Chapter 672: Chapter 542
Luotian Peak.
Already, a hundred Outer Disciples had gathered at the Outer Sect plaza.
These one hundred Outer Disciples were all elite disciples from the Luotian Peak Outer Sect, with the lowest among them being at the Martial Master Eighth Layer Realm, and over half of them being at the Earth Martial Master Ninth Layer Realm.
Among them, the aura of several people was extremely powerful, surpassing all others; their cultivations had reached the level of Half-step Heavenly Martial Master.
In front of the crowd, stood more than a dozen Outer Elders, and leading them was a middle-aged man in a blue robe, who was an Inner Sect Elder.
"Everyone, follow me to Haotian Peak!" the middle-aged man in the blue robe surveyed the crowd and spoke loudly.
"Yes, Elder Wei!" the crowd responded.
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, suddenly, a brown figure flashed and abruptly appeared in front of him.
This brown figure was a tall, old man past his prime.
Elder Wei was slightly stunned, then immediately bowed to the old man, saying, "Greetings, Great Elder!"
"Greetings, Great Elder!"
The other Outer Elders and all one hundred Outer Disciples also bowed to the old man in succession; this aged man was the Great Elder Zhu Wen of Luotian Peak.
"Hmm!"
Zhu Wen nodded slightly, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the crowd and said loudly, "In this Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition, you must showcase the prestige of our Luotian Peak."
"Great Elder, rest assured, besides the main Haotian Peak, none of the other seven peaks are our match!"
"Indeed, our Luotian Peak is powerful; we even fear not Haotian Peak!"
"This Martial Arts Competition is the time for our Luotian Peak to truly establish our reputation."
The disciples all spoke out in response, each brimming with confidence, as the strength of Luotian Peak this time was truly formidable.
In this Martial Arts Competition, among Luotian Peak’s one hundred disciples, sixty-eight possessed cultivation at Earth Martial Master Ninth Layer, and half of these sixty-eight had reached the Earth Martial Master Ninth Layer Peak.
Additionally, there were eight who had reached Half-step Heavenly Martial Master, and amongst these hundred disciples, there were several monstrous talents whose combat power far exceeded their own Cultivation Realm.
"Hmm!"
Zhu Wen nodded, very pleased inwardly. After a brief pause, he spoke again in a cold voice, "During the competition, if you encounter disciples from Sky-reaching Peak, you need not hold back. Swords have no eyes; if they are killed, then they are killed!"
Zhu Wen intended for his disciples to eliminate one or two disciples from Sky-reaching Peak during the competition, as casualties in such events were quite normal.
Later, surely even Huangfu Qing would have nothing to say!
"Heh heh, rest assured, Great Elder!"
"Great Elder, even if you hadn’t mentioned it, we wouldn’t hold back!"
"Indeed, disciples from Sky-reaching Peak are arrogant and conceited, overly self-important, they have killed many of our Luotian Peak disciples over the past years; this time, they had better pray not to encounter me!"
All the Luotian Peak disciples were manifested with a rising murderous intent, each itching to try their luck, they had long been displeased with the people from Sky-reaching Peak!
"Brother Xiao, I wonder if Yang Chen will participate in this Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition?" among the crowd, Jiang Chi spoke to the person beside him, Xiao Xuanyi.
Jiang Chi and Xiao Xuanyi, both disciples of Luotian Peak and with cultivation at Earth Martial Master Ninth Layer, were naturally participating in this competition.
On hearing Jiang Chi mention Yang Chen, Xiao Xuanyi’s face immediately darkened, a murderous intent flickering in his eyes. Not only did Yang Chen kill his cousin Tao Wei, but he even seized Tao Wei’s corpse, which caused the fury in his heart to boil like a volcano.
However, within the Heavenly Spirit Sect, Xiao Xuanyi dared not act against Yang Chen, thus, he had been suppressing the killing intent in his heart.
"He will definitely participate; this time, I will dismember him into thousands of pieces and crush his bones to ashes!"
Xiao Xuanyi’s voice was chilling to the bone; this Martial Arts Competition was also a chance for him, and if Yang Chen participated, he could avenge this great vendetta.
Otherwise, with Yang Chen’s terrifying talent, if time passed, he might no longer have the opportunity for revenge!
On hearing this, Jiang Chi sighed inwardly, feeling sad for Yang Chen. In this Martial Arts Competition, even if Yang Chen did not die, he would likely barely escape with his life!
At this moment, the Great Elder Zhu Wen had already left, and Elder Wei coughed lightly, shouting loudly: "Everyone, let’s set off!"
Then, Elder Wei and the other Outer Elders led the one hundred disciples towards Haotian Peak.
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Haotian Peak.
In an exquisite pavilion, stood two young men.
These two young men, one dressed in black with a stern face, and the other in brocade garments with a handsome appearance.
The young man in brocade clothing was none other than Hou Jun, who was previously thrashed by Yang Chen.
"Brother Gong, this time in the Martial Arts Competition, you must help me kill Yang Chen." Hou Jun said through gritted teeth to the young man in black.
Currently, Hou Jun’s features were somewhat gaunt; ever since Yang Chen had disabled his limbs and limb meridians, his limb meridians had not yet recovered.
Not only had the physical injuries not healed, but the emotional scars were even greater, filling him with a deep-seated hatred for Yang Chen - a hatred that not even the mightiest river could wash away. Unless Yang Chen was killed, his heart would not be at peace!
The young man in black frowned slightly upon hearing this and asked, "Didn’t the master say that Yang Chen has been punished?"
"That punishment? That’s not a punishment!"
Upon hearing this, anger showed on Hou Jun’s face as he said: "My father only used a shout to injure Yang Chen, but Huangfu Qing, that old man, is way too strong. With one move, he sent my father flying five thousand miles, and my father said to let the matter rest!"