Chapter 447 - 446: Incongruous
Outside the Golden Summit Hall, a sea of people surged.
The incident where Qin Ya forced Zhao Tieshan back instantly reminded the countless geniuses who had forgotten him of his terrifying power.
This young man before them was the youngest Law Enforcer in history, a madman who could single-handedly wipe out over a dozen strongholds of the Blood Nether Association, a genius with combat strength comparable to a King, and an unprecedented Elder in the history of Kunyun Palace!
Gods, this guy was simply the greatest genius Kunyun Palace had seen in a thousand years.
"You’ve gotten even stronger."
A sharp aura emanated from Leng Qiushan, and the longsword on his back trembled incessantly, as if eager for a hearty battle with Qin Ya.
"You too. Your Sword Intent has grown even sharper." Qin Ya smiled faintly. As he looked at the familiar faces before him, a hint of admiration also appeared in his eyes.
Luox Xinyu’s eyes were still dim and lusterless, but her aura had become even more profound. He could even hear faint, heavenly sounds emanating from her.
Xue Qianlong, a Swordsman who cultivated the Frost Mysteries, was different from Leng Qiushan’s pure sharpness. Her sword carried a chill that seemed capable of freezing one’s very Soul.
Ling Zhan, Bai Li, and Jiang Yun, the former Three Prodigies of their peak, had also made their own progress. Even Muh Qing had broken through to the Celestial Human Realm and come to join the excitement.
"Once the Sect Competition begins, we’ll be opponents."
"Heh, don’t you dare hold back."
Leng Qiushan stilled his trembling longsword and asked, "Are your Elixir reserves sufficient?"
Hearing this, the corners of Qin Ya’s mouth curled up. With a look of utter disdain, he laughed loudly and declared, "Everyone, if you run into me, you have only one fate... defeat!"
The powerful confidence revealed in his words instantly infected the crowd.
Surging waves of War Intent erupted, sweeping through the entire area!
"Hah, how arrogant!"
"Then let’s see who’s the one who’ll be defeated!"
"Say no more. When the time comes, I’ll give you a swift defeat."
"One of the ten spots is definitely mine!"
Inside the Golden Summit Hall, several figures stood proudly, hovering in the void.
One of them, dressed in golden robes and exuding an air of majesty, was none other than the current Palace Master of Kunyun Palace... Ming Yue. At this moment, a faint smile was on his face. He seemed to have been infected by the War Intent of the crowd outside the hall, and his own fighting spirit began to stir.
"Haha, these are the elites of my Kunyun Palace."
"Open the gates!!"
As his words fell, the great doors of the hall slowly swung open from both sides.
Immediately, a vast and majestic aura poured out from the entrance. Everyone quickly reined in their War Intent and looked toward the hall. Figures flickered and instantly rushed inside.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
"Greetings, Elders."
Ming Yue smiled faintly and said, "All of you should know the purpose of your gathering here. The opening of the Void Mausoleum is imminent, so my Kunyun Palace has decided to select ten people to represent our Sect. You will travel to the Void Mausoleum to compete in Martial Arts against the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect, Lingxiao Palace, and Divine Sword Mountain, vying for the Void Saint’s inheritance and bringing glory to the might of Kunyun!"
Upon hearing of the Void Saint’s inheritance, everyone’s breathing grew heavy. That was a Saint they were talking about—a figure who stood at the pinnacle of Martial Arts throughout history.
If they could obtain the inheritance of such a figure, their future path in Martial Arts would have a major safeguard. Even soaring proudly across the Azure Sky wouldn’t be impossible!
Besides, even if they couldn’t get the Saint’s inheritance, the Void Mausoleum was said to be a Saint’s tomb. The burial goods within were innumerable; obtaining just one or two items would be more than enough.
"This selection will be conducted as an arena tournament. After the ten winners are chosen, the defeated will have a ten-day period to challenge them. If a challenger wins, they will take the winner’s place. Is everyone clear on this?"
In other words, winning the tournament didn’t guarantee a spot. Only by defeating all challengers could one be considered a true victor.
No one had any objections to this competition system.
"Good. The drawing will now begin."
As he finished speaking, a huge ball of light materialized and hovered in the air. It then split into countless smaller orbs of light that fell into everyone’s hands, transforming into written characters.
"Heh, look carefully at the names in your hands."
"That is your opponent for this round. For the next round, we will draw again."
"Now, for the first battle: Xue Qianlong versus Yun Za!"
Immediately, a massive, thousand-zhang, golden, square arena appeared in the void. A sharp glint flashed in Xue Qianlong’s eyes. Her figure flickered, and in an instant, she landed on the arena. She stood with her sword in hand, her robes fluttering, like a proud winter plum blossom swaying gracefully amidst the ice and snow.
SWOOSH! A figure in black robes shot onto the arena in an instant.
"I am Yun Za. Please guide me."
Xue Qianlong gave a faint nod, and then an endless Cold Frost Qi erupted from her.
Streaks of Frost Sword Qi soared into the air like a torrential downpour, flying toward Yun Za. An endless, severe cold instantly enveloped the entire arena!
"So cold."
Yun Za cried out in alarm. His figure flickered as he dodged the Frost Sword Qi, but in that same instant, a thick layer of frost covered the ground. Snowflakes began to drift down from the air, and the surroundings seemed to have been plunged into the dead of winter.
Suddenly, a sharp sensation came from all directions as streaks of Sword Qi tore through the air, surrounding Yun Za. His pupils shrank. Ferocious flames erupted around his body, forming a massive wall of fire to block the Frost Sword Qi.
However, the Sword Qi was not only sharp but also carried an intense cold. In the blink of an eye, it shattered the wall of fire. The streaks of Sword Qi struck Yun Za, blasting him into a human-shaped ice sculpture. The outcome of the battle was now clear. Xue Qianlong had won with ease!
"Winner, Xue Qianlong!"
An Elder waved his hand, melting the ice sculpture. Yun Za shuddered, forced to circulate his True Essence to resist the extreme cold!
"I have lost this battle."
Yun Za cupped his fist toward Xue Qianlong as he spoke, but the woman who resembled a winter plum blossom merely nodded, then her figure moved and she leaped off the thousand-zhang arena.
"Next battle, Louis versus Huang Tushui..."
The next two combatants were just ordinary Celestial Human Perfection cultivators, so Qin Ya had no interest in watching. He glanced at the character in his hand; the name written on it was Qir Meng.
"Next battle..."
"Next battle..."
The first round of matches lasted for two days. Finally...
"Next battle, Qin Ya versus Qir Meng!"
At this, Qin Ya’s interest was finally piqued. In an instant, he flew onto the arena.
From the crowd, a young man wielding a large saber shot out. It was Qir Meng, and his heart was currently filled with frustration. Qin Ya was one of the very strongest disciples, and of all the rotten luck, Qir Meng had drawn him. His luck was truly abysmal, but he had no choice but to brace himself and step onto the stage.
"Disciple Qir Meng greets the Elder."
The moment Qir Meng got on stage, he first bowed deeply to Qin Ya.
This felt a bit strange to many people, though they couldn’t quite put their finger on why. Ming Yue and the other Elders, however, just shook their heads with wry smiles. Ming Yue remarked, "A Disciple fighting an Elder... it certainly looks rather unorthodox."
The other Elders couldn’t help but purse their lips. ’Tsk, and who was it that personally appointed him?’