367: Chapter 367 One-Man Kills Eight

Su Yingxue looked at her expression and laughed.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. I'm serious."

She composed her joking expression and said solemnly:

"My husband's Divine Thought is extremely strong. Mere illusion techniques cannot affect my husband at all. Moreover, my husband also knows Divine Thought secret techniques. If she really uses them, hmph..."

A flash of confident light shone in Su Yingxue's eyes.

The other wives nodded in agreement.

"That's right. My husband's Divine Thought is terrifyingly strong."

"Even if all of us combined our Divine Thoughts, it wouldn't equal my husband's alone."

"My husband's Divine Thought can cover seven hundred kilometers."

Fei Xue and the others were stunned.

Seven hundred kilometers?

Sixth Order Completion, Divine Thought coverage of seven hundred kilometers?

What kind of concept is this?

An ordinary Sixth Order Completion only has a Divine Thought coverage of about one hundred kilometers.

Lin Yun's seven hundred kilometers is seven times that of an ordinary Sixth Order Completion.

Ruozao hesitated and said: "But... Ai Wei is Seventh Order..."

Su Yingxue shook her head: "So what if she is Seventh Order? My husband's Divine Thought secret technique is definitely stronger than hers."

The three looked at each other.

Lin Yun is only forty-eight years old; not only is his Cultivate speed terrifying, but he has also dabbled in Soul and Divine Thought secret techniques? And he has cultivated them to a profound level?

They looked at the expressions of Su Yingxue and her group; that kind of confidence was not faked.

It came from the heart.

Then, thinking back, in just one month, Lin Yun had cultivated the Heaven-grade Peak defense Cultivation Technique Void Barrier to Major Achievement.

The three could only sigh inwardly.

Comparing people to people really is infuriating.

...

In the illusion, Jian Yuan's eyes were unfocused, his body stiffly standing in place, like a marionette.

The face-slapping was complete.

The effect was even better than expected.

Ai Wei spoke, her voice carrying mockery: "Genius of Lingyuan Empire, end your performance."

Jian Yuan's body trembled slightly, then he slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed at his own chest.

In the stands, the hearts of the Lingyuan Empire people tightened suddenly.

"Jian Yuan! Wake up!"

"Don't! Don't kill yourself!"

"Ai Wei! You've gone too far!"

But everything was in vain.

The Jian Yuan in the illusion could not hear the sounds from the outside.

His eyes were empty, his movements stiff, and his hand holding the sword did not have a hint of hesitation.

The tip of the sword pierced into his chest.

Jian Yuan's body turned into light spots and dissipated in the illusion.

Outside the illusion, Jian Yuan opened his eyes abruptly.

His face was pale, sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, and he gasped for air.

In his eyes, the fear of being controlled just now still remained.

That feeling was too terrifying.

His body was completely out of control, his consciousness imprisoned deep in his mind, like a bird trapped in a cage.

He could see, hear, and perceive everything.

But he could not control his own body.

He could only watch himself raise the sword and commit suicide.

Jian Yuan lowered his head, his hands clenched, his eye sockets red.

He was a Genius of the Lingyuan Empire, the possessor of the Sword Origin Body.

Representing Lingyuan in the first battle, he didn't expect to lose so miserably.

Jian Yuan stood up slowly and left the Illusion Stone.

When passing by Lin Yun, he stopped and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin Yun... I'm counting on you."

Lin Yun nodded: "Don't worry."

Jian Yuan didn't say anything more and walked to the back of the team.

His back looked somewhat lonely.

In the Tianlang Empire's stands, cheers erupted into the sky.

"Swept one! Easy first victory! Keep going!"

"Ai Wei is invincible! Tianlang is invincible!"

"What Sword Origin Body? It's a joke in front of Ai Wei!"

"Next! Next!"

In the Lingyuan Empire's stands, there was silence.

Only silence.

There weren't even shouts anymore.

