Chapter 810
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A full hour later, the ground was littered with corpses, lying haphazardly in every direction, their blood having thoroughly dyed the earth a deep red. Ye Wushuang, clutching the Tian Ya Sword, was drenched in blood from head to toe. At that moment, the Tian Ya Sword was still embedded in the chest of a genius. The genius’s body twitched, blood gushed from his mouth, his face contorted in agony, and in the end, his breath left him.
At this moment, Li Wenbo, Qing Shiyu, and Chu Qingcheng, along with others, gathered around. Seeing Ye Wushuang in this state, they were all somewhat intimidated. Ye Wushuang, now a figure drenched in blood, truly resembled a demon god.
“Wushuang…” Qing Shiyu approached slowly, her face filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” Ye Wushuang replied, sheathing the Tian Ya Sword. Looking at his blood-soaked self, he couldn’t help but smile and say, “Did I scare you all?”
Li Wenbo quickly nodded in affirmation.
“Pathetic…” Su Jin Yue, upon seeing Ye Wushuang, couldn’t help but recall his demeanor after receiving the news earlier. Calm and composed, he had meticulously planned everything in a very short time. It seemed simple and effortless, but in reality, it was incredibly challenging. Yet Ye Wushuang had executed each step perfectly, waiting for Sheng Ge and Ling Zhongyun to fall into his trap. Could this be something a boy not yet seventeen could achieve? It was truly inconceivable.
Next, he collected the tokens and gathered the spirit points. Soon, Ye Wushuang’s spirit points broke through the ten-million mark. Originally, after slaying Sheng Ge, he had reached 7.8 million points. From Ling Zhongyun, he obtained over a million more, bringing the total to 8.95 million. And with the others combined…
It amounted to over four million!
Thus, Ye Wushuang’s spirit points soared to over thirteen million. When everyone saw this number, they were all stunned. Li Wenbo couldn’t help but swallow hard and exclaim, “In all the times the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest has been held, this is probably the first time spirit points have been counted in the millions!”
Chu Qingcheng, Shui Wanrong, and others also nodded in agreement. The most terrifying part was that it wasn’t one of the seven great sects’ prodigies who had reached this level, but… Ye Wushuang! The young man who had fought his way out from the Qingyun Empire.
“There’s still half a month left before the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest ends. After that, we can truly begin to temper ourselves,” Ye Wushuang said slowly. These days had been spent in constant combat. Now, with most of the prodigies and geniuses almost entirely wiped out, they were indeed safe.
“Let’s go!” The group of seven left immediately.
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The grand operation to slay the demon god Ye Wushuang suddenly fell silent. And within just five days, a terrifying piece of news spread from within the Youlong Mountain. The over two hundred participants in the mission to slay the demon god Ye Wushuang were all killed. This news shocked everyone to their core. Demon God Ye Wushuang! Now, the title truly fit him.
After the last batch of prodigies and geniuses met their end, Ye Wushuang and his companions vanished without a trace. In the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed, and the grand Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest, a three-month trial for disciples from a hundred nations and the seven great sects, was finally coming to an end.
At the exit of a tributary of Youlong Mountain, many high-ranking members of the seven great sects stayed behind to prevent any unexpected incidents. Meanwhile, top-tier figures from various factions were also arriving one after another. The exit area had been transformed into a massive plaza, with pavilions and towers surrounding it, all exuding an air of grandeur. Even though the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest lasted only three months and the stay here was brief, the standards were still impressive.
At the moment, on one side of the plaza, seven towering platforms rose from the ground. On these platforms stood warriors from the seven great sects. On the other three sides, there were many open-air pavilions, though most were not as grand as the platforms where the seven great sects’ members stood. These were occupied by top-tier warriors from various empires. With the end of the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest, they were entitled to witness the conclusion of the event. After all, the prodigies from within each empire also had a good chance of making it into the top seven.
At this moment, on the pavilion where the members of the Giant Sword Sect were gathered, there were dozens of people, either sitting or standing. Among them, three individuals were tacitly regarded as the leaders. Two of them were among the Giant Sword Sect’s ten great protectors: Lv Shanhai and Mu Junli. Both had made appearances at the beginning of the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest. In addition to them was a middle-aged man with a cold, aloof demeanor and a sharp face: Wang Bo-kun, also the father of Wang Teng. He, too, was one of the ten great protectors of the Giant Sword Sect, holding a high position and great power.
The three protectors waited quietly for the disciples to return from the exit. On the table in front of them, an array of exquisite delicacies was spread out. Lv Shanhai chuckled and said, “Brother Wang, this time, it seems that Wang Teng might secure a spot for our Giant Sword Sect. I just wonder which position among the top seven this young fellow will claim…”
