Chapter 164: Fangs Broken?

Account:

Password:

On the blood-stained arena, Lu Ye looked up. The cat demon opposite him crouched low, one hand pressed to the ground, the other raised to her mouth. Each of her hands wore an incredibly sharp claw gauntlet. She licked the blood from her gauntlet, an eerie light shining in her eyes, and let out a soft meow, as if in provocation.

A faint smile played on her lips. She could see Lu Ye was weakening, and victory beckoned to her.

With her fluid movements and sharp claws, she was no mere cat; she was a cheetah.

The crouching figure suddenly sprang forward. As she neared, she executed a sharp turn. Lu Ye's eyes darted to the side, and as he rose, he thrust his saber straight out!

A grating screech echoed, and sparks flew as the cat demon's figure became visible. The saber tip grazed her cheek, the sharp blade leaving a tiny scratch on her smooth, tender face. Yet, she smiled, for at that moment, her gauntlet had ensnared Lu Ye's long saber!

Lu Ye tried to pull back his saber, but he couldn't.

The cat demon immediately swung the gauntlet on her other hand, and spiritual energy flashed over it.

With a cracking sound, the spiritual long saber that had accompanied Lu Ye for months snapped, leaving only half its blade.

This spiritual weapon was one he had obtained by killing a clean-faced cultivator in Qingyun Mountain. It only had a single enchantment to reinforce the blade, making it one of the lowest quality spiritual weapons. That clean-faced cultivator's cultivation level wasn't high, so he couldn't afford a better one.

Yet, even with its low quality, this spiritual long saber displayed unimaginable lethality in Lu Ye's hands because he could imbue it with sharpness spirit patterns.

Along his journey, at least fifty or sixty cultivators from Myriad Demons Ridge had died by this blade. If this round of continuous battles was included, the number had already exceeded a hundred.

As of today, this long saber, which had accompanied Lu Ye throughout his journey, was severed!

Many cultivators on the Grand Heaven Alliance side changed their expressions. When a cultivator's spiritual weapon is broken, their strength is bound to be impaired. Especially for Lu Ye, the reason he could kill so many Sixth-Stage cultivators beyond his rank was partly due to his own profound foundation, and this spiritual weapon also played a crucial role.

In contrast, the cultivators from Myriad Demons Ridge let out long sighs of relief, especially those powerful cultivators on the Spirit Stream Ranking, who were all beaming with smiles.

Victory is assured!

Both the Grand Heaven Alliance and Myriad Demons Ridge believed that the long saber in Lu Ye's hand was a spiritual weapon of excellent quality. The fact that the Sixth-Stage cultivators who faced him were cut down without any ability to fight back was the best proof. This spiritual long saber was Lu Ye's fangs!

Therefore, Myriad Demons Ridge had always been trying to sever these fangs. As long as they were broken, Myriad Demons Ridge would be invincible. The cultivators who had appeared before often chose to directly attack Lu Ye, not because they thought they could defeat him, but to try and damage the saber in his hand!

Unfortunately, no one had succeeded until now. At this moment, the cat demon lived up to expectations, relying on her swift speed and two gauntlets to break the saber that was stained with the blood of Myriad Demons Ridge cultivators!

With his fangs broken, the Bixue Sect disciple named Lu Ye would no longer have any room to resist.

The moment the long saber broke, the cat demon excitedly pounced on Lu Ye, her two gleaming eyes full of excitement. She seemed to see abundant rewards beckoning to her, and she also saw Lu Ye swing the broken saber towards her!

If it were before, facing such a strike, she would certainly have dodged. After all, she excelled in speed, but her own defense was not particularly good; if Lu Ye truly landed a blow, she would definitely not end up well.

But now, she did not dodge. Instead, she rushed into Lu Ye's embrace, the gauntlet on her right hand thrusting directly towards his chest.

*Puch!* Blood splattered as the cat demon's gauntlet pierced Lu Ye's chest. But she froze in place, looking up at Lu Ye, her face filled with confusion: "How could you..."

Lu Ye kicked out, sending the cat demon in front of him flying. While still in mid-air, she raised a hand to clutch her throat. As she stumbled to the ground, copious amounts of blood flowed from between her hands, and blood also welled from her mouth and nose. Gurgling sounds came from her, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. After struggling for a moment, the light in her eyes rapidly faded.

Lu Ye raised a hand to cover his chest and took a deep breath. He sensed his injury; it wasn't severe and hadn't touched his heart.

In that instant, he had the opportunity to activate a Guardian Spirit Pattern to defend himself. However, his spiritual energy was diminishing with each fight, and as he consumed spiritual pills, his spiritual energy became increasingly muddled. Therefore, he would try his best to conserve spiritual energy whenever possible, even if it meant sustaining minor injuries.

In the profound silence of the arena, he walked to the front of the Grand Heaven Alliance's encampment, holding his broken saber. He sat down cross-legged, took out healing powder from his storage bag, and applied it to his chest.

Wei Yang watched him, her fists clenched tightly, strongly suppressing the urge to go and help him bandage his wounds.

"Idiot!" a powerful cultivator from Myriad Demons Ridge on the Spirit Stream Ranking cursed through gritted teeth. Lu Ye's weapon breaking was absolutely the closest Myriad Demons Ridge had come to victory. At that moment, if the cat demon had only been more cautious, she would have had a great chance to kill Lu Ye. But that fellow got too carried away; she was killed by a single saber strike to the throat, dying inexplicably. It was utterly foolish.

