394: Wait a minute!

White Cloud Master's gaze swept over Ye Wushang and the sinister-looking Blood Net behind him,

then looked at the "Soul Devouring True Spirit" sword floating in the air, emitting a terrifying Evil Qi, as thoughts raced through his mind.

The opponent had clearly come prepared, pressing him at every step.

If he continued to refuse firmly, it would instead make the Yin Yang Sect appear cowardly and its Disciples incompetent.

Moreover, with his Integration Realm cultivation and the presence of many Peak Masters,

if it was truly just a matter of timely rescue, he was confident he could ensure the safety of the Disciples.

"Fine!"

White Cloud Master replied in a deep voice that echoed throughout the venue,

"We shall do as Vice Gate Master Ye says! The sparring can be done with full effort, but if there is any danger to life, the Elders from both sides may intervene!

The sparring for the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Soul Transformation realms begins now! The first round: the Golden Core Realm!"

As White Cloud Master's voice fell, everyone's attention shifted to the three massive white jade arenas that had risen temporarily in the center of the square.

A faint, cold arc curled at the corner of Ye Wushang's mouth,

as he gave a slight nod to the two Golden Core Perfection Disciples behind him, who possessed cold auras and eyes filled with cunning and cruelty:

"Ghost Seven, Ghost Eight, go and... 'enliven the mood' for our Fellow Daoists of the Yin Yang Sect!"

The two Nine Nether Sect Disciples immediately bowed and accepted the order, their faces wearing excited and cruel smiles,

as their figures flickered like two ghostly shadows, instantly appearing on one of the Golden Core arenas.

The two looked about seventy or eighty percent similar, both with pale faces and sunken eye sockets,

and their lips were dark—a clear sign of practicing some kind of sinister Cultivation Technique.

One had a slender Black Bone Sword hanging from his waist, while the other carried a bulging beast taming pouch.

"Disciples of the Yin Yang Sect, who dares to come up for a battle?!"

Ghost Seven, with the bone sword at his waist, spoke in a shrill voice filled with provocation,

his gaze sweeping across the Yin Yang Sect's Disciple area, full of contempt.

"I'll do it!"

A roar like a clap of thunder exploded!

From the direction of Thunder Marsh Peak, a burly figure shot into the sky like a cannonball,

landing heavily on the arena and making the white jade floor tremble slightly!

The newcomer was the Core Disciple of Thunder Marsh Peak, Lei Qianjun!

He was tall with knotted muscles, and small silver electric arcs flickered around his body,

his aura was violent, and he was also at the Golden Core Perfection Peak!

Almost simultaneously, another sharp sword light flashed as Zhao Chen, a Core Disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak,

stood as straight as a pine and landed steadily beside Lei Qianjun.

His face was cold and his gaze sharp as a sword; a crimson longsword hummed on his back, also at the Golden Core Perfection Peak!

"Lei Qianjun of Thunder Marsh Peak!"

"Zhao Chen of Heavenly Sword Peak!"

The two shouted in unison, their Battle Intent soaring!

Having gone through the life-and-death tempering of the God Burial Abyss Secret Realm, their cultivation and combat experience far exceeded those of the same level,

and facing the provocation of the Nine Nether Sect now, they showed no fear!

"Good! You have courage!"

Ghost Seven smiled sinisterly, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Chen and Lei Qianjun with a hint of amusement,

"Who wants to come and die first... oh no, who wants to spar first?"

"I will!"

Zhao Chen took a step forward, and his crimson longsword unsheathed with a "clang," the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ghost Seven as a scorching Sword Intent instantly locked onto him!

He had a steady personality, but he was also enraged by the arrogance of the Nine Nether Sect.

Ji Yanshuang, the Peak Master of Chiyan Peak, had a fiery and straightforward personality. Seeing this, she stood up and shouted toward the arena:

"Zhao Chen! Give him a good thrashing! Don't ruin the reputation of our Yin Yang Sect!

Remember, the brats from the Nine Nether Sect are best at dirty tricks and underhanded tactics! Don't bother with rules when dealing with them!"

