161: Chapter 161 The Great Competition Between Good and Demon (Part 15)

The final round of the preliminary selection for the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition could be said to have been utterly ruined.

The four Demonic Cultivators who were about to be resurrected were unable to withstand even two strikes under Xiao Tian's lightning, meeting their demise.

However, the Disciples of the Righteous Path were all annihilated by the residual shockwave generated by the Human Puppet's terrifying punch.

The only ones left alive were Xiao Tian... and Xuan Ming!

That's right, Xuan Ming was actually still alive!

And looking at Li Yueqin's corpse, it appeared completely undamaged, suggesting she must have died from Xuan Ming's famous ultimate technique, the Netherworld Soul Stab.

Xiao Tian's eyes showed both eagerness to face a powerful opponent and a sense of camaraderie as one of the only two survivors left on the arena.

Xuan Ming smiled faintly, graceful and suave, "I look forward to the next time we can face each other."

Xiao Tian cupped his hands, "I will not hold back!"

Xuan Ming also cupped his hands, his white robes immaculate, looking even more like a Righteous Path Cultivator than Xiao Tian.

"Nor will I!"

Xiao Tian prepared to step down from the Soul Stone Arena with Luo Yunkai.

Xuan Ming's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the Human Puppet that was closely following the father and son.

Since he was able to forcibly seize the Human Puppet, he already knew the Puppetry Art was unreliable; seeing this now confirmed it!

Xuan Ming was in a good mood, believing his mother would no longer force him to study the Puppetry Art.

After descending the arena, Xuan Ming was surrounded by the cheering Demonic Cultivators.

He moved among the Demonic Cultivators like a peacock displaying its feathers, handling the situation with ease.

On the Soul Stone Arena, no one raised any objection to the result of that final round.

Just as An Ye had said, being able to cheat right under his nose was a skill in itself.

Therefore, whether it was Xuan Ming using a Divine Soul skill to influence the Righteous Path Cultivators beforehand, or Xiao Tian's lightning attack carrying the might of Heavenly Punishment against the Demonic Cultivators on other stages, it was outside of An Ye's scope of pursuit.

As for the Ten Puppets Old Ancestor presumptuously interfering with the Death Arena, it certainly could not be tolerated.

However, An Ye himself felt a bit guilty about this matter.

He could have stopped it, but he didn't!

Xiao Tian's existence posed too great a threat to the Demonic Cultivators.

Ancestor Qian Hun and the others had grasped An Ye's mentality, which is why they dared to act so brazenly.

At worst, they would only lose one Human Puppet, and they wouldn't even need to pay compensation.

As a Market Guard, An Ye was only responsible for matters within the city; he had no jurisdiction over Ancestor Shi Kui outside the city.

The result now was that Ancestor Shi Kui had lost his Human Puppet, Xiao Tian had not been killed, and the authority and rules of the Market Guard had been severely undermined.

An Ye's eyes darkened.

Just moments ago, he had received pressure via communication talisman from Inspectors in other cities.

An Ye landed on the arena stage, and the entire Zhaoye City seemed to fall silent in that instant.

He stood there without a word, raising his hand like a blade...

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

"Pat, pat, pat, pat..."

A living arm fell onto the Soul Stone Arena.

An Ye's left arm slowly bled, the blood dripping onto the Soul Stone Arena.

His gaze swept impassively over the city below, meeting pairs of startled and uncertain eyes.

"Father, what is Senior An Ye doing?" Xiao Tian asked, confused.

Luo Yunkai stood by the window with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, "Following the rules."

Xiao Tian scratched his head, "But it was the Demonic Cultivators who acted inhumanely by sneak-attacking; Senior An Ye isn't to blame, is he?"

An Ye's expression darkened slightly, his gaze passing through space, landing directly on the youth scratching his head in front of the window on the top floor of Duobao Tower.

He was wrong.

An Ye raised his remaining right hand.

Xuan Ming sighed softly, "I wonder if Brother Xiao and I will have the fate to fight again."

"Ahhh!"

"Help!"

"Why!"

In an instant, screams erupted throughout Zhaoye City.

A group of Demonic Cultivators, who had no ability to resist, were dragged toward the Soul Stone Arena.

Everyone realized that these were all the Demonic Cultivators from the Ten Puppets Sect!

The Demonic Cultivators who had won the previous round of the preliminary selection.

