Asuru God Soul

Opposite Chu Xingyu was the Lin Clan's Young Patriarch, Lin Zhiyu, who was dressed in a suit and had a gloomy face and eyes sharper than an eagle.

Lin Zhiyu was the strongest member of the Lin Clan.

He had never appeared in the Sunset Clouds Manor's Large Competition before.

The Lin Clan's Young Patriarch's appearance on the stage immediately caused a huge commotion.

This was the Lin Family's final boss.

The strength that Chu Xingyu had displayed had surprised the martial artists below. It turned out that this young man wasn't as weak as they had imagined him to be. In fact, he had some ability to do so.

However, the Lin Feng that Chu Xingyu killed couldn't be considered the strongest amongst all the youths in the Lin Clan.

Lin Zhiyu's strength could easily suppress Lin Feng.

Chu Xingyu, who had killed Lin Feng, was a threat to the others. However, when facing the tyrannical Lin Zhiyu, the gap between the two of them was akin to heaven and earth.

If Chu Xingyu touched Lin Zhiyu, she would die!

Just when everyone was analyzing how Lin Zhiyu had beaten Chu Xingyu.

Pow!

A figure gently landed on the stage.

The contact point of this figure was extremely light. Just as he entered the arena, he had already manifested the rich and vigorous Essence Qi within his body.

"Lin Family's Lin Zhiyu is not someone that a trash like you can fight. There is no need for you to fight him!"

"Your mission is complete. Now, it's none of your business. You can scram!"

The prideful Song Yuanlong didn't even look at Chu Xingyu, he just told her to scram.

"Hmm?"

Chu Xingyu's eyes turned cold, what kind of person did Song Yuanlong think he was?

The servant who cleared the way for him?

"Young man, you can come down."

"Your comrade is extremely powerful. With him here, you'll definitely win."

Zhu Rong showed a wry smile. In this day and age, each person with great power was even weirder than the last.

Song Yuanlong had to compete even with his companions.

However, Song Yuanlong's odds of winning against Lin Zhiyu were slightly higher than Chu Xingyu's.

For Chu Xingyu's sake, let him down and leave the rest of the battle to Song Yuanlong.

Chu Xingyu didn't move, he wanted to personally kill those from the Lin Clan.

Song Yuanlong wanted to snatch it from him, but he was not qualified!

"..."

"Lin Zhiyu, you're finally willing to go on stage!"

Song Yuanlong was standing on the stage. He had been waiting for Lin Zhiyu for a long time.

The pair of eyes beneath the mask stared mercilessly at Lin Zhiyu.

"Who are you?"

Lin Zhiyu's sharp eyes revealed a hint of doubt. The masked youth opposite him seemed to recognize him.

"Have you forgotten me so soon?"

Song Yuanlong tore it off with his right hand, causing the mask on his face to fall and reveal his true face.

"Song Yuanlong!"

Lin Zhiyu's eyes narrowed as he enunciated each word clearly.

The two of them were rivals in life and death. They hadn't seen each other in three years and Song Yuanlong's appearance hadn't changed at all.

"It's me!"

Song Yuanlong laughed coldly.

"If you let me be expelled from the sect by an elder, then this enmity can be ended now."

There was actually a cold killing intent in Song Yuanlong's eyes.

Three years ago, two people from the same sect were training together, but they fought over the cultivation resources.

In the end, it ended with Song Yuanlong being expelled from the sect.

Song Yuanlong had always remembered this enmity. He was prepared to take revenge on Lin Zhiyu at any time.

Finally, he came to the pulpit and asked for Song Yuanlong's address.

Experts from the Lin Clan roamed everywhere. It was incomparably difficult to kill Lin Zhiyu. The only chance they had was to wait for the great competition of the Sunset Clouds Manor which was held three years ago.

When the time came, no one would be able to stop the battle of life and death.

Even if there were experts from the Lin Clan, they could only watch as he personally killed Lin Zhiyu.

"If it wasn't for the elder who stopped us three years ago, do you think you would still be alive today?"

Lin Zhiyu sneered.

Three years ago, the two of them fought fiercely with each other over cultivation resources.

For a time, the two of them were unable to determine the victor, and in the end, they were rushed over by the Punishment Hall's elders and dealt with by the two of them.

"Three years ago, our strengths were at the same level, but now …"

Boom!

Song Yuanlong coldly laughed. He abruptly released the cultivation of the sixth level of the Martial realm.

The pressure was like a wave, wave after wave rolling across the field and rippling across the field.

"But now, it's different from the past!"

"Lin Zhiyu, your life is about to be ended by me!"

Lin Zhiyu's facial expression changed slightly when he heard Song Yuanlong's fearless words.

It was amazing how his cultivation had improved so quickly after he was expelled from the academy.

"So what if your cultivation has risen to the 6th level of the Martial Saint Realm? I wonder if your martial skill has improved?"

Immediately after, Lin Zhiyu's expression relaxed.

Song Yuanlong had always been stronger than him.

However, the two of them often fought to a standstill.

The two of them had an advantage over each other. Song Yuanlong had a high cultivation, and he himself had superb martial skills.

The cultivation of a martial artist after the Martial Respected Realm was only the manifestation of a martial artist's basic strength.

And the final strength would depend on the grade of the martial skill, the mastery of the martial skill, and the overall measurement of the martial spirit's strength.

Although his cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm, he might not be able to defeat him.

"Hold on!"

Song Yuanlong suddenly shouted.

His gaze swept across the crowd and found that Chu Xingyu was still standing on the stage. The coldness in his eyes intensified.

"This is the stage for my revenge. Brat, get lost!"

From his point of view, after he displayed his strongest strength, Chu Xingyu, who was next to him, should have been scared out of her wits and left the stage dejectedly.

But now, he pretended to be calm as he stood there.

"The stage for your revenge?"

Chu Xingyu's faint smile was mixed with a hint of chilliness.

Song Yuanlong was too arrogant. He first thought of himself as someone who cleaned up the mess.

Now he was using himself as a stepping stone.

The stage of his revenge. What he meant was that everyone was giving him a hand in marriage?

"He wants to stay!"

Lin Zhiyu said coldly, interrupting Song Yuanlong's words.

And then …

Boom!

A shocking pressure once again rose up from the arena.

Lin Zhiyu had also released his own cultivation base.

Before the two of them had even fought, the two powerful presences had already clashed.

Everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

So it turned out that the battle between the two of them was the main event of the day.

"This trash killed my Lin Family members, don't even think about stepping down from the stage!"

"One more trash is not much. Today, I will finish you two off on the stage."

As Song Yuanlong was scolding Chu Xingyu, Lin Zhiyu actually let him stay on stage.

"Both of you, attack together!"

Lin Zhiyu crooked his fingers at the two of them.

Song Yuanlong plus a piece of trash, it was no big deal.

The life and death battle on the arena of the Sunset Clouds Manor competition could be decided only by death.

Below the arena, even if there was a huge conflict between them, the two of them could not fight.

Otherwise, if he violated the rules of the Large Competition, the Lin Clan wouldn't be able to withstand Muyun's rage.

If Chu Xingyu left the arena, then he wouldn't be able to avenge his murder of Lin Feng.

"Stand here! If you dare to make a move, be careful that I don't show any mercy to you!"

Song Yuanlong's eyes were ice-cold as he threatened Chu Xingyu.

The two of them turned a blind eye to Chu Xingyu.

In front of an expert with absolute strength, the weak would not even have the right to breathe.

Chu Xingyu was treated as air.