Asuru God Soul

"In the final round, there are three teams. They are the Dao Seeking Institute, Lin Clan, and Zhao Clan."

"Now, three teams have come up to draw lots. The empty teams will automatically enter the final round."

Amongst the three teams, the three members of the Lin Family were calm, but a chilling glint flashed across their eyes from time to time.

The Sunset Clouds Manor holding the Large Competition once every three years was far too easy for them.

With this opportunity, they would be able to eradicate the power that was about to rise from the Sunset Clouds Manor.

To eradicate young warriors was like killing their seedlings in a cradle before the trees could grow into trees that could reach the sky.

For the Lin Clan to do such a thing, it was already something they could do easily.

"The Seeking Palace in the third arena is truly lucky. They have never met a strong opponent, unlike the first and second arenas, which only face strong opponents."

"There's no point in advancing to become a Dao Seeking expert. In this round, they will definitely lose."

As they looked at the representatives drawing lots, the candidates in the third ring weren't optimistic about the place to seek the dao.

"The Zhao Family is going against the Lin Family. If they miss their chance to seek the path, they will automatically enter the finals."

When the old man announced the results of the draw, the discussions in the audience became even louder.

"Damn, the Dao Seeking Tower's dog shit luck is really good. The last team is lying down to enter the finals circle."

"Did all the luck of the Dojo of Limits go to this competition?"

The result of the battle announced by the old man caused the Zhao Family members' faces to turn even more grim.

After two rounds of competition, of the three participating clansmen, only one was left. He was also the most powerful clansman in the clan, Zhao Xin.

Originally, they had placed all their hopes on the drawing box, but the best result was that they failed. This way, Zhao Xin would have some time to rest, and the Lin Family would also have to waste a little bit of physical strength.

If things didn't go well, he would be drawn to the Dao Seeking Staircase. That way, he would be able to meet the Lin Clan in the finals.

However, they never would have thought that in the last round, they would encounter their strongest opponent, the Lin Clan of the Sunset Clouds Manor.

"I didn't expect that the finals would arrive so soon."

"The Lin Family and the Zhao Family will fight. Whoever wins will be the champion of the Mu Yun Manor's Grand Competition."

Although the Seeking Palace's performance was eye-catching, the people they fought were weaker opponents among the participating clans.

On the other hand, the Lin and Zhao Families were almost all the top six opponents in the Sunset Cloud Mansion.

They had won from these powerful opponents, so their powers were well-deserved.

"The veteran brigade against the new elite force, the finals will begin early. This is going to be a good show!"

As the Lin and Zhao Family's contestants stepped onto the stage, the crowd's eyes were burning with fervor.

The Lin Family was an established force.

In the past three years, the Zhao Family had risen rapidly, becoming the new elite of the Sunset Clouds Sect.

The restless martial artists in the spectator stands instantly raised the atmosphere to its maximum.

"Lin Feng, come at me!"

Since the finals had been prematurely held, the dejection on Zhao Xin's body had already been completely swept away. He had already displayed 120% of his fighting spirit.

"Lin Feng, make your move!"

Seeing that Lin Feng was still as lazy as before, Zhao Xin shouted once again.

However, Lin Feng's lazy look did not diminish. Instead, he said these words with ridicule.

"Everyone says that your Zhao Family is the new elite of the Muyun Family, but in my opinion, other than the members of my Lin Family, the rest of the family members are trash."

"So what if you're the number one person in the Zhao Family? You still can't change the fact that you're trash."

"Zhao Xin, if you can take ten moves from me, our Lin Family will admit defeat."

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Xin with disdain.

"How dare you insult me like this, insult our Zhao Family!"

Zhao Xin flew into a rage. No matter what, he was still a young hero, but in Lin Feng's eyes, he was nothing more than trash that couldn't even last ten moves.

The strong had their own dignity. Lin Feng's attitude instantly infuriated him.

Swish!

A shadow flashed past.

Zhao Xin launched an attack.

"One!"

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth revealed a cold smile. He brandished the sword in his hand, blocking Zhao Xin's attack.

"Again!"

Zhao Xin's martial spirit emerged, and a demon wolf roared in the air. His combat strength had instantly increased by a lot.

"Two!"

However, he still couldn't break through Lin Feng's defense.

"Lin Feng's sword skill has truly reached perfection."

"I heard that his martial spirit is a sword martial spirit. No one can compete with his understanding of sword skills."

"..."

On the arena, Lin Feng's exquisite sword skills caused Mu Yun Kuang to be unable to resist nodding his head in admiration.

Lin Feng was just past seventeen years old. However, his level of understanding towards sword martial skills was something that even a martial artist in his forties could not compare to.

Swordsmen were the most powerful of the hundred weapons. They could attack and defend.

At this moment, Lin Feng didn't launch any attacks. Instead, he showed off his exquisite sword skills, easily defending against Zhao Xin's attacks.

"Lin Feng is truly an expert with great courage. He has already reached the seventh move. If he still doesn't counterattack, I think he will lose for sure."

The old man on the side also shook his head.

Zhao Xin was also a young powerhouse, so could it be that Lin Feng wanted to defeat him in three moves?

This was obviously impossible.

However, even after the eighth move, there was still no sign of Lin Feng's counterattack.

Lin Feng was about to lose.

"Nine!"

Suddenly, a cold shout sounded from the stage.

In the air, a transparent sword edge appeared. After which, Zhao Xin's corpse flew out from the stage far away.

"In the end, you did not reach ten moves."

Lin Feng blew on the dust on the blade of his sword and walked off the stage.

Looking at the corpses that died with grievances.

As the students discussed amongst themselves in the spectator stands, they had a new understanding of Lin Feng.

Originally, they had planned to watch a evenly matched battle.

However, it was only now that they realized that they had all made a mistake. The new elite force, the Zhao Family, was still unable to hold off the old and powerful Lin Family.

The final round of the Sunset Clouds Sect would begin now.

"The Dojo, which one of you will fight first?"

Just as the old man finished speaking, Chu Xingyu stood up.

He had two goals for participating in the great competition. The first one was to obtain the other half of the Spirit Pagoda's map.

The second was to step up the stage and kill the Lin Clan members.

However, when Chu Xingyu prepared to walk onto the stage.

"That's fine too, these kind of shrimp soldiers and crab generals will be cleaned by people like you."

Song Yuanlong's voice came from behind him.

"Hmm?!"

Chu Xingyu's eyes flashed with a cold light.

The reason why Song Yuanlong had kept his eyes closed all this time was because he felt that the warriors on the stage were all trash.

The trash should be cleaned by the trash.

"No matter how arrogant you are, I would like to experience it for myself."

"However, I have never seen you take action."

"In my opinion, if you're talking about the power of being a chatterbox, you're the true champion of the Sunset Clouds Manor competition."

As soon as Chu Xingyu finished speaking, she walked up the stage.

No matter what, all the disciples that were participating in the Lin Clan competition would be personally killed by Chu Xingyu. However, Song Yuanlong's words made him feel extremely displeased.

"Kid!"

Song Yuanlong suddenly opened his eyes. This was the first time he had been humiliated by Chu Xingyu at the Dao Seeking Tower, but he was stopped by the elder. He did not cause trouble for Chu Xingyu.

Now, this was the second time Chu Xingyu had angered him.

This matter was not more than three. Song Yuanlong already had a trace of coldness towards Chu Xingyu.