The Ten Puppets Sect had good luck; they were often chosen to fight in the early stages. By the later stages, after the Righteous Path found ways to counter the Demonic Cultivators, the Disciples of the Ten Puppets Sect hadn't won much.

There were over sixty Demonic Cultivators from the Ten Puppets Sect here!

An Ye looked at them as if they were pigs awaiting slaughter.

"Sect Master of the Ten Puppets Sect, you violated the rules of the Death Arena and interfered with the competition without authorization."

"Now, the Souls of the Ten Puppets Sect Disciples shall be taken to rectify the Death Arena!"

An Ye's right hand fiercely struck down.

"Boom!"

The Disciples of the Ten Puppets Sect had no ability to resist against a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Flesh and blood were crushed, instantly turning into a pool of blood, the meat paste squeezed into a bloody pancake.

Silence!

The entire Zhaoye City was deathly quiet.

Ancestor Qian Hun and Ancestor Hundred Insects had terrifyingly grim expressions as they stared across the vast distance at Luo Yunkai on the top floor of Duobao Tower.

Luo Yunkai nodded slightly, very politely.

But only Ancestor Qian Hun, Ancestor Hundred Insects, and the others knew how terrifying and chilling they found this polite smile.

They personally watched as Luo Yunkai sent out a single communication talisman, and within a thousand breaths, An Ye severed his own arm and even risked offending the Ten Puppets Sect to execute the Ten Puppets Sect Disciples on the spot.

This person was definitely not simple!

Ancestor Hundred Insects' eyes flickered slightly, "The elites of the Ten Puppets Sect were wiped out this time, and they won't have any Disciples entering the Soul Stone Secret Realm to seize soul stones for Shi Kui..."

The worry in Ancestor Qian Hun's heart was replaced by greed.

"The three major Demonic Sects are still a bit too crowded."

The two Devil Heads laughed.

Thinking about it now, no matter how extraordinary Luo Yunkai was, it didn't seem like a bad thing for them.

Ancestor Qian Hun even directly sent a secret transmission to the Demonic Cultivator representing the Thousand Souls Sect.

Xuan Ming was no exception; he received the transmission from Ancestor Qian Hun.

He stood with one arm crossed over his chest, the other hand resting on his chin, tapping his finger, "Ask me to encounter those three from Dan City and willingly accept death? And they will spare my Soul from being devoured by the arena, ha, interesting."

"I didn't expect the Thousand Souls Sect to still retain such a secret. Tsk tsk, I wonder if this news, if released, would incite the public outrage of both the Righteous and Demonic Paths?"

Ancestor Qian Hun dared to reveal it because he was also guarding against something. Xuan Ming's Divine Soul was powerful, and he could sense a faint, almost imperceptible Divine Sense firmly locking onto him.

If he showed even the slightest intention of revealing the secret, he would likely die instantly before saying half a word.

Xuan Ming immediately suppressed his petty thoughts and focused on the arena stage.

Currently, only two hundred and forty-two participants remained, with only ninety-seven Demonic Cultivators among them.

An Ye directly divided the entire Soul Stone Arena into ninety-seven smaller stages.

"Demonic Cultivators, come up and draw lots for your opponents!"

Seeing this, Luo Yunkai nodded in satisfaction, preparing to return to his research.

Xiao Tian was full of curiosity, "Father, what exactly are you researching? Tell us so we can see if we can help?"

Chen Xuanfeng immediately lost interest in the Soul Stone Arena and turned his gaze toward Luo Yunkai.

Just as Luo Yunkai was about to speak, he heard the sound of a cultivation chamber opening. He swept his peculiar Divine Sense over and saw an unfamiliar Cultivator carrying a sharp spear aura.

After a quick scan, Luo Yunkai paid it no mind and said to Xiao Tian and the others, "It's nothing. I'm researching a Magical Artifact. I want to integrate both communication and recording functions into this single Magical Artifact."

"It would be best if this Magical Artifact could also communicate with multiple parties, unlike the communication talisman which can only do one-to-one. If I need to talk to someone else, I need a different set of communication talismans."

"I also hope the recorded video can be directly transmitted over long distances to another corresponding Magical Artifact. This way, if the artifact's owner encounters danger, their relatives and friends can know who the enemy is, making revenge easier."

"I also hope..."

"Unfortunately, right now I can only combine communication and recording; everything else is still a pipe dream."

Luo Yunkai sighed.

"Perhaps this is fundamentally impossible..."

"It is possible!"