Kill Zheng Jian and devour the yellow luck

On the Life-and-Death Arena.

Zheng Jian twisted his neck, and immediately, a series of cracking joint-popping sounds rang out densely.

He held his spear with one hand, looked at Xiao Ming opposite him, and sneered, "Xiao, you actually dared to have a life-and-death duel with me. Hehe, you're looking for death yourself, don't blame anyone else!"

Before he finished speaking.

Zheng Jian stomped heavily on the ground, shooting towards Xiao Ming like a cannonball, while wildly swinging the large iron spear in his hand, instantly thrusting out hundreds of thick spear shadows.

The spear shadows were dense and carried scorching fiery intent, sweeping towards Xiao Ming like a sea of fire.

Seeing this scene, the crowd below the stage gasped in surprise.

"This is a high-grade Yellow-tier spear technique, Prairie Fire Spear Art!"

"Prairie Fire Spear Art is Zheng Jian's trump card martial skill. I didn't expect him to use this move right at the start of the battle."

"Once Prairie Fire Spear Art is unleashed, it's like a scorching sea of fire, unstoppable! If Xiao Ming doesn't have a way to counter it, he's probably going to suffer a great loss!"

The discussions below the stage were fervent.

At this moment, Zheng Jian's dense spear shadows had already reached within three zhang of Xiao Ming.

Although the spear shadows had not yet touched Xiao Ming, the accompanying scorching fiery intent had already slightly curled Xiao Ming's hair.

But Xiao Ming had not yet counterattacked; he just stood there holding the long sword in his hand, looking calm.

In the eyes of others and Zheng Jian, Xiao Ming seemed to be too scared to move.

Just then.

A gentle breeze suddenly picked up.

The wind rose, and the person moved!

Xiao Ming's body swayed slightly, and with the sound of the wind, he disappeared from his original spot.

"Huh?! What fast footwork!"

Zheng Jian was greatly startled. He quickly looked around but couldn't find any trace of Xiao Ming. Subconsciously, Zheng Jian retracted his thrusting spear and switched to defense.

The wind whistled all around.

But Xiao Ming was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Zheng Jian's expression changed, and he abruptly turned his head, thrusting fiercely behind him!

"I sensed you! Die!"

Zheng Jian roared, and a thick spear aura, over a meter long, surged from the sharp spear tip.

Indeed.

Behind Zheng Jian, a phantom figure appeared.

With a "sizzle"!

The thick spear aura blasted the figure, and the figure dissipated as if it had never appeared.

Seeing this, Zheng Jian's vigilance instantly soared. What he had struck was just an illusion, not the real Xiao Ming.

He had been tricked!

"I'm here."

A leisurely voice suddenly sounded above Zheng Jian's head. The voice was faint, but to Zheng Jian, it was like the voice of a grim reaper.

Zheng Jian's hair stood on end in shock; he instinctively raised his spear and thrust.

However, it was a bit late.

Behind Xiao Ming, who appeared in the air, a majestic river of sword qi emerged. In this instant, all the river sword qi poured into his sword.

"Slash!"

Wielding Nu Lei Sword, Xiao Ming, from his elevated position, unleashed two astonishingly powerful sword techniques in one breath.

The next moment.

Hundreds of dense sword shadows, accompanied by dazzling lightning and sharp golden light, submerged Zheng Jian like a torrential downpour.

This was Hundred Shadow Frenzy Slash!

After Hundred Shadow Frenzy Slash, a crescent-shaped sword qi, over a meter long, also shot out.

This was Shattered Moon Slash!

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, it was as if countless cannonballs exploded simultaneously, causing a series of deafening roars.

Hundred Shadow Frenzy Slash poured down, shattering the large iron spear in Zheng Jian's hand, blasting Zheng Jian into a bloody mess, with blood gushing out.

Then, under Zheng Jian's terrified gaze, the crescent-shaped golden sword qi also arrived.

With a "bang"!

Zheng Jian was fiercely struck by the crescent-shaped sword qi. The powerful force directly blasted Zheng Jian off the Life-and-Death Arena, and the majestic sword qi pierced through Zheng Jian's chest, exiting from his back!

Zheng Jian was practically cut in half by the sword qi!

Under countless shocked gazes, Zheng Jian lay stiffly on the ground, spitting blood foam from his mouth. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Then he tilted his head and died completely.

From the moment Xiao Ming and Zheng Jian began to fight until Zheng Jian was killed, the two seemed to have exchanged blows frequently, but in reality, only a few short breaths of time had passed.

