixth-Order had to kill their way to the top, so life and death battles with their enemies were commonplace for them.
Thinking back to the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators he had killed before, it seemed that very few of them had begged for mercy before dying. Most of them had said ruthless words before they died. For example, Dong Shu Ye had said before he died that he would wait for Lu Ye on the Yellow Springs Road, even though it was useless …
Because everyone knew that begging for mercy was useless if they couldn't escape after being defeated by a cultivator from the enemy camp.
This created a kind of ruthlessness in the cultivators of the Nine Regions. The higher one's cultivation was, the more obvious it was.
Rest, kill the enemy, rest again, and kill the enemy again …
Over and over again, fresh lives jumped up one after another. Most of them turned into corpses, and only a few managed to escape.
The sky gradually brightened, and the losses of Myriad Demon Ridge continued to increase. However, this didn't seem to have much of an impact on the latecomers. Those who jumped up were scared, but this didn't affect their determination to fight.
Another night fell.
The ground of the arena was covered in blood, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air. It was so thick that it seemed impossible to disperse.
Near the Grand Heaven Alliance camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a Spirit Stone in each hand. There was still a piece of jerky in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed. His head was lowered as he took a nap.
After fighting for two days and one night in a row, he was already very tired, so he had to rest every time he fought, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to rest for a while.
As for recovery … under the automatic operation of Gluttony Meal, he didn't need to worry about it after swallowing a Spirit Pill.
Wei Yang looked at him from the side with a pained expression. After such a long battle, it was inevitable that Lu Ye would be injured. Under normal circumstances, Wei Yang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the restriction of the Heaven's Secret Contract, Lu Ye could not borrow any external help. Even his wounds were bandaged by himself.
His clothes had long been stained red with blood and were thrown away by him. His upper body was wrapped in some cotton cloth, and his wounds were covered with the healing powder that Hua Ci had given him.
"How many matches has it been?" Someone asked Li Baxian.
Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips, "Thirty-two matches!"
"Thirty-two matches!" The person who asked the question took a light breath and looked at Lu Ye with a complicated expression. What an amazing record this was.
It must be known that this was thirty-two matches of cross-realm battles. According to the current frequency, they should be able to fight forty matches by dawn!
Previously, when the two sides signed the Heavenly Mystery Contract, only forty-three Sects had left their names on it.
No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three matches. Even Li Baxian didn't think this would happen. He thought that if Lu Ye could survive the three-day limit, he would win.
If Li Baxian didn't think of this, then the Myriad Demon Ridge side naturally didn't. What kind of person could fight forty-three matches without losing? Such a thing had never happened in the Cultivation World of the Nine Provinces. In the eyes of the Myriad Demon Ridge Masters who led this matter, Lu Ye was dead for sure.
But everyone underestimated Lu Ye's killing speed. Those Sixth-Order Realm cultivators were often cut down by Lu Ye in a very short time.
Only half of the three-day limit had passed, and thirty-two matches had already been fought. On the Heavenly Mystery Contract, there were only eleven Sects that hadn't fought.
Even if more cultivators from both sides heard the news and gathered here, causing the number of people on the golden light to exceed four thousand, as long as Lu Ye was still alive after forty-three matches, he would win.
No matter how unwilling the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators were, they didn't dare to do anything. Because of the restrictions of the Heavenly Mystery Contract, if they tried to attack Lu Ye, not only would they be attacked by Grand Heaven Alliance, but the forty-three Sects that had left their names on the Heavenly Mystery Contract, as well as the Masters on the Spirit Stream List, would also attack them.
This was the justice of the Heavenly Mystery Contract, and no one was allowed to provoke it.
There were only eleven matches left until the final victory, but Li Baxian's heart was becoming more and more uneasy. He didn't know if his Little Junior Brother could continue, because the Spirit Aura around his Little Junior Brother's body had become somewhat obscure. This was caused by the large number of Spirit Pills he had swallowed. This undoubtedly had a great impact on his Little Junior Brother, as the obscurity of his Spirit Aura would affect his strength. The most obvious point was that Lu Ye's killing speed had slowed down. His saber wasn't as sharp as before, and his speed wasn't as fast as before.
Every battle took longer and longer, and the longer the battle, the greater his consumption and the more Spirit Pills he needed to replenish his Spirit Aura. This was a vicious cycle.
After an incense stick's worth of time, Wei Yang couldn't bear it, but she still gently poked Lu Ye, "Little Junior Brother."
Lu Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with exhaustion. At first, he was at a loss, but then he reacted and swallowed the dried meat in his mouth. He stood up with his saber and looked at the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators opposite him, saying the same words he had said more than thirty times, "Blue Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"
The battle began again. On the stage, saber lights flashed and figures rushed forward, blood splattering everywhere.
One battle after another began, then subsided, and the sky lit up again.
On the stage, a petite figure moved like lightning, jumping around Lu Ye at an extremely fast speed.
Lu Ye had several wounds on his body, and his flesh was torn apart. These were all caused by his opponent. He held his saber and stood quietly in place.
After fighting so many battles, he finally met his first opponent who was difficult to deal with.
This was a Yao cultivator with two furry ears on his head. He looked like a cat, but it wasn't a big deal. The key was that this guy was as agile as a cat.
In terms of speed, Lu Ye wouldn't be able to beat him even at his peak. This guy must be one of the Myriad Demon Ridge's trump cards. They hadn't let her fight before because Lu Ye was in a good state. Now that Lu Ye was exhausted, the Myriad Demon Ridge probably felt that it was time to let this cat demon out.
Once this trump card was brought out, Lu Ye fell into a passive position. He wasn't as fast as his opponent, and after several slashes, not only did he fail to kill his opponent, but he also exposed openings. This was how the wounds on his body came about.
Another round of fast and dazzling exchanges ensued. When Lu Ye's saber fell, it left behind an afterimage. At the same time, pain came from his waist.
He kicked out, and the cat demon blocked it with both hands. She flew back and landed nimbly.
Lu Ye staggered back, his saber stabbing into the ground. He almost fell to his knees, causing Wei Yang to cry out in alarm.
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