The fortieth battle concluded. Only three more battles remained, and the sky was already fully bright!

However, it no longer mattered. Lu Ye's long saber was broken, and his overall strength would undoubtedly be greatly weakened. He could be defeated in the final three battles, no matter what.

Several powerful cultivators on the Spirit Stream Ranking exchanged glances and all let out long sighs of relief.

Before signing the Heavenly Secret Pact with Li Baxian, none of them had expected the situation to develop this way. Everyone had thought that even if Lu Ye was powerful, he wouldn't last ten rounds under such continuous combat.

But now, it wasn't just ten rounds; it was forty!

By this point, their greatest relief was the information provided by Han Zheyue. Otherwise, had they unknowingly agreed to his challenge against cultivators of the same cultivation level, he might have already defeated all forty-three sects. That would have been Myriad Demons Ridge's greatest joke.

In front of the arena, three Myriad Demons Ridge cultivators looked at each other. These were the challengers from the last three sects. One of them was from the Sacred Fire Sect, with a flaming symbol on his forehead that seemed to burn, marking him as a disciple of Sacred Fire. The other two were disciples from major sects of two or three ranks.

They were placed last, naturally, due to their backgrounds. The sects behind the previously appearing individuals were not as powerful as theirs, which was why they were placed earlier.

The previous forty individuals had paved the path to the throne of victory with blood and death. Now, whoever stepped forward had a great chance to claim the fruits of victory.

This not only concerned generous rewards but also their own futures. Thus, all three wanted to be the next to enter the arena.

However, the Sacred Fire Sect was only a Fourth-Rank sect after all, and compared to the other two, it was still somewhat inferior. After a slight hesitation, the disciple from the Sacred Fire Sect voluntarily stepped back, clearly yielding the opportunity to the other two.

"Senior Brother Huping, what do you say?" one person spoke, eagerness shining in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Zian, you've given me a dilemma," Huping said, lowering his voice. "If I say I'll go first, you definitely won't agree. But if I let you go first, I wouldn't be happy either. At a critical moment like this, we can't possibly fight among ourselves to decide who goes first."

"Indeed, but someone has to go first," Zian nodded.

"How about this: let him choose for himself. Whoever he picks, that's who it is!"

"That way... excellent!"

After their brief discussion, the two stood in place and waited, their gazes fixed on Lu Ye, who was still recovering on the arena, as if looking at a dead man.

Near the Grand Heaven Alliance side, Lu Ye silently assessed his own condition. It was very bad. Even with a joss stick's worth of time to recover, his spiritual energy wouldn't recover much. After fighting continuously like this, he now only had about thirty percent of his spiritual energy left.

Although he had many injuries, none were severe. The healing powder Huaci had prepared for him had an excellent effect on external wounds, but the symptoms of blood loss still made him feel a bit light-headed.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, nor how many more battles he had to fight. But he knew that if someone accepted the challenge, he had to step forward.

This was the path he had chosen. Just as he had said before, he wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to wait for it.

The joss stick beside him burned out, signaling that the recovery time was up.

Lu Ye leaned on his broken saber and stood up, walking forward step by step.

Wei Yang opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately, she didn't speak.

She had wanted to tell Lu Ye that he only needed to win three more battles, but she was afraid that saying it would affect his state. Sometimes, knowing the future's trajectory wasn't necessarily a good thing.

On Golden Light Peak, surging crowds surrounded the area. Over five thousand cultivators from both major factions had gathered here. While Lu Ye was recovering, there had been sounds of people talking, and the scene was chaotic. But when he stepped out, the entire world fell silent.

Thousands of pairs of eyes watched him intently. Even the cultivators from Myriad Demons Ridge had lost their previous contempt and mockery; everyone looked at him with extreme solemnity.

A Fifth-Stage cultivator, fighting forty consecutive battles beyond his rank without a single defeat—such a proud record commanded respect from everyone. Even cultivators from the opposing faction would give him sufficient regard.

It was foreseeable that for a long time to come, the figure carrying a broken saber and stepping onto the blood-drenched arena would be the nightmare of many Myriad Demons Ridge cultivators.

On the arena, Lu Ye stood firm as mountain winds howled around him.

From Myriad Demons Ridge, two figures stepped forward. The next moment, thousands of sharp gazes from the Grand Heaven Alliance fixed on them. Among them were many powerful cultivators from the Spirit Stream Ranking, and killing intent instantly began to surge.

The two Myriad Demons Ridge cultivators almost shrank back in fear. This aura... it was too terrifying.

Huping knew something was amiss and quickly explained, "We are not trying to fight two against one. We simply want Daoist Brother Yi Ye to choose an opponent himself."

Zian nodded repeatedly, indicating that they would never stoop to such an unsportsmanlike act as fighting two against one.

Lu Ye raised his broken saber, pointed at Huping, and said calmly, "Then it's you."

Huping's eyebrow rose in unexpected pleasant surprise.

Although Zian was unwilling, he still retreated.

Huping took a shallow breath. Just as he was about to introduce himself to Lu Ye, a thud sounded beside his ear. He saw blood-stained dirt flying up from Lu Ye's side as Lu Ye himself shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, pouncing on him.

Huping was greatly startled. This fellow always introduced himself; why this time did he not even give him a chance to speak? What kind of madness was this?