Zhao Chen's heart tightened, and he focused all his attention as the Origin Power surged within his body and his Chifeng Sword Intent was ready to be unleashed.

He knew that what Junior Martial Uncle Ji said was true; the methods of the Nine Nether Sect Disciples were strange and sinister, with no integrity of a Righteous Path Cultivator to speak of.

The Yin Yang Sect Elder in charge of the Golden Core arena saw that both sides were ready and announced in a deep voice:

"First round of the Golden Core Realm: Zhao Chen of Yin Yang Sect versus Ghost Seven of Nine Nether Sect! Let the sparring begin!"

Just as the word "begin" fell!

"Wait a Moment—!" Ghost Seven suddenly strained his throat and let out a sharp shout!

This sudden "Wait a Moment" was loud and carried a strange piercing quality,

causing Zhao Chen, who was about to strike, to subconsciously pause!

The audience below the arena was also stunned by this shout.

In that split second!

"Clang—!"

A sword light as black as ink and as fast as a ghost shot out from Ghost Seven's waist without warning!

That slender Black Bone Sword, carrying a bone-chilling wind and a shrill ghostly wail, pierced directly toward Zhao Chen's throat!

The timing was extremely cunning and ruthless, taking advantage of the moment Zhao Chen was distracted by that "Wait a Moment"!

"Despicable!"

"Shameless! He actually used a sneak attack!"

"This is his damn 'Wait a Moment'?!"

The crowd below instantly erupted, and countless guests cursed loudly!

They had seen shameless people, but never someone this shameless!

To use a shout to distract the opponent and then take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack!

Alarm bells also rang wildly in Zhao Chen's heart! Although he had been warned by Ji Yanshuang, the opponent's move was simply too insidious!

In his haste, he could only force his body to twist and hurriedly block with his crimson longsword!

Clang—!

A piercing sound of metal clashing!

Zhao Chen's arm went numb from that sinister and cunning strike,

his blood surged, and he stumbled back several steps, instantly falling into a disadvantage!

A successful, sinister smile appeared on Ghost Seven's face as he pressed his advantage relentlessly,

the bone sword in his hand turning into a mass of sinister ghostly shadows that aimed for Zhao Chen's vital points, as he laughed strangely:

"Hahaha! My Flying Sword is called 'Wait a Moment'! Fellow Daoist, are you surprised? Are you shocked?"

Zhao Chen was both shocked and enraged; having lost the initiative

and being entangled by this strange and sinister sword technique, he found it difficult to turn the situation around for a moment.

Ghost Seven's sword technique was not only fast but also contained a bone-chilling ghostly Qi that eroded Origin Power, suppressing Zhao Chen's Chiyan Sword Intent.

The two fought for dozens of moves on the arena, and Zhao Chen remained passive throughout,

finally being caught in a flaw by Ghost Seven, as a cold Sword Qi broke through his defense and slammed heavily into his chest!

Pfft!

Zhao Chen spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, slamming heavily onto the edge of the arena, already defeated!

"I've won!"

Ghost Seven retracted his bone sword and smugly cupped his hands toward the crowd,

his petty, triumphant face making countless people grit their teeth in anger.

"Sinister villain!" Ji Yanshuang's eyebrows shot up in anger, and she almost charged up.

"Senior Brother Zhao!" The Disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak were even more indignant.

Lei Qianjun could no longer hold back and roared, "You bastard! I'll take you on!"

His burly body leapt onto the arena like a wild elephant, eyes spitting fire as he stared fixedly at Ghost Seven,

"Kid! I've seen through your tricks! See if I don't turn you into charcoal!"

"Second round of the Golden Core Realm: Lei Qianjun of Yin Yang Sect versus Ghost Seven of Nine Nether Sect! Begin!" The Elder's voice carried a hint of anger.

"Begin!"

Lei Qianjun had learned from Zhao Chen's mistake and gave the opponent no chance to speak at all!

The moment the word "begin" fell, an ear-splitting thunderclap erupted from within his body!