Chapter 1468

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Arena Competition

One Split into Thirty!

Seeing Cao Rong display this move, many martial artists' eyes were moved.

At their level of cultivation, creating clones was not considered a rare secret technique. However, to be able to create 85 clones at once was a little powerful. This Cao Rong was indeed a Heavenly Saint level powerhouse.

Whoosh!

The thirty clones landed on the thirty arenas. Cao Rong was expressionless and his gaze was cold.

On the seventh arena, Cao Rong glanced at the remaining martial artists below the arena and continued, "Before the competition begins, I will give you a number."

As he spoke, Cao Rong waved his sleeve and a hundred light spots appeared.

The light spots landed on Zhuowen's chest and the number '60' appeared on his chest.

"I will decide your opponent. I will draw lots to pair you up."

"The first round, number one versus number seventy-five."

Just as Cao Rong finished speaking, two young men flew out from below the arena. The two of them looked at each other cautiously as the origin energy in their bodies surged.

The two of them weren't weak. They were both around the Eighth Heaven Emperor Realm.

"Begin!"

Cao Rong announced indifferently. Immediately, light spots shot out from the glabella of the two of them as they activated their respective armor souls.

From their attire, one could tell that one of them should be a core disciple of the Divine College while the other should be a disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall.

Both of them had similar cultivation levels. Naturally, they wanted to end the battle quickly from the start and use their strongest trump cards. Otherwise, it would be a waste of energy if the battle dragged on. After all, there were still many battles to be fought.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! The two of them quickly launched their attacks. Powerful shockwaves from the collision affected the entire space around the arena.

After dozens of exchanges, the disciple of the Divine Fine Divine Academy was slightly inferior. The disciple of the Azure Dragon Hall found an opening and punched out, heavily smashing into the chest of the Divine Fine Divine Academy disciple.

Pfft!

The disciple of the Divine College spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out with a groan.

"Victory for number one."

Cao Rong was expressionless. Just as he finished speaking, a ray of light shot out from the defeated disciple of the Divine College and entered the body of the Blue Dragon Hall's disciple.

Due to the golden ray of light, the disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall clenched his fists and looked excited. A golden light spot started to appear between his glabella.

Zhuowen looked at the scene and pondered. The moment the Divine College's Blue Dragon Hall's disciple, he could feel the Saint Aura from the Blue Dragon Hall's disciple became more obvious and stronger. That was the effect of the Saint Luck.

On the other hand, the Saint Luck of the disciple who had failed was extremely dim. It was obvious that most of his Saint Luck had been taken away by the Azure Dragon Hall disciple.

The eyes of Shui Zhe, the strongest person in the seventh arena, lit up like never before. He murmured, "Stealing Saint Luck?"

"Studio Studio Number 60.

After a battle ended, Cao Rong spoke again. Zhuo Wen took a step forward and directly leaped onto the arena.

At this moment, on the other side of the stage, a man who looked to be in his thirties also jumped onto the stage.

"A disciple of the League of Assassins?"

Zhuowen looked at the 'Kill' word on the man's chest and immediately knew that this man was a disciple of the League of Assassins.

When Zhuowen was attacked by the six Saints, he had used his Demon Dao Doppelganger to investigate the situation of the other Secluded Realms. He had a good understanding of the various Secluded Realms.

The strength of the disciple of the League of Assassins was only at the Eighth Level Great Emperor Realm. In the League of Assassins, he could only be considered above average.

"You've concealed your cultivation?"

As soon as the man came up, he realized that he couldn't see through the cultivation of the young man in front of him.

"Begin!"

Cao Rong glanced at Zhuowen because even he couldn't sense the specific cultivation of the young man in front of him. However, he was sure that the young man in front of him had not reached the Saint Realm.

"What an interesting young man. It seems that his concealment secret technique is quite advanced. Even I can't see through it."

Cao Rong thought to himself. However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, there was a huge difference between a Saint Realm cultivator and a Saint Realm cultivator. Although Zhuowen's concealment secret technique wasn't bad, his main focus was on the few geniuses who had become Saints.

"Remember my name. I'm Wei Han. Otherwise, you won't know who killed you when you go to hell."

Whoosh!

After saying that, Wei Han released his Armor Soul. He was very cautious. Although he knew that Zhuowen had used a concealment technique, he didn't dare to be careless.

His Armor Soul was a cloud of black mist. As soon as the cloud of black mist appeared, it attached itself to his body. Then, Wei Han's aura became indistinct and he immediately disappeared from the spot.

"So fast!

Although Wei Han's cultivation is only at the Eighth Level Great Emperor Realm, his assassination technique is probably a threat to a Ninth Level Great Emperor Realm cultivator. "

Below the arena, many cultivators revealed looks of amazement. Clearly, Wei Han's performance was quite stunning.

Whoosh!

Another air-rending sound rang out. Behind Zhuowen, a cloud of black mist suddenly spread out. Then, a right hand holding a dagger directly swept towards Zhuowen's neck.