In the eyes of many, it seemed as if the two in the arena had just begun to fight when Zheng Jian was blasted away by a sword and died below the stage.

The entire process was extremely brief!

After killing Zheng Jian, Xiao Ming sheathed his sword and coldly looked at Zheng Jian's corpse on the ground.

A yellow stream of luck energy emerged from Zheng Jian's corpse, then entered Xiao Ming's body, where it was devoured and absorbed by him.

After devouring the luck energy, Xiao Ming coldly surveyed his surroundings.

Everyone had their mouths wide open, their eyes bulging, each of them staring at him blankly like statues.

Silence.

A deathly silence surrounded them.

All the disciples present were stunned.

Many instinctively rubbed their eyes, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

Zheng Jian is dead?

Zheng Jian, who had cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Yuangang Realm and was well-known, was actually easily killed by Xiao Ming, who was only in the mid-stage?

And the battle process was so short!

Is this not overly exaggerated?!

With a "gulp."

A disciple nervously swallowed his saliva.

This sound seemed to awaken the crowd, and the next moment, the previously extremely quiet area below the stage instantly became deafening.

"This, this, this... What's going on?!"

"Zheng Jian is dead, Zheng Jian is dead!"

"I didn't see wrong, did I? Zheng Jian was actually counter-killed by Xiao Ming?"

"What counter-kill? Xiao Ming was suppressing Zheng Jian from beginning to end, alright!"

"This... Xiao Ming's strength is too terrifying! Is he really only in the mid-stage of the Yuangang Realm? I suspect he's pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!"

All the disciples discussed intensely, spitting saliva everywhere for a time, like a large flock of ducks quacking simultaneously.

Below the stage.

Zheng Peng, who originally had a smile on his face, instantly felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a mouthful of feces. He never expected that his elder brother would lose to Xiao Ming!

His elder brother was at the Great Perfection of the Yuangang Realm, how could he have died at Xiao Ming's hands?

How could this be?!

At this moment, Zheng Peng's emotions were extremely complex, and at the same time, an extreme fear surged within him.

He was scared.

Even his elder brother was no match for Xiao Ming, what courage did he have to oppose Xiao Ming!

A panicking Zheng Peng pursed his lips and quietly left the crowd.

Just then.

"Whoosh!"

A sword qi flashed, instantly arriving in front of Zheng Peng. Zheng Peng didn't even let out a scream before he was killed on the spot by the sword qi.

The person who released the sword qi was Xiao Ming.

Although Zheng Peng no longer posed any threat to him, Xiao Ming's style of doing things was always to eliminate the root cause.

Leaving no future trouble!

After killing Zheng Peng, Xiao Ming left the Life-and-Death Arena and strode towards his small courtyard.

The surrounding disciples automatically made a wide path, all of them looking at Xiao Ming with fervent gazes.

From this day forward, Xiao Ming's reputation within the sect would soar!

Looking at the high-spirited and infinitely glorious Xiao Ming.

Lin Feng, in the crowd, clenched his fists tightly.

A deep sense of apprehension and admiration flashed in his eyes.

He had previously estimated that Xiao Ming would definitely win, but he never expected Xiao Ming to win so easily!

Two moves.

With just two sword techniques, he blasted Zheng Jian to death on the spot.

Such strength made even the usually arrogant Lin Feng feel a chill in his heart.

"Senior Brother Xiao is too terrifying, I am not his equal..." Lin Feng murmured at the corner of his mouth.

In the distance.

Sect Master Li Changfeng and the others were also all deeply shocked.

"My goodness, Xiao Ming's strength is far beyond our imagination!" an elder exclaimed.

"Indeed, we expected that even if Xiao Ming could win, he would have to go through a tough battle. Who would have thought that this kid would be so powerful and overbearing, dealing with Zheng Jian in just two or three moves!"

"The Sect Master has taken a good disciple!"

"If Xiao Ming is given time to grow, in due time, he will definitely become a formidable figure and strengthen our Spirit Sword Sect!"

"This child, Xiao Ming, should be given priority in cultivation!"

"Hahahaha!" Li Changfeng suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his face filled with an indescribable smugness, "As expected of my good disciple! He brought honor to this old man!"

"Now, I say we should allocate abundant cultivation resources to Xiao Ming. Who agrees, who objects?"

Li Changfeng swept his gaze over the elders, speaking with authority.

No one objected.

Instead, all the elders nodded firmly.