396: Ghostly Sun Eye

Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes that seemed ready to kill,

Ghost Seven, utterly pleased with himself, received the top-grade earth artifact armor, which was the prize for the Golden Core Realm competition, from the presiding Elder,

He even deliberately weighed it in his hands twice, letting out a smug laugh.

Two battles in the Golden Core Realm, and the Yin Yang Sect suffered consecutive defeats!

Moreover, they lost in such a humiliating and wretched manner!

All because of the opponent's endless stream of insidious and unscrupulous tactics!

A suppressed rage burned fiercely in the hearts of the Yin Yang Sect Disciples and all the Righteous Path Cultivators attending the ceremony.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards the high platform,

to that figure—Yao Delong—who was as steady as a mountain and wore the profound star manifestation dao robe!

The battles of the Nascent Soul Realm were about to begin!

On the Nine Nether Sect's side, a figure with an even colder aura and eyes like a viper,

slowly stood up, a cruel smile playing on his lips, his gaze also locked onto Yao Delong.

Yao Delong looked at Lei Qianjun, who was being helped down by his fellow Disciples, his face pale but his eyes still wide with rage,

and then glanced at Ghost Seven below the stage, who was groveling for credit toward the Nine Nether Sect's direction with a wretched, lewd grin.

A cold light flashed in his deep eyes. This brat truly deserved a beating!

His gaze was like two cold sharp swords,

instantly piercing towards the two Nascent Soul Cultivators slowly rising from the Nine Nether Sect's seats.

One was tall and thin, with a grayish-green complexion, deeply sunken eyes, and eerily pale pupils,

resembling dead fish eyes. Faint gray mist lingered around his body,

his aura was cold and deathly silent, and his cultivation was shockingly at the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

The other was short, sturdy, and robust, his face covered in crisscrossing black patterns,

looking like living centipedes crawling. His eyes were blood-red,

flashing with cruel and tyrannical light. His aura was even more ferocious, having reached Nascent Soul Perfection!

They were precisely the representatives sent by the Nine Nether Sect for the Nascent Soul Realm competition—Gui Mi and Ri Yan!

White Cloud Master looked at the True Disciple seating area, his brow slightly furrowed.

Among the Sect's Nascent Soul Realm True Disciples, the strongest, Changge, was in secluded cultivation attempting to break through to Soul Transformation,

The candidates who could fight now... his gaze swept over the several Nascent Soul True Disciples.

"Sect Head Senior Martial Uncle, all Junior Martial Uncles!"

Zhuge Chuixue, the True Disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, a youth carrying an ancient longsword and possessing an aloof and stern demeanor,

stepped forward, his voice clear and resonant like a sword's cry, "For this battle, please allow this Disciple to fight!"

Zhuge Chuixue's strength definitely ranked among the top three True Disciples of the Nascent Soul stage. His "Heavy Mountain Sword Intent" was incomparably sharp.

Seeing this, the other True Disciples also turned their eyes toward him, their Battle Intent surging.

However, right at this moment—

"Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, hold on."

A calm voice, yet carrying undeniable power, rang out.

Yao Delong slowly stood up. The Star-Patterned Silver Silk threads flowing on his profound star manifestation dao robe refracted a deep luster under the sunlight.

His gaze swept over Zhuge Chuixue and the others, and the corner of his mouth curved into a faint arc:

"A few mere chickens and dogs, why trouble the Senior Brothers to make a move?

Since today is my Yao Delong's grand ceremony, I shall personally clean up this disappointing trash."

"Junior Brother!"

Zhuge Chuixue frowned slightly. "Today is your grand ceremony, how can we let you personally enter the fray? Moreover, there are two opponents..."

Yao Delong waved his hand, interrupting him, and looked calmly at the arena:

"It's fine. It's a good chance to let everyone see whether the True Disciple of my Yin Yang Sect is truly worthy of congratulations from the Heroes of the Eastern Region."

His tone was flat, yet contained a confidence that looked down upon all others.

Zhuge Chuixue looked at the bottomless calm in Yao Delong's eyes,

recalling the terrifying strength with which the opponent suppressed him using only Mid Nascent Soul Stage cultivation during their last sparring session,

his heart stirred. He stopped insisting, nodded slightly, and sat back down.

He also wanted to see just how terrifying the strength of Junior Brother Yao, who had now reached Nascent Soul Great Perfection, truly was!

