Sage of Humanity

The experts of the Haotian Alliance could see that, so how could those from the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge fail to notice?

Therefore, for the fourth match, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge sent out a cultivator who was skilled in combat skills. This person wielded a longsword which, propelled by spirit force, seemed to come alive in their hands. Stabbing, pointing, flicking, lifting... A variety of techniques were displayed, truly dazzling the onlookers.

However, after Lu Ye hacked down a few times, the swordplay of this person transformed from dazzling to disordered. They barely managed to spot an opening and thrust their sword toward Lu Ye's chest, only to have it blocked by a swiftly vanishing spirit rune.

Since Han Zheyue had already exposed the Defense Spirit Runes, Lu Ye naturally didn't consider hiding them. He had not activated them before because there was no need. However, facing such a skilled opponent, the Defense Spirit Runes became very important. He had encountered such a skilled foe in the battle where he rescued Amber, knowing how to deal with them.

That is, not to compete in skill. No matter how high your skills are, eat a few of my slashes first. In short, you fight your way, I kill my way!

The determined thrust failed to hit its mark, and as the broadsword chopped down, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator's eyes revealed terror. He opened his mouth to shout, "I concede..."

But before the last word could be uttered, the head had already fallen to the ground.

Lu Ye stood still, his blood Qi churning, his killing intent surging.

A realization dawned on him; as long as my slashes are fast enough, the enemy won't have the chance to concede!

He was aware that fighting this way would consume a lot of his strength, and he also knew he should be dragging out the fights, but after all, he was just one person, unsure of how many battles he'd have to face. Only by first instilling fear in the enemy would the subsequent situations turn for the better.

Staring at the corpse lying on the ground, Lu Ye suddenly discovered that such skilled opponents didn't seem so difficult to deal with. At that time, when he rescued Amber, he nearly perished along with the enemy. Although he ultimately killed his foe, he was also gravely injured and had to be taken back by Amber for treatment by Hua Ci, enduring that conniving woman's mockery.

He slowly realized that it wasn't that the enemies were easy to deal with, but that he had gained richer combat experience. The repeated life-and-death struggles and battles, the bloodshed and scars, not only brought about an increase in strength but also enhanced his experience and judgment.

Indeed, he killed without a set formula, but every slash he delivered was the most fluid and perfect one. Compared to rigid techniques, this was the best skill of all.

This was a killing skill!

"Little junior brother!" The voice of Li Baxian suddenly came from behind him. After killing that person, Lu Ye had stood still as if fixed by an immobilization spell. His opponent had already made a move, yet he remained indifferent.

Lu Ye came back to his senses, realizing that unconsciously he had gained many things that he hadn't noticed before.

A gust of wind brushed the back of his head, and he immediately turned around, slashing out with his sword, colliding with the incoming Spiritual Artifact, sparking a shower of sparks!

Only then did Lu Ye see clearly what his opponent looked like—a burly fellow wielding a broadsword as wide as a finger, leaping from mid-air and chopping down fiercely.

The moment the weapons collided, Lu Ye's body sank slightly, shifting his center of gravity to stabilize his stance, and then he immediately countered with a slash.

The piercing sound of friction arose when disbelief flashed in the burly male cultivator's eyes. An irresistible force came from the front, sending him flying.

This scene dumbfounded everyone.

Whether in terms of size or the size comparison of their weapons, Lu Ye and his opponent were completely different. His opponent was obviously a mightily powerful type, someone with abundant blood Qi by nature and suited for the path of the physique cultivator. But it seemed this person wanted to be a combat cultivator, hence the choice of such an exaggerated weapon to dominate with sheer power.

His choice wasn't wrong, for on this journey, no cultivator of the same realm had been able to compare with him in strength. Even those with comparable strength were chopped into doubting their lives by his exaggerated broadsword.

Until now...

What was even harder for him to accept was that his opponent, with just a single hand wielding a knife, had sent him flying! Now it was his turn to question life.

"Such strong power!" Next to Li Baxian, a Spirit Stream Ranking expert exclaimed in a low voice. And it wasn't clear if it was just an illusion, but he felt that there was some change in Lu Ye!

If previously Lu Ye was still holding back somewhat, now he had completely let loose...

Li Baxian's eyes flickered. He too noticed something different.

"You have yet to introduce yourself!" At the ring, Lu Ye had already followed up quickly as he sent his opponent flying. Before the man could land, he delivered several slashes, leaving multiple wounds on his body and causing blood to spurt. The man twisted his features in pain and raised his sword in defense when he landed.

However, his approach was to fight with wide and powerful swings, not particularly agile. Compared to him, Lu Ye was like an elegantly fluttering butterfly, extremely flexible.

In the blink of an eye, the man was covered in wounds. Fortunately, the cuts weren't deep, which gave him the illusion that he could continue fighting.

However, those watching clearly saw that the only reason he could still stand in the ring was that Lu Ye had not struck to kill. It seemed he was deliberately tormenting his opponent.

