Chapter 815 Self-doubt

On the edge of this bustling floating fairy island, the crowd surged like a tide, and noisy discussions rose and fell one after another.

Although Qin Cang's figure had not yet been seen, Sect Leader Feixue was standing on the high platform with an upright posture, his expression full of pride and complacency, as if victory was already in his grasp.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence, and thought to himself: "Humph, you mediocre trash disciples can pass this test smoothly, but Qin Cang is holding a half-emperor weapon, so for him, passing this test is a piece of cake!"

His tone was full of disdain, as if in his eyes, the other contestants were nothing but insignificant ants.

At the exit of the martial arts arena, a thousand contestants flew out one after another like birds returning to their nests.

Some of them looked tired, some looked happy, but the familiar figure of Qin Cang was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

As time slowly passed, almost all the contestants had appeared, but Qin Cang was still as nowhere to be found.

Sect Leader Feixue's brows gradually furrowed, and his heart began to beat nervously. His original confidence also dissipated a little without him noticing.

"That's not right. Why hasn't Qin Cang come out yet? The game is over. What on earth does he want to do?!"

Sect Leader Feixue murmured in a low voice. Although he appeared to be calm and composed, as if everything was under control, his slightly trembling hands exposed his inner impatience.

His eyes scanned the crowd anxiously, trying to find Qin Cang among the unfamiliar faces, but to no avail.

"Could it be that... Qin Cang has been eliminated?!"

This thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

His heart suddenly tightened and a barely perceptible panic flashed across his face.

But soon, he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of this idea from his mind: "Impossible, Qin Cang holds a semi-emperor weapon. Among all the contestants, no one can be his opponent. He is invincible by nature! How could he be eliminated?!"

He kept encouraging himself in his heart, trying to calm himself down, but the feeling of uneasiness was like a surging tide, growing stronger and stronger, almost drowning him.

After some self-comfort, Sect Leader Feixue forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and continued to wait.

However, when the last disciple flew out from the exit of the martial arts arena, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

His face turned pale instantly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

"Where's Qin Cang? Why isn't Qin Cang here? Are all the people really out?!"

The voice of Sect Leader Feixue became a little hoarse due to excessive tension and anxiety. His eyes searched the crowd frantically, as if Qin Cang would suddenly pop out from a corner.

When the leaders of several nearby sects saw his distraught look, a hint of barely perceptible gloating flashed in their eyes.

They looked at each other, with false expressions of concern on their faces, and gathered around.

"Master Feixue, what's wrong? You don't look well?"

One of the sect leaders asked hypocritically, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"By the way, where is Qin Cang? I heard that Qin Cang got a semi-emperor weapon, which is very powerful. He should be able to pass the test easily, right?"

The leader of another sect also echoed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"I also think that it will be a piece of cake for Qin Cang to pass this test. However, the last contestant has come out, but Qin Cang has not appeared yet. Could he have died in there?"

Another sect leader deliberately raised his voice, and his exaggerated tone attracted the attention of people around him.

"Don't talk nonsense. Even if Qin Cang loses, he can't die. The Half-Emperor Soldier is still too difficult for other contestants. It's not something those little guys can easily deal with!"

A relatively calm sect leader spoke up to refute, but his eyes were also full of doubts.

"That's true. These little guys haven't even become emperors yet. They don't have any means to deal with semi-emperor soldiers!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and for a moment, all kinds of discussions echoed in the martial arts field.

The words of these sect leaders were like sharp knives, piercing the heart of Sect Leader Feixue.

His expression became even uglier, and he felt angry and anxious, but he had no way to vent.

Before, he was full of vigor and vitality, always acting superior and looking down on others in front of others. But now the situation has changed, and seeing him in such an embarrassed state, these sect leaders felt much better.

However, they themselves were also very confused about Qin Cang's disappearance.

After all, Qin Cang held a semi-emperor soldier in his hand. According to common sense, he should not be defeated, let alone killed.

He should have been on the list of the thousand, but why was he nowhere to be seen in the end? What accident had happened?

Sect Leader Feixue could no longer suppress his anxiety. He rushed out like an angry lion and went straight to the referee.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and loudly questioned the referee: "Elder, why hasn't my disciple Qin Cang come out yet? He shouldn't be eliminated!"

The voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, and it echoed in the field for a long time.

I saw the old referee with red nose sitting leisurely on the side, holding a wine gourd in his hand and taking a sip of wine from time to time.

He was startled by the sudden appearance of Sect Leader Feixue, and an impatient look appeared on his face.

He raised his head nonchalantly, glanced at the leader of Feixue Sect, and said lazily: "If he has not been eliminated and has not shown up now, it means he has died in there."

After saying that, he went back to drinking, as if what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Upon hearing this response, Sect Master Feixue was struck by lightning. His body trembled violently, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

He widened his eyes and denied loudly: "Impossible, how could Qin Cang die?!"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, which was a resistance to reality and a deep concern for his disciples.

The old man with rosacea was upset by his noise. He glared at Master Feixue and said impatiently, "If he's not dead, he was eliminated early. Go back and check your disciples carefully. Maybe he was eliminated a long time ago, but you didn't pay attention."

As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to leave.