Chapter 814: The Expecting Sect Leader

His voice, like an invisible yet extremely penetrating wind, swept across the entire floating fairy island in an instant, echoing clearly in the ears of Su Jian and others.

All the contestants who heard this voice felt as if they were suddenly bound by a mysterious spell. They stood still in a daze with frozen expressions on their faces, as if time had stood still.

Then, the long-suppressed surprise was like a surging tide, completely drowning them without any warning.

Their eyes instantly welled up with crystal tears. Some of them were so emotional that their throats seemed to be choked by something and they almost couldn't cry.

They had been waiting for this result for too long.

In the days before the competition ended, every day was filled with fear.

They always felt that there was a sword hanging over their heads, shining with cold light and ready to harvest their lives at any time. What frightened them the most was the dreaded Kunlun swordsman. They were afraid that he would suddenly come to them without any warning.

During that dark time, each of them was like a lamb to be slaughtered, living in constant fear.

And in the entire floating fairy island, the only hunter who dominates life and death is the swordsman from Kunlun.

The Kunlun swordsman was like the cold-blooded god of death slowly walking out from the abyss of hell, emitting a terrifying murderous aura as he searched everywhere for traces of other contestants.

Anyone who is targeted by him will suffer a miserable fate.

Some died on the spot, their lives ended; others had their cultivation cruelly abolished, becoming useless people with no dignity and being bullied in the world of immortals.

In just a few short days, this Kunlun swordsman had taken root deeply in everyone's heart like a demon, becoming an indelible and terrifying nightmare.

In the days that followed, whenever someone mentioned his name, they would instantly become so frightened that their faces turned pale as paper and their bodies would tremble violently and uncontrollably.

"Is it finally over? I really am one of the final thousand people!"

One contestant's eyes were red, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and relief, as he murmured almost chokingly.

"It was not easy at all. Fortunately, I was not targeted by that sword demon, otherwise I would be completely finished!"

Another contestant was still in shock. He patted his chest, his tone full of emotion of surviving a disaster.

"If anyone tells me that Kunlun disciples are no good again, I will never forgive him!"

A burly man shouted loudly with a flushed face and indignation.

"That Kunlun swordsman is simply crazy. He either kills people or turns them into useless things. It's so scary!"

A thin contestant shrank his neck, with a hint of fear in his voice.

"I am finally free now. I don't have to live in the shadow of that Kunlun Sword Demon every day anymore!"

Some people in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on their faces.

"I think that Kunlun Sword Demon may have reached the realm of Immortal Emperor, otherwise how could he be so powerful!" A tall young man said slowly with a thoughtful and awe-inspiring look in his eyes.

Many contestants who managed to survive were filled with gratitude. They were extremely grateful for the favor of fate and were glad that they did not meet the "Kunlun Sword Demon" head on.

Because they knew in their hearts that with the terrifying power of the Kunlun Sword Demon, there was no way they could escape their fate if they encountered him.

What they found most helpless and ridiculous was the original statement that was circulated.

At that time, some people spread the rumor that Kunlun's disciples were sinister and cunning, had no strength of their own, and could only rely on external forces to win.

At first, they believed this statement without a doubt. Deep down in their hearts, they never really looked down on Kunlun's disciples and all thought that Kunlun's disciples were nothing special.

But now, if someone brazenly says that Kunlun's disciples are incompetent, they will definitely be the first to stand up and argue with them, even at the cost of fighting.

After all, just one Kunlun Sword Demon was enough to make everyone on the entire Floating Fairy Island tremble in fear.

If this isn't amazing, then what else can be called amazing?

This floating fairy island was the first to finish the game, and this unusual situation quickly attracted the attention of many sect leaders.

"Huh? Why did that arena end the match first? In my impression, that arena doesn't seem to have any particularly outstanding top talents?"

A sect leader who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an extraordinary temperament frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion, and muttered to himself.

In his opinion, there were no particularly outstanding geniuses in that arena, which meant that the strength gap between the many contestants was not that great and was relatively balanced.

According to common sense, it is often difficult and time-consuming to determine the final result in such a competition.

Therefore, this situation puzzled many sect leaders.

Just as everyone was guessing, one of the sect leaders suddenly jumped out excitedly, a smug look on his face, and laughed without any scruples: "Hahaha, do you even need to ask? It must be Qin Cang from my Feixue Sect who showed his might!"

The person who spoke was the leader of Feixue Sect. At this moment, his face was flushed and his excitement was evident.

Qin Cang, as the proud disciple of Feixue Sect, although his talent is not the best among the best, he is firmly in the first echelon.

The most important thing is that Qin Cang holds a semi-emperor weapon. In the world of immortal cultivation, possessing a semi-emperor weapon is almost equivalent to having the confidence to be invincible.

In the eyes of everyone, no one has the ability to defeat or even kill a strong man who wields a semi-imperial weapon. Even those geniuses with great reputation and extraordinary talent find it difficult to do so.

The leader of Feixue Sect had a rosy face and was smiling from ear to ear. He was full of absolute trust in Qin Cang.

He firmly believed that with Qin Cang's strength, coupled with that extremely powerful sword, it would be effortless for him to sweep through the enemy on this stage.

Looking at the complacent Feixue Sect Master, the other sect masters all felt a little jealous.

However, what is more important is the envy that is difficult to conceal.

After all, Qin Cang was indeed blessed with great fortune, and this alone was something that not ordinary people could compare to.

Soon, one thousand contestants who successfully advanced flew into the air from the floating fairy island and slowly landed.

The eyes of many sect leaders were all turned in this direction, their eyes full of anticipation. They couldn't wait to see the disciples of their sect.

Whenever they saw disciples from their own sect appear in their field of vision, these sect leaders would involuntarily reveal a look of satisfaction, the wrinkles on their faces would smooth out with relief, and they would nod in praise continuously.

The most proud and proud one among them is naturally the leader of Feixue Sect.

When he saw that some ordinary and inconspicuous disciples from other sects were able to successfully advance, he became even more certain about Qin Cang's advancement.

After all, Qin Cang is much better than those people, and there is no reason not to advance.