"Which sect do you belong to?" Lu Ye asked again, simultaneously forcing his opponent back with a strike.

The burly male cultivator gasped for air, knowing he was no match yet still retorted with determination, "Ninghe Fort!"

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Lu Ye nodded slightly, and with dirt and stones flying beneath his feet, he instantly appeared before his opponent. His speed was so fast that the burly male cultivator couldn't react in time. By the time he saw Lu Ye swinging his blade, he could only hurriedly raise his greatsword to block in front of him.

Lu Ye immediately pulled back his blade and thrust it straight forward, the blade entering through the chest and exiting out the back, impaling his opponent cleanly.

As he withdrew his blade, blood gushed out, and Lu Ye kicked the man away with a swift strike of his foot.

Lying on the ground, the man felt his life fading away, and until his death, he couldn't understand one thing: why had his enemy, who clearly could have finished him off quickly, not done so before?

From the Haotian Alliance camp, Weh Ying murmured softly, "Our little junior brother seems to hold grudges deeply."

Li Baxian nodded in agreement. Asking the opponent about their origin twice during combat was not a sign of empathy but rather to remember the sect behind them, especially since he promptly disposed of his opponent as soon as he got the answer he wanted...

He couldn't help but crack a smile. If the junior brother had the leisure for such thoughts, it meant he had some confidence. If he couldn't survive this fight, there would be no point in remembering the enemy's sect.

No wonder before each battle began, he would announce his own sect. He had thought it was because the child knew proper etiquette, but as it turned out, he was merely making a mental note of his adversaries.

On the stage, Lu Ye raised a hand, "I need to recuperate!"

He didn't proceed with the killing. After consecutively defeating five men in the initial battles, four dead, with only the first being from the Level 5 realm and the rest from the Level 6, his initial display of might was already sufficient.

His spirit force was somewhat depleted, but not by a significant amount, since each battle ended rather swiftly. But as this was a battle of endurance, he needed time to recuperate in order to ensure that his spirit force remained abundant.

It was his right, and it was also stipulated in the Heaven's Augury Pact. Naturally, nobody from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge could refuse. Your next chapter awaits on empire

Soon, Lu Ye returned to his own camp where, under the protection of Li Baxian and Weh Ying, he swallowed an elixir pill and pretentiously took out two Spirit Stones to hold in his palms.

He hadn't constructed the Spirit Energy Gathering Spirit Runes near his spiritual orifice because the recuperation time was too short. Even though the consumption of the runes was minimal, it wasn't worth the cost.

He merely switched his Cultivation Technique to Bestial Gluttony Feast to speed up the refinement of the elixir pill.

While he was recuperating, several strong individuals from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge gathered together and discussed their tactics against him in secret.

Han Zheyue was called over, and a strong cultivator from the top twenty of the Spirit Stream Ranking asked, "The strength and speed of this youngster from the Righteous Blood Sect are extraordinary, not something typical of a Level 5 realm cultivator. Was he always like this?"

From the recent few battles, they deducted that Lu Ye's ability to defeat those stronger than him was not primarily due to his Defense Spirit Runes; after all, he rarely used them throughout the fights.

So even if their cultivation was one realm higher and they weren't as fast or as powerful, they were still no match for him.

That question stumped Han Zheyue; she didn't actually know what Lu Ye was like before, as she had only been stationed at the Central Peak hall during the Dragon Spring Meet and hadn't witnessed how Lu Ye slaughtered their sect members herself.

After pondering briefly, Han Zheyue said, "This may have something to do with his undergoing the Dragon Spring Body Tempering."

"Dragon Spring Body Tempering?" The inquirer furrowed his brows, evidently having never heard of it. The Spirit Stream battlefield was vast, and every place had its resources. The Dragon Spring was not bad, but it was only considered for low-level cultivators, and in the grand scale of the battlefield, it didn't have much fame.

Han Zheyue then briefly recounted the events of the Dragon Spring Meet and added, "This time, there was an issue with the Dragon Spring. When our disciples from the Tailuo Sect entered, the power of Dragon Spring was almost negligible. Upon verification later, those from Mount Qingyu didn't gain much either."

She was irritated when talking about it.

The Dragon Spring Meet was a competition for disciples from the three sects to fight for the chance to enter Dragon Spring, as well as a contest between the sects' power. Tailuo Sect lost so many disciples for a few spots, only for their disciples to gain little from it, which was tantamount to dying in vain.

Anyone would be upset in her position, so upon hearing about Lu Ye, Han Zheyue hurriedly came to pursue him.

"It seems that it doesn't have much to do with that Dragon Spring!" the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator frowned. "It appears that he has exceptional talent?"

No wonder he had the confidence to act so arrogantly, even daring to challenge the entire Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.

However, he wasn't panicked. The round-robin battle had just begun, and although they had lost five men, many had not yet joined the fight. With proper arrangements, Lu Ye would be exhausted and dead within three days.