Zhuo Wen remained as still as a mountain. When the dagger was about to reach him, he only threw out a light punch. He did not use any cultivation method or martial arts. He did not even use any secret techniques. It was just a simple and unadorned punch.

"This guy is too arrogant. He didn't even use a technique."

On the stage, many cultivators secretly shook their heads. Even Cao Rong had a mocking look on his face.

Crack!

When the punch was thrown out, the sound of bones cracking could be heard. Then, a heart-wrenching scream came from the cloud of black mist.

Wei Han actually held his right arm as he retreated and landed outside the arena.

However, just as Wei Han was about to land outside the ring, Zhuo Wen's right hand hooked and grabbed Wei Han's right hand like an eagle's claw. Then, his left fist, which had been accumulating power, flew out with a rumble.

Puchi!

The punch landed on Wei Han's chest. Suddenly, Wei Han spat out a mouthful of blood. His body collapsed and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

As soon as Wei Han died, the Saint Luck on his body seemed to have lost its owner and rushed to Zhuowen's body. At the same time, a golden dot of light appeared between Zhuowen's eyebrows.

Since Wei Han was a disciple of the League of Assassins and had threatened to kill him, Zhuowen naturally wouldn't show any mercy.

Of course, as long as it was a disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall, Hundred Flowers Park, Undying Altar, League of Assassins and Yaksha Sea, Zhuowen wouldn't let any of them go. Especially Shui Zhe, who was the strongest person on the seventh stage, Zhuowen wouldn't let him go.

Hiss!

Looking at Wei Han who had died without an intact corpse, many people sucked in a breath of cold air as they stared at Zhuo Wen in fear.

"Who is this guy? He's so ruthless. He actually killed him."

Cao Rong's eyes were calm. Before the battle began, he didn't say anything to stop Shui Zhe from killing.

Shui Zhe, who was standing quietly at the same spot, narrowed his eyes and took another look at Zhuo Wen. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The battle continued. It was inevitable that there would be some casualties in this kind of battle. In addition, Cao Rong didn't forbid killing, so the battle was extremely intense.

Among the many stages, the most ruthless battle was in the sixth stage. The strongest person on this stage was Mo Wen from the Barren Island.

Most of the time, Mo Wen would take someone's life. However, if one looked carefully, they would see that Mo Wen's targets were very regular. Basically, he would choose the disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall, Undying Altar, Hundred Flowers Park, League of Assassins and Yaksha Sea.

Of course, because there were five forces, no one paid too much attention to it.

Not only Mo Wen, but Mo Wen from the Great Leiyin Temple, Mo Lingtian, Jia Nan, Gatha, Mo Yan Wushang and even Lü Hantian from the Saint Physique all had the same goal. They were all targeting the disciples of the five major forces.

As the competition continued, the leaders of the five major factions finally realized that something was amiss. This was because in their respective factions, other than a few top and elite disciples, the other weaker disciples were all dead.

"Looks like the disciples of the Jia Shen Academy have a good relationship with Zhuowen. They actually dared to kill the disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall." Sapphire Shore said with a slightly ugly expression.

"I heard that Yan Ji's new disciple, Lü Hantian, has the Saint Physique and has already become a Saint. He's very powerful. This guy is the one who killed the most crazily. Moreover, he seems to be targeting the disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall." Elder Reiwa said indifferently.

"Hmph, they're all little bastards related to Zhuowen."

Sapphire Shore quickly calmed down. The people that Lü Hantian and the others killed were all unimportant characters of the Blue Dragon Hall. It wasn't a pity that he died.

If possible, he would send a sound transmission to Qing Longzi. At that time, if he encountered these people, he wouldn't be merciful and would kill them all.

"Also, the Mo Wen on the deserted island seems to be targeting the five major forces." Reiwa looked at the Mo Wen on the sixth stage with some doubt and frowned.

Sapphire Shore didn't think too much about it and said indifferently, "Mo Wen has always been unscrupulous. They kill whenever they want. The Mo Wen's Mo Qi is monstrous and unruly. I'm afraid it's normal for him to kill his opponents."

"Number 30 against number 87."

On the seventh stage, Cao Rong shouted again. Shui Zhe suddenly jumped up and landed on the stage.

"It's Shui Zhe from the Undying Sacred Altar in the Netherworld Realm. His cultivation is at the half-step Saint Realm. He's very powerful."

When Shui Zhe went up, it immediately caused an uproar in the crowd. They were chattering like little birds and looked at Shui Zhe's opponent with pity.

"I give up!"

Shui Zhe's opponent was a rogue cultivator. He frowned and immediately gave up without even fighting.

After he gave up, a part of his Saint Luck suddenly separated and entered Shui Zhe's body.

After Shui Zhe's battle ended, it was finally Zhuowen's turn.

"Number 60 Wen Zhuo against number 82 Liu Yang."