Chapter 915
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Chapter 915 Living Backwards
Beside the combat platform on the ground, Xiumei gritted her teeth and stood up.
She clutched her right shoulder, which had a very deep wound that was dripping blood.
But at this moment, the gray energy on her body concentrated at the wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding.
Xiumei stared at Murong Jian on the combat platform, her eyes filled with killing intent.
It must be said that she had been careless just now.
But she could still fight!
With her strength, she would certainly be able to kill Murong Jian!
Xiumei clenched her teeth, still wanting to get back on the platform.
“Second round, sixth match, second small match, Murong Jian from Dragon Slaying Pavilion wins!”
At this moment, the chief referee’s voice echoed throughout the entire Divine Martial Platform.
According to the rules of the Hundred Sects Competition, falling to the ground outside the combat platform would result in a loss.
Although Xiumei still had strength left, since she had already landed on the ground outside the combat platform, she had lost this match.
Hearing this result, Xiumei’s heart skipped a beat as she looked toward the Purple Flame Palace’s area in the distance.
She knew that Palace Master Jiang Dao had already arrived.
Her carelessness leading to defeat… would surely result in severe punishment.
“Clap, clap, clap…”
At this moment, applause erupted from the audience.
Xiumei’s previous cruelty had disgusted most people present.
Now seeing her defeated, they were naturally happy.
Murong Jian inserted his long sword back into its scabbard, turned around, and left the platform, returning to the Dragon Slaying Pavilion’s area.
…
“This Murong Jian… has impressive strength.” In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian’s back, his eyes slightly moving.
From his aura, Murong Jian had already reached the middle to late stage of the Spirit Transformation realm.
As for Xiumei, her cultivation level was difficult to discern.
At times she seemed to be at the Spirit Transformation realm, at other times back at the Nascent Soul realm.
But regardless, Xiumei was clearly one of the core disciples of Purple Flame Palace from over two thousand years ago.
At almost the same cultivation level, it was extremely difficult for a young cultivator of the current era to defeat an old monster who had been cultivating since over two thousand years ago.
Especially when this old monster had strange enhancements on her body.
Additionally, the so-called Dragon Slaying Sword Technique that Murong Jian displayed also interested Fang Yu greatly.
Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Dragon Slaying Sword Technique… did this sect have a grudge against dragons?
Of course, Fang Yu wouldn’t pay too much attention to a contemporary sect just because of its name.
Dragons were legendary beings.
Throughout Yan Xia’s long history, countless sects and techniques related to dragons had appeared.
For example, Gu Rulong from Jiangnan previously practiced techniques related to dragons. But in reality, he only manifested dragon forms without any other dragon-related elements.
These sects and techniques added “dragon” to their names just to sound more impressive.
“Getting worse with age… can’t even defeat a contemporary genius.” Fang Yu looked at the Purple Flame Palace members ahead, a cold, mocking smile appearing on his face.
…
“Palace Master, please give me one more chance…” Xiumei returned to their area, immediately kneeling on one knee and lowering her head.
Jiang Dao stood still, his gray pupils showing no emotional fluctuation.
He ignored Xiumei and turned to Zhen Yun beside him, saying, “For the second match, you go.”
“Understood, Palace Master,” Zhen Yun immediately bowed his head and replied.
Xiumei remained kneeling, not daring to speak.
Jiang Dao raised his head, scanning the audience ahead, still ignoring Xiumei.
More people had arrived than he had imagined.
But he knew that man… would definitely be here today.
Most likely, he was already among these people.
“Still not showing yourself? Do you want to watch us climb to the peak step by step?” Jiang Dao sneered inwardly. “Fine, killing you when that time comes will make you the final stepping stone for Purple Flame Palace’s revival. That would be the perfect scenario.”
…
The second match soon began.
On the Dragon Slaying Pavilion’s side, Murong Jian took the stage again.
On the Purple Flame Palace’s side, they finally changed competitors.
Zhen Yun stepped onto the platform.
The surrounding audience turned their attention to Zhen Yun.
Before the first round, no one had heard of Purple Flame Palace, considering it just an ordinary emerging sect.
But after their performance in the first round and the first small match of the second round, Purple Flame Palace had successfully become the focus of the entire venue.