They looked at Jian Yuan's dejected appearance, and their hearts were icy cold.

Jian Yuan lost.

Lost so thoroughly.

He didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Then what about the others?

...

The second person took the stage.

Ai Wei went all out.

After experiencing the first playful duel, Ai Wei put away her playful attitude and no longer held back.

The World Projection was released instantly, shrouding the entire illusion.

Scorching flames swept through the entire illusion, the flames surging like a tsunami, burning the sky and scorching the earth.

This Lingyuan Genius tried his best to urge his Cultivation Technique and condense his defense, but the gap in Realm was like a chasm.

Only three moves.

The first move, Flame Breaks Defense, tore apart all of the opponent's defensive barriers.

The second move, Fire Chain Locks Body, imprisoned all of the opponent's escape routes.

The third move, Prairie Fire Fatal Strike, completely crushed the opponent's Divine Thought projection.

Clean and neat, without any dragging throughout, the second Lingyuan contestant directly lost and left the stage.

His figure turned into light spots and dissipated in the illusion.

Tianlang was boiling.

Lingyuan remained silent.

Following that, the six ordinary Genius contestants of Lingyuan took the stage one by one.

Everyone was full of determination before going on stage.

They unleashed the strongest Cultivation Technique they had painstakingly cultivated their whole lives, erupting with Peak combat power.

They wanted to win a round back for Lingyuan.

Even if it was just to consume a sliver of Ai Wei's power.

But reality was cruelly desperate.

The chasm between the Sixth Order and Seventh Order, the talent gap between ordinary Physique and Heavenly Spirit Body, and the crushing foundation of years of hard cultivation made all struggles futile.

Six geniuses took turns, and no one could last more than ten moves in Ai Wei's hands.

Either defeated by flames, disturbed in their Divine Soul by illusion techniques, or directly suppressed by the pressure of the World Projection, all were defeated.

Swept eight in a row!!!

The cheers of the Tianlang Empire people had already resounded through the clouds.

"Swept eight in a row! Swept eight in a row!"

"Two more! Crush them!"

"Long live Tianlang! Long live Ai Wei!"

In the Lingyuan Empire's stands, there was dead silence.

An atmosphere of oppression, despair, and unwillingness enveloped everyone.

The last shred of hope in their hearts was completely crushed by the record of eight consecutive losses.

Countless people bowed their heads and sighed, their faces pale, not even having the courage to look up at the illusion arena.

In the virtual network, the comments of the Lingyuan people had been completely submerged.

The whole screen was full of mockery from the Tianlang people.

"Is that all Lingyuan has? After ten thousand years, still such trash!"

"Two special Physiques? It makes me laugh to death!"

"Your geniuses are just worthless mongrels in front of Ai Wei!"

"Hurry up and admit defeat! Don't waste our time!"

The hearts of the Lingyuan people were filled with despair.

They looked at the figure in the illusion.

Ai Wei had a playful smile on her face, and her aura had not weakened at all.

She hadn't even used half of her strength.

Sweeping eight in a row was just a warm-up for her.

The last hope of the Lingyuan people fell on Zhi Rou.

When the eighth person turned into light spots and dissipated, Zhi Rou stood up.

She walked slowly to the Illusion Stone.

In the stands, the Lingyuan people finally made a sound.

"Zhi Rou! Come on!"

"Zhi Rou! You must win!"

"Ice Phoenix Divine Body! Nirvana Rebirth!"

The sound was not loud, but at least there was sound.

They hoped Zhi Rou could create a miracle.

They hoped the Ice Phoenix Divine Body could bring them hope.

They hoped the Lingyuan Empire would not be swept nine in a row.

Everyone watched the illusion battlefield nervously, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The Sword Origin Body was defeated, and all other geniuses were utterly routed.

Now, only this once-in-ten-thousand-years Ice Phoenix Divine Body could bring them their final hope.

Everyone was silently praying in their hearts, hoping she could create a miracle and break the trend of being crushed.