Wu Tianjiang Bids Farewell to the Old Year

Xu Mu revealed a faint smile at Bai Qingyuan in the distance.

Speaking of which, he was still quite puzzled by this woman's information as he checked her using the Eye of God.

Name: Bai Qingyuan

Identity: Disciple of the Cold Immortal Sect, female lead of The Descent of the Dragon King.

Favorability: 0

Destiny Level: 6 (Max Level 10)

Logically speaking, a genius like her shouldn't have such a low Destiny Level.

Xu Mu had a guess that Bai Qingyuan, like Xiao Ran before her, had died halfway through the story.

However, Xu Mu didn't know the subsequent plot, nor did he know what had happened.

The battle had already begun.

Yun Yao versus Wang Taolue.

Although Wang Taolue had some popularity, he was still far inferior compared to Yun Yao.

From outside the arena, only Yun Yao's name could be heard.

Above the white clouds.

Wang Chi's face was extremely ugly. He had finally managed to win a chance for revival, only to encounter Yun Yao.

If he had encountered a ragtag bunch like Xu Mu or Wu Tian, perhaps Wang Taolue could have entered the top three.

Now that he met Yun Yao, there was a high probability he would be eliminated again.

Yun Yao was different from Jiang Cisui. When facing an expert of similar caliber, he would not show any mercy.

He drew his longsword and continuously slashed out several streams of sword qi. His figure flickered, closely following behind the sword qi.

Wang Taolue immediately raised his hand and drew a talisman in front of him.

A talisman accompanied by lightning appeared in front of him. Lightning Shield Talisman!

Bang, bang, bang...

The talisman blocked all the incoming sword qi.

But the next moment, Yun Yao appeared right before his eyes. Sword Wind Flower!

Clang, clang, clang!

Around Yun Yao, countless sword qi storms appeared, spreading outward irregularly.

These streams of sword qi centered on Yun Yao, resembling a blooming flower.

Crack!

The talisman tore apart at a visible rate and finally shattered completely.

Wang Taolue immediately used all his strength to resist the sword qi, but he was still sent flying by the sword qi storm.

He immediately adjusted his posture in mid-air, but Yun Yao gave him no chance at all, his body shooting forward like a golden sword.

Swish!

With a flash of light, the longsword in Yun Yao's hand instantly thrust towards Wang Taolue's chest.

A flame shield appeared in front of Wang Taolue, temporarily blocking Yun Yao's longsword.

Buzz!

A bizarre energy suddenly circulated around Wang Taolue's body.

Swoosh!

Yun Yao's figure vanished from in front of Wang Taolue. Flame-Slaying Sword!

Boom!

His figure appeared above Wang Taolue, his longsword flashing with cold energy.

The cold energy instantly sliced through the flames on Wang Taolue's body, the sword qi striking right above his head.

Wang Taolue looked up, watching helplessly as the sword qi fell.

The next moment.

His body was transferred out of the formation by the surrounding elders.

Just like when we fought before, you still couldn't avoid the gap when releasing your spiritual cultivation method.

Yun Yao sheathed his longsword and walked towards the outside of the arena.

The crowd in the audience seats all cheered upon seeing this.

Especially the women, who went completely crazy.

Seeing this, Xu Mu also shook his head slightly. As expected of the previous champion, his overall strength was on a different level.

He felt that whether it was Fu Jinyu at the mid-stage of the Mortal Shedding Realm or Tong Guoguo, it would be extremely difficult for them to defeat him.

Sometimes, Xu Mu even felt a bit of pity for these foreign races. Their strongest female emperor was inferior to a young man from a Yanhuang sect.

No wonder those foreign races didn't dare to come out and cause trouble. If Xu Mu were the boss of a foreign race and saw how domineering the younger generation of the Yanhuang descendants was, who would dare to court death?

Above the white clouds.

Ning Kai began to mock, I don't even know what the point of revival is. Isn't this just feeding kills?

You...

Wang Chi's face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect Wang Taolue's luck to be so bad, but he had nothing to say.

In the arena.

Wu Tian and Jiang Cisui came onto the stage together.

Xu Mu crossed his arms, staring unblinkingly at the arena.

His perception allowed him to hear the conversations of the surrounding crowd, which was that this battle would be an instant kill.

Because Wu Tian, like Xu Mu, was previously in the Grandmaster competition, which meant he was one realm lower than Jiang Cisui.

Only Xu Mu knew that this battle would definitely not be that simple.

After all, the Wu Tian before him was the male protagonist.

Jiang Cisui yawned and then walked towards Wu Tian. In his eyes, this was also a simple game.

Watching Jiang Cisui approach, a wicked curve appeared on the corner of Wu Tian's mouth.

Recently, he had obtained a tremendous fortuitous encounter and just wanted to test his abilities.

Swish!

When Jiang Cisui was five meters away from Wu Tian, he suddenly attacked him.

Seeing this, Wu Tian immediately reacted.

But he still underestimated Jiang Cisui's speed. The opponent's fist had already landed on his chest.

Wu Tian quickly spread his arms. Demonic Evil Art!

His body began to release black mist outward.

When Jiang Cisui's fist touched Wu Tian's body, he suddenly realized that the opponent felt illusory, with no sensation of hitting anything at all.

Not only that, but the black mist on the opponent's body seemed to have an adsorbing ability, as if trying to suck Jiang Cisui in entirely.

He immediately retreated, dodging over ten meters away.

Wu Tian grinned and took the initiative to attack Jiang Cisui.

Seeing this, Jiang Cisui raised his hands, overlapping them.

Bang!

Suddenly, an ice dragon shot out from his palms toward Wu Tian.

A longsword appeared in Wu Tian's hand. His figure dodged rapidly, leaving afterimages everywhere in the air.

Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Wu Tian arrived in front of Jiang Cisui. The longsword in his hand, wrapped in black light, thrust toward Jiang Cisui.

Jiang Cisui also took out a longsword, quickly raising his hand and effortlessly blocking Wu Tian's sword.

It's over.

Just as Jiang Cisui finished speaking, the ice dragon had already turned around and crashed into Wu Tian's back.

Wu Tian's smile grew even wider as the blackness on his body continued to release.

Swoosh!

The ice dragon crashed into Wu Tian's back as if entering a bottomless abyss. The entire dragon drilled into the black mist and then vanished.

Wu Tian was completely unharmed.

At the same time, Wu Tian's longsword, enveloped in blackness, had already sliced through Jiang Cisui's weapon.

Even though Jiang Cisui quickly retreated, a slit was still cut into the clothes on his chest.

A thin line of blood appeared on his exposed chest, followed by blood slowly trickling down.

Seeing this, the spectating crowd all let out a gasp of surprise.

Who exactly was this man to actually injure a top-tier expert like Jiang Cisui?

Xu Mu's expression didn't change at all; this was all within his expectations.

Jiang Cisui looked down at the wound on his chest. He also found it somewhat unbelievable, and immediately began to laugh at Wu Tian, You... are interesting!

His expression was somewhat jubilant. His figure flickered rapidly, his speed unknown times faster than before.

Boom!

Before Wu Tian could even react, he took a punch to the face and was sent flying backward.

Before he even landed, Jiang Cisui caught up again and delivered another punch.

Finally, Wu Tian's body flew around in the sky like a rubber ball.

Old man, do me a favor! Let me steady myself.

Wu Tian murmured softly.