On the high platform, the various Peak Lords looked at Yao Delong, who had volunteered to fight, their eyes showing approval and anticipation.

Lei Wanjun forcefully suppressed his anger toward Ghost Seven and roared:

"Delong! Beat them fiercely for this old man! Don't hold back! Let them know what true strength is!"

Yao Delong nodded slightly, took a step, and his figure, as if teleporting,

had already appeared on the central, largest Nascent Soul arena.

His posture was tall and straight, steady as a deep pool and a towering peak. His profound star manifestation dao robe billowed without wind, rustling loudly.

Gui Mi and Ri Yan of the Nine Nether Sect exchanged glances, and a trace of ecstasy and cruelty flashed in their eyes.

They had worried that Yao Delong would hide and not come out, and were just figuring out how to use the most vicious words to provoke him into fighting,

unexpectedly, this brat was so arrogant as to deliver himself right to their doorstep! It saved them a lot of effort!

"Hmph! Arrogant brat! Since you're seeking death, we shall grant it to you!"

Ri Yan's face, covered in black centipede patterns, revealed a sinister grin, his voice like grinding sand.

Gui Mi's pale, dead fish eyes also locked onto Yao Delong, letting out a strange "heh-heh" laugh:

"Yao Delong, True Disciple of the Yin Yang Sect? After today, this name will cease to exist in the Eastern Region!"

On the Yin Yang Sect's side, cheers erupted instantly like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing!

"Senior Brother Yao! Crush them!"

"True Disciple Senior Brother is mighty! Raise our Sect's prestige!"

"Junior Brother Delong! Let them see what a Prodigy is!"

In the True Disciple seating area, Cang Yunyao, dressed in red and captivatingly charming, was even bolder,

she blew a kiss towards Yao Delong on the arena and shouted sweetly:

"Junior Brother, cheer up! If you win, Senior Sister will give you a big reward~ Guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Her seductive, silken eyes caused the surrounding Peak Lords to involuntarily cough.

In the Moyang Sect's seating area, Li Linger saw this and thought, 'How can I let this happen?'

She immediately jumped up, unwilling to be outdone, waving her small fists, her voice clear and loud:

"Brother Yao! Cheer up! Crush these two ugly bumpkins!

Linger awaits your triumphant return! I'll treat you to the best Spirit Fruit!"

Qing Ya Zi, the Sect Head of the Moyang Sect, helplessly rubbed his forehead, having no way to deal with this mischievous Disciple.

Han Ruyi's pretty face was slightly flushed. Although she wasn't as unrestrained as Li Linger,

her beautiful eyes were fixed firmly on Yao Delong's figure, and she softly murmured, "Senior Brother Yao... be careful."

As Yao Delong's closest companions, the three women—Lin Qingxue, Liu Rumei, and Luo Miaomiao,

seeing the undisguised "cheers" from Cang Yunyao and Li Linger, immediately felt alarm bells ring and jealousy surge in their hearts.

Liu Rumei even secretly pinched Luo Miaomao, whispering:

"Miaomiao, look! This rascal's skill at flirting is becoming truly masterful!"

The three girls exchanged glances and immediately joined the cheering ranks,

their voices, though not as flamboyant as the previous two, carried deep concern and affection.

"Senior Brother, be careful of their insidious moves!" Clear Snow's cold voice carried worry.

"Delong, smash them flat!" Liu Rumei shouted sweetly.

"Brother Yao, certain victory!" Luo Miaomiao also waved her small fist.

Xiao Huohuo was even more direct. He somehow procured a huge Spirit Talisman Scroll,

on which several grand characters, written with dazzling golden light in a bold, sweeping style, read: "Senior Brother Yao is Invincible! Senior Brother Yao is Number One in the World!"

He held it up high, making it stand out prominently in the crowd.

Countless gazes focused on the figure in the center of the arena.

Wearing the profound star manifestation dao robe, his posture was straight as a pillar supporting the heavens, his face handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes.

Facing the two notoriously fierce Nine Nether Sect Nascent Soul Cultivators at this moment,

his composure and confidence made him seem like a born king, captivating everyone.

Yao Delong looked at Gui Mi and Ri Yan, who were grinning sinisterly opposite him, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cold arc,

"Since you've both come up, then... let's begin."