Even the major sects from North Capital didn’t receive this much attention.
“They’ve finally sent out a male disciple… this person looks… not very strong.”
“Slim build, and his presence is completely overshadowed by Murong Jian.”
“Dragon Slaying Pavilion should win two consecutive matches and advance to the top twenty-five.”
Most spectators had been impressed by Murong Jian’s performance in the previous match.
This was the second-ranked prodigy on the Heaven’s List!
Sects from other regions, even with brilliant disciples, couldn’t compete with these truly top-tier talents!
Zhen Yun stood on the platform, staring at Murong Jian before him, his eyes cold as blades, full of killing intent.
Feeling this killing intent, Murong Jian frowned slightly.
In the previous match, his sword could have struck Xiumei’s head, but he didn’t do so because he didn’t want to be that extreme.
But Zhen Yun before him seemed unappreciative, even emanating a more direct killing intent.
If that’s the case…
Murong Jian directly drew his sword from its scabbard, pointing it at Zhen Yun.
The starting bell hadn’t rung yet, but the combat platform was already tense!
“Dong…”
After three seconds, the bell rang!
“Whoosh!”
Both sides moved simultaneously!
This time, neither side made self-introductions!
Murong Jian held his sword with both hands, his form like a specter, appearing beside Zhen Yun and slashing out!
A thin chain appeared in Zhen Yun’s hand, which he straightened and placed in front of him as a defense.
“Clang!”
The sound of metal collision rang out as the chain vibrated.
Murong Jian felt a tremendous force rebound, his long sword suddenly lifting upward, momentarily out of control!
Seizing this opportunity, Zhen Yun struck Murong Jian’s chest with his left palm!
“Sword Energy Shield!”
Murong Jian recited an incantation, and a faint protective barrier formed in front of him.
Zhen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and as his right palm moved forward, a purple flame suddenly rose!
Purple Flame Palm!
Seeing this, Fang Yu’s eyes in the audience suddenly turned cold.
This was Purple Flame Palace’s most representative technique!
On the combat platform, Murong Jian sensed the power of this palm strike but had no time to dodge.
The next second, Zhen Yun’s right palm struck the protective barrier.
“Boom!”
With an explosive sound, the sword energy forming the barrier seemed to become flammable material, ignited by the purple flame from Zhen Yun’s right palm!
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, the purple flames spread into a large sheet, rushing toward Murong Jian!
Murong Jian’s expression changed as he stepped back, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing forward!
“First Form, Dragon Slaying!”
“Boom!”
A sword energy wave slashed toward the purple flames.
Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to disperse the purple flames!
The sword energy burst forth, indeed opening a gap in the purple flames ahead.
But in a flash, it closed again, and the flames grew stronger!
Murong Jian’s heart trembled as he immediately activated a technique, trying to distance himself from the purple flames.
But at this moment, he found his feet were grabbed by something!
Looking down, he saw two hands formed of gray energy extending from the ground, tightly gripping his feet, preventing him from moving!
Now, a scorching heat approached his face!
A large wave of purple fire was about to engulf him!
Murong Jian was greatly alarmed, using all his strength to break free from the hands below, but to no avail!
He raised his sword and stabbed down at the hands!
The blade passed directly through the gray energy and into the ground, causing no damage to the gray energy hands.
Yet the strength of these hands was very real, preventing Murong Jian from moving his feet at all!
What was going on!?
Murong Jian was completely panicked.
Facing the approaching purple flames, his mind went blank.
“Jian, dodge quickly!”
“Senior Brother Murong…”
“Senior Brother…”
Below the platform, the members of Dragon Slaying Pavilion changed expression and shouted in unison.
But Murong Jian had no time to heed these voices, nor could he move!
Just as the purple flames were about to engulf Murong Jian.
“Whoosh…”
At the critical moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the air.
The wind instantly dispersed the purple flames.
Murong Jian stood stunned, unable to react for a moment.
“If you don’t want to die, admit defeat now. Otherwise, when these purple flames gather again, I won’t save you a second time.”
Just then, a calm and composed voice sounded in Murong Jian’s ear.
Murong Jian’s whole body trembled as he immediately came to his senses.
