A beautiful face but a snake's heart. They really weren't wrong. I never expected you to be this kind of person, miss. I must have been blind to choose to trust you back then!
Xiao Fan was so angry he could barely breathe.
Mo Tianxiao frowned slightly, carefully sizing Xiao Fan up before a look of sudden realization appeared on his face the next second. Oh!
I remember who you are!
Mo Tianxiao put on a shocked expression, his voice so loud it was as if he feared the people outside wouldn't hear him.
Aren't you Xiao Fan, the one who tricked me last time? No wonder I didn't recognize you right away. So you're wearing a disguise.
I say, Fellow Daoist Xiao Fan, this is the Central Divine Continent's bicentennial orthodox leader tournament. Everyone here is an orthodox cultivator from various factions. What is the meaning of you hiding your face and participating in the competition in disguise?
Or could it be that your true identity is too shameful to be seen?
Hmm?
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, Xiao Fan's heartbeat instantly skipped a beat, and he secretly thought to himself that things were looking bad.
Sure enough, because Mo Tianxiao did it deliberately, many spectators noticed that something was off about Xiao Fan.
Is there something wrong with this guy?
He probably has enemies in the audience and doesn't dare to reveal his true face. However, on such an occasion, even if he were discovered by his enemies, they wouldn't dare to jump out and cause trouble, right?
Who cares about him? I just want to watch the match.
High up on the platform, Zhang Wudao also noticed Xiao Fan's figure. He frowned slightly, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes as he instantly saw through Xiao Fan's disguise.
Xiao Fan? It's that traitor! He actually dares to come back?
Xiao Fan glanced at Zhang Wudao outside the arena and noticed his gaze turning sharp. His expression instantly darkened.
Was I still discovered?
Elders of the Star Palace, I advise you not to be deceived by this boy. This boy is named Xiao Fan. Back then, he was a disciple of my Supreme Dao Sect. Later, he betrayed us and defected to those bald donkeys, stole their supreme treasure, and then infiltrated the Star Palace. Be careful that your sect's ultimate treasure isn't targeted by this little thief.
Zhang Wudao carelessly exposed Xiao Fan's identity.
Normally, he would probably clear the sect's name with a single slap, but right now it was the orthodox leader tournament, and Xiao Fan was participating as a disciple of the Star Palace.
Even if he wanted to clean house, he would have to wait until the tournament was over.
The leading elder of the Star Palace cupped his hands toward Zhang Wudao. Thank you for the reminder, Vice Sect Master Zhang. Our Star Palace will be careful.
Oh, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Xiao Fan to have such a notorious track record. No wonder he robbed me of my wondrous item back then; it turns out he's a repeat offender.
Tsk tsk tsk, whoever becomes your master will have to be careful. Who knows what day they might get stabbed in the back by you.
Mo Tianxiao's eyes were full of disgust, as if he were looking at some kind of human scum.
Xiao Fan's appearance underwent a slight change, reverting to his original look. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared dead at Mo Tianxiao. You deserve to die!
If it weren't for this bastard in front of him, how could his identity have been exposed!
I didn't expect this person to be so vile. He's simply not fit to be human! To think he could betray such a good sect like the Supreme Dao Sect, it shows what kind of character he has.
Bah! This kind of guy is a typical ungrateful wretch, even more disgusting than demonic evil cultivators!
Hey!
How did this get dragged onto the noble demonic cultivators?
Mo Tianxiao felt a bit dissatisfied.
I want you dead!
Xiao Fan roared in anger, his figure turning into a blur as the spiritual energy around his body erupted with a bang. With ten-thousand-year profound ice in his left hand and a heaven and earth wondrous fire in his right, he launched an attack of ice and fire at Mo Tianxiao.
Right now, there was only one thought in his mind: kill the bastard in front of him!
For some reason, the guy in front of him gave him a sense of familiarity, a familiar aura that made him furious!
Go to hell!
Xiao Fan's furious and savage face was reflected in Mo Tianxiao's eyes.
[Exposing Xiao Fan's true face, making him a rat crossing the street that everyone shouts at, matches the villain's retaliatory behavior. Villain Points +1214!]
