Chapter 818

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Shi Wuheng glanced around once more and lowered his voice even further, saying, “This Ye Wushuang… don’t you think he’s killed too many people?”

Too many?

It was far more than just “too many”!

The pride and prodigies from the Seven Great Sects and the Hundred Nations—almost all of them had fallen at his hands, hadn’t they?

Shi Wuheng continued, “With so many people killed, just how high must his Spirit Points have reached?”

At these words, Su Xuanye’s expression froze.

Indeed!

The leaders of the sects and nations were all still immersed in the frustration, anger, and sorrow of losing their own prodigies. No one had considered this issue.

Ye Wushuang had killed so many people. Just how high had his own Spirit Points risen?

Could it possibly… surpass the combined total of the last six?

After all, with each kill, Ye Wushuang’s Spirit Points increased, while those of the last six decreased. The balance shifted.

This young man’s Spirit Points… might truly become the first to surpass the combined total of the last six!

“However, it’s not a problem!”

Su Xuanye quickly added, “In all the times the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest has been held, there was only once when a truly extraordinary individual emerged, whose Spirit Points crushed the combined total of the last six. If it happened once, it can happen again. It just goes to show that Ye Wushuang… is no ordinary person.”

Shi Wuheng hurriedly said, “What about the Tianyan Sword…?”

“Don’t worry about that!”

Su Xuanye replied earnestly, “Compared to the Tianyan Sword, I’m more concerned about Wenbo and Jin Yue’s safety…”

Seeing that Shi Wuheng was still uneasy, Su Xuanye reassured him again, “Rest easy. The Tianyan Sword, no matter when, can only be truly controlled and integrated by one person. No one else can do it!”

Su Xuanye spoke with great confidence because he knew exactly who that person was.

The one he had idolized and looked up to since childhood.

Apart from that person, no one in this world could gain the Tianyan Sword’s recognition.

These were the words his father had told him, and Su Xuanye remembered them clearly to this day.

Seeing Su Xuanye’s certainty, Shi Wuheng was still somewhat puzzled.

However, there were some core secrets within the Spirit Sword Mountain that even he was unaware of.

Moreover, among the seven great powers of Qingzhou, the Spirit Sword Mountain was the youngest, having been established for just over a thousand years.

The other six powers had all been deeply rooted in Qingzhou for thousands of years.

At present, within the Spirit Sword Mountain, the six mountain lords were in charge of various affairs, while the overall mountain lord, Lady Si Yin, was the central figure of the entire Spirit Sword Mountain.

It was precisely the formidable Lady Si Yin who enabled the Spirit Sword Mountain, despite its relatively short history, to rank among the top seven powers.

Time ticked by, bit by bit.

Gradually, noon approached.

More and more disciples emerged from the tributaries of the Youlong Mountain.

Gu Qingyi remained at the top of the rankings, with Tian Xu in second place, and this order had not changed from beginning to end.

The names of the top three hundred disciples, however, kept shifting.

“Why haven’t they come out yet…”

Su Xuanye looked at the vast martial arena, where thousands of disciples had already gathered, but he still hadn’t seen Li Wenbo and Su Jin Yue. His patience was wearing thin.

Based on the results of previous Hundred Nations’ Martial Contests, out of more than ten thousand disciples, usually around seven to eight thousand would survive.

Now, over six thousand disciples had already emerged.

There should still be some left.

But not many.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry…” Shi Wuheng comforted him, “They’ll be fine…”

Su Xuanye sighed.

He truly feared hearing the news that Li Wenbo and Su Jin Yue had also been killed by Ye Wushuang.

Some disciples from the Spirit Sword Mountain had returned, but none knew where Li Wenbo and Su Jin Yue were.

At this moment, it wasn’t just Su Xuanye who was anxious. Warriors from various factions were all eagerly waiting.

They were not waiting for their own prodigies.

They were waiting for that wretched Ye Wushuang!

Gradually, the number of disciples emerging from the mountains dwindled.

But this time, only a little over six thousand five hundred disciples came out.

Fewer than in any of the previous Hundred Nations’ Martial Contests!

But where was Ye Wushuang?

Many people began to murmur and discuss.

“Did that jerk just run away?”

“After killing so many prodigies and geniuses, he must be afraid of the Seven Great Sects’ retaliation and fled, right?”

“The Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest is hosted by the Seven Great Sects. Even if all the prodigies and geniuses are dead, they have to maintain face. How could they go after him?”

“Could it be… he was killed?”

“Nonsense! Who could kill him?”

“Spirit beasts! There are fourth- and fifth-tier spirit beasts in the Youlong Mountain, you know!”

Voices of speculation rose incessantly.

And as the time was about to run out, with the noon sun reaching its peak,

At that moment, seven figures slowly emerged from the mountain pass…