#308 - Emperor Sutra, Battle against King Yan

On the towering peak of the Dao Sect, countless eyes converged on the figure standing on the arena, all filled with intense shock. A moment later, the arena quickly erupted in a lively uproar.

"That Ying Wuxie actually defeated Qingye, the top disciple of the Earth Hall, in just two exchanges?"

"So strong!"

"..."

Amidst the discussions, Wang Yan, clad in a gray robe, stared intently at the arena. His usually indifferent eyes now held a sharp focus, his gaze fixed upon Lin Yun.

From that figure, he sensed a hint of danger.

"No matter who I face, I must win this time! I must make those Yuan Gate beasts pay their blood debt."

Wang Yan muttered in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with intense determination.

The lively discussions continued to echo in the sky. At this moment, the steward finally snapped out of his daze and announced loudly, "This match, Ying Wuxie wins!"

As soon as the announcement fell, the arena became even more boisterous.

Many eyes were sizing up Lin Yun and Wang Yan, seemingly comparing who was stronger.

Qingye, lying on the ground, had extreme unwillingness in his eyes, but he was helpless. He suddenly lowered his head, allowing two Earth Hall disciples to rush over and help him back.

In the following time, Lin Yun also made three more appearances. His opponents were all outstanding direct disciples, but none of them lasted more than one move under his hand. Four consecutive victories also allowed Lin Yun to enter the finals of the Hall Examination.

At this time, the remaining disciples were almost all the top existences in the four halls.

In the fifth match, Lin Yun encountered Lin Dong.

Lin Dong went all out, but ultimately he was defeated.

Walking off the arena, Lin Dong sighed in his heart, "Alas, the gap between my strength and Brother Lin Yun's seems to be getting wider and wider."

"Next, I must cultivate even harder."

On Wang Yan's side, he had also been winning continuously, and no one even dared to fight him.

The title of second on the sect's wanted list caused many disciples to concede defeat before even stepping onto the stage.

Time also slowly passed in this strange atmosphere, and the matches in the arena came to an end one after another.

The news here quickly spread, so later on, the disciples from the surrounding peaks also came in droves, eventually surrounding the mountaintop.

"The next match, Ying Xiaoxiao of the Heaven Hall, versus Wang Yan of the Heaven Hall!"

The steward in the sky turned his gaze to the two highly anticipated figures.

Ying Xiaoxiao outside the arena also took a deep breath and landed on the arena, looking at the man carrying a black heavy sword opposite her.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, please enlighten me!"

Wang Yan's expression also showed a slight fluctuation, and a hoarse voice slowly came out: "You know my purpose for returning. I won't hold back later."

"Senior Brother Wang Yan should also understand me." Ying Huanhuan took a breath of cold air and said, looking directly at Wang Yan.

Words didn't need to be spoken; both sides already understood each other's meaning.

A trace of gloom flashed across the depths of Wang Yan's eyes, and then he shook his head and said, "In the future, I will repay the Dao Sect with my life!"

Ying Xiaoxiao sighed. She knew that Wang Yan wouldn't listen to anything now. He was already extremely stubborn and could only see the truth under his hands.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, let's begin!"

On the high platform, Ying Xuanzi's eyes, as still as a deep pool, stared at the arena. After taking a glance at Lin Yun, he waved his hand.

Seeing this, the steward in the arena nodded and suddenly waved his palm down.

"The match begins!"

Boom!

Two majestic and surging Yuan Powers erupted from the bodies of the two people in the arena almost at the same time.

Even the direct disciples of the four halls were moved by the extent of that Yuan Power's strength.

Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm, the peak of the Nirvana Realm!

"Tiangang Three Flowers Sword!"

Ying Xiaoxiao took the lead, and a three-foot green sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

Then, the green light whizzed, almost instantly turning into three green sword flowers. On the sword flowers, there were extremely restrained sword glows releasing bit by bit, and an extremely powerful killing force spread out.

Seeing this, Wang Yan clenched his palm, and the black giant sword behind him immediately flew out and landed in his hand.

"Black Demon Slash!"

Wang Yan held the black heavy sword, his face indifferent. Without any fancy swordsmanship, majestic Yuan Power surged frantically, and then he slashed down with a sword.

"Boom!"

A low sound exploded in the air, and then black light and green light erupted, as if out of control, cutting the entire field into a mess.

Two figures, as fast as ghosts, crisscrossed in the arena. Sword bodies touched, sparks splashed and scattered, and the overflowing sword energy directly cut the arena into a mess.

Looking at the two people in the arena, Lin Yun shook his head, "Wang Yan, who came out of the line of life and death, is more ruthless. Ying Xiaoxiao is about to lose."

As soon as the voice fell, Ying Xiaoxiao's body took the lead in erupting with monstrous Yuan Power, like a giant wave, frantically condensing behind her. In the next instant, it turned into a hundred-foot giant light sword behind her.

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"Heavenly Emperor Scripture, Great Heavenly Cloud-Scraping Sword!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ying Xiaoxiao stretched out her jade hand and then grabbed the giant light sword from afar.

In the next moment, a clear and cold shout suddenly came from her mouth.

At the same time, her figure directly appeared on the giant sword, and then she waved her palm violently.

Along with the fall of her jade hand, the giant key suspended in the sky also rushed straight to Wang Yan.

"Let's end it, Great Heavenly Cloud-Scraping Sword!"

As Wang Yan's voice fell, a giant light sword also condensed in front of him.

Two dazzling rays of light, like two meteors, streaked across the sky, and then collided violently under the gaze of countless eyes!

Boom!

At the moment of the collision, it seemed that the world was shaking. The terrifying sharp sword light swept away, and dozens of huge arenas around were shattered into powder under the impact of the sword light. Some Dao Sect disciples around also retreated violently, fearing that they would be involved.

In the sky, black and cyan lights were frantically eroding, and the scene of covering the sky and the sun was like the end of the world.

After the light dispersed, a graceful figure flew out of the arena.

"You lost!" Wang Yan looked indifferently at Ying Xiaoxiao and said.

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Yan.

If Wang Yan won, then the Dao Sect would definitely suffer heavy losses in this sect war.

There were already three little kings before, and now with the more monstrous chief disciple of Yuan Gate, the consequences were unimaginable.

Thinking of this, many people turned their eyes to Lin Yun, who was standing outside the arena.

Ying Huanhuan's eyes also turned to Lin Yun, who nodded slightly and showed a smile, "Don't worry."

"Can the results be announced?" Wang Yan raised his head, looked at the steward, and said lightly.

The steward heard the words and looked at Ying Xuanzi on the high platform, who nodded calmly.

Seeing this, the steward announced loudly.

"In this match, Wang Yan wins!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Yan's eyes turned to Lin Yun's direction.

Everyone's eyes around him also looked at him in unison.

Wang Yan's hoarse voice slowly came out from the field: "Ying Wuxie, come on!"