[The golden finger grandpa is overly disappointed. The Son of Destiny Xiao Fan's luck value has decreased, and the success rate of killing him has increased. Currently at 80%.]
The corners of Mo Tianxiao's mouth curled up slightly as he said in a contemptuous tone, In the end, he's unable to shoulder heavy responsibilities. Such a temperament is terrible!
Roar!!
A muffled dragon's roar sounded as Mo Tianxiao's figure coiled around to Xiao Fan's back like a swimming dragon, delivering an explosive kick containing annihilating energy right at his vital point.
Bang!!
The annihilation energy exploded instantly, bursting the magic pill into a bloody mist, and a miserable and familiar scream once again swept across the arena.
Ah!!!
Over a million spectators all gasped collectively. Elder Nan is so fierce!
Mo Tianxiao looked at Xiao Fan, who was rolling on the ground screaming, with a look of disdain. Did you really think you were the only Son of Destiny in the world? Fighting above your level whenever you want, who gave you that confidence?
If it were an ordinary contestant, Xiao Fan might have had a chance to defeat his opponent with his initial stage Primal Spirit strength.
But he clearly wasn't an ordinary contestant. Even if Xiao Fan was a Son of Destiny with many tricks up his sleeve, to still dare to be so arrogant with such a huge gap in cultivation base, did he really think he was some small fry?
Uh...
The referee looked at Xiao Fan rolling all over the floor in unbearable pain, feeling a bit speechless. What was the point of coming up if he was this weak?
He couldn't even take a single hit from his opponent.
Ahem, the Haoran Righteousness Sect wins!
Xiao Fan lost his combat ability and was dragged away by the people from the Star Palace with faces full of disgust, and the victory for this round naturally belonged to the Haoran Righteousness Sect.
Returning to the Haoran Righteousness Sect's contestant resting area, Mo Tianxiao still felt a bit unfulfilled. It was about time to kill this Xiao Fan.
The golden finger grandpa was probably completely disappointed in him by now, and the Supreme Dao Sect had their eyes on him as well. If he didn't find a chance to kill him soon, it would just be a bargain for the Supreme Dao Sect.
Sister Nan, I didn't expect you to be so formidable in combat as well? Your strikes are clean and decisive, I truly admire you.
Zhou Muxi praised with a smile.
Mo Tianxiao spread his hands. Sister Muxi, please don't tease me. Although I am not good at killing, with such a massive gap in cultivation, I couldn't possibly still lose, right?
I can only say that guy Xiao Fan was too confident.
Is that so?
Zhou Muxi didn't believe Mo Tianxiao's words at all. Regarding Xiao Fan, the intelligence she had gathered didn't say he was this weak; fighting above his level was as easy as drinking water for him.
Yet he was instantly defeated by Sister Nan in a single move.
This Xiao Fan still wanted to kill you, Sister. With this kind of strength, he actually has the nerve to come out and make a fool of himself.
Huang Xiaoyao raised her head. Sister is just too kind. If it were me in the arena, I would have killed him directly.
Mo Tianxiao patted Huang Xiaoyao's head and smiled. He can't be killed here.
Once the remnant soul of the Great Emperor was exposed, there probably wouldn't be a share left for him.
The tournament continued, and Mo Tianxiao didn't make a move in the remaining matches.
Although the Star Palace's strength was decent, it was still a bit lacking compared to the Haoran Righteousness Sect.
The other two advancing teams, without exception, were the Heavenly Secret Pavilion and the Supreme Dao Sect.
The top three sects were locked in, and what followed was the battle for the champion, runner-up, and second runner-up positions.
Because the Supreme Dao Sect was the leader from the previous tournament, they would advance directly, while the Haoran Righteousness Sect would compete against the Heavenly Secret Pavilion to determine the winner. The victorious sect would then battle the Supreme Dao Sect for the position of the orthodox leader.
Several days passed in a flash, and the spiritual light dot on the Soul Tracking Map in Mo Tianxiao's hand finally began to move.
Is he finally making his escape? I thought he was a real idiot.
Standing up, Mo Tianxiao looked at Zhou Muxi, Huang Xiaoyao, and the others. I have some important matters to attend to, but it will not delay the competition.
Big Dragon, come with me.
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