7: Chapter 7 We cultivators have nothing to fear in a battle

"Real combat. I didn't expect it to end up like this."

A chill rose in Yang Bai's heart.

The principle of the simulation battle pod was to connect the Divine chips of the participants and then read the data to create a simulated world for combat.

Since the Divine chips could be connected, it meant that as long as the battle pod's mode was adjusted, one could enter real combat.

Real combat was far more brutal than simulated combat. Opening this mode meant that what awaited the two was a genuine Divine Domain war.

Looking at the lineups of both sides, a trace of worry rose in Yang Bai's heart.

Cultivators used spiritual power, which was undoubtedly a formidable combat force. However, among the dependents of the Endless Starsea, there were quite a few who used special abilities, such as magic, demonic power, holy light, battle aura, firearms, and so on.

Just as Yang Bai was observing the opposing Troll Warriors, the 100 summoned Cultivators were also sizing up the enemy's combat strength.

Compared to Yang Bai's worry, this group of Cultivators was quite relaxed and excited.

Upon learning they were about to fight other immortals, they were very excited. While in Yang Bai's Divine Domain space, they had all entered a state of cultivation.

Now that they had arrived on the battlefield, they began to whisper to each other while looking at the Troll Warriors on the other side.

"Are these the dependents of other gods? Their appearance is really something else."

"Are those weapons they're holding? A bunch of broken iron rods and rotten bone spears—they dare to enter the battlefield with that? Their god must be dirt poor."

"No spiritual power, not spirit beasts; no demonic power, not demonic beasts; they look ugly, but they aren't monsters either. Hiss~ they aren't going to fight us with just their fists and teeth, are they?"

"I was worried that my cultivation was weak and I would hold back the Immortal Lord, but looking at these monsters, I could beat a whole group of them with one hand."

...

Because there was a spatial membrane between the two Divine Domains, Yang Bai could not detect the situation of the Troll Warriors, but the group of Cultivators had already seen the enemy's situation clearly through visual inspection and scanning with their divine sense.

"Elder Chu, how do you plan to attack next?"

Chen Jianfeng's feet left the ground, and he floated in front of Chu Gehang, smiling.

Back on the Universal Continent, because Chen Jianfeng was poisoned by cold toxin, all his spiritual power was used to suppress the deadly poison, so he was bedridden and wheelchair-bound for years.

After coming to the Baiyujing Divine Domain, the cold toxin had disappeared. Although his sword bones hadn't fully recovered and his lower body still couldn't move, he could still manage normal movement by supporting his body with spiritual power.

"How to attack? Naturally, we go straight in."

Chu Gehang stroked his beard and looked at the Troll Warriors not far away, intense battle intent burning in his eyes. "They're just a group of strange-looking big bugs. Let alone a mere 500 of them, even if there were ten times that number, I could easily slaughter them."

"I am curious, why would the Immortal Lord have us target these guys as our first battle? This is looking down on us too much."

Zhou Yanlie flexed his wrists, looking at the opposing Troll Warriors with displeasure. Seeing one of the armored Trolls dare to spit at him, he was so angry he wanted to rush over and kill the guy on the spot.

Originally, Zhou Yanlie thought he would be facing a brutal battle. He had even warmed up his body, but when he saw the opponent, he was like: 'That's it?'

He was, after all, a ruthless man who had torn a tiger apart with his bare hands at age 7 and carried a blade onto the battlefield at age 8. This was his first time bullying the weak as a Cultivator.

"General Zhou, mind your words. The thoughts of the Immortal Lord are not for us to speculate on at will." Chu Gehang frowned slightly and said irritably.

"I guess the Immortal Lord has spent too long traveling above the universe; he has long forgotten the strength of us low-level Cultivators. He arranged it this way perhaps hoping we could adapt in advance."

Chen Jianfeng patted Zhou Yanlie on the shoulder, comforting him.

Between the strong, there is a special kind of attraction.

Even if they had never met, as long as they gathered together, they could chat.

Plus, Yang Bai had specifically reminded them that they were fellow Daoists in the same trench, so the relationship was even closer.

Hearing the name of the Immortal Lord, Zhou Yanlie carefully glanced at the Immortal Lord Yang Bai in mid-air. Seeing that the man didn't pay him any mind, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whatever, I'm going to beat up a hundred of them!"

[Connection complete. Divine Domain war initiated.]

The grand electronic voice reached the chips of the two gods, and the spatial membrane blocking the two Divine Domains disappeared.

Yang Bai blocked the charging Cultivators with one hand and flew in front of Liu Tong.

"Liu Tong, is this matter today something you conspired with Wu Youfang to do?"

Yang Bai's eyes were cold.

Liu Tong did not speak, but his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was manic. Coupled with his True God appearance as a Troll Warrior, it all signified slaughter.

Seeing Liu Tong's expression, Yang Bai sighed.

"It seems Wu Youfang painted you quite a big picture, otherwise you wouldn't have gone this crazy."

"Liu Tong, for the sake of your parents who have helped me, I will ask you one last time: was this directed by Wu Youfang, or are you seeking your own death?"

As the deputy monitor of Class 9 and his own deputy, Liu Tong usually had a pretty good relationship with him.

Plus, his parents had once invited everyone in Class 9 to play at their family's resort hotel.

If Liu Tong was just being deluded by Wu Youfang, Yang Bai didn't want to burn all bridges.

"Yang Bai, I've wanted to kill you for a long time. If it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have scolded me, Zhao Xinran wouldn't have broken up with me, and I wouldn't have been laughed at as the eternal second-best."

"The guaranteed admission spot for Jinghai University is mine!! You beast!!!"

"Yang Bai, I want you to die!!!"

Hearing Yang Bai's words, the murderous intent in Liu Tong's eyes grew even stronger.

"I want to thank Teacher Wu, thank him for giving me the chance to kill you with my own hands. After today, Yang Bai will no longer be the Class 9 monitor, nor a guaranteed student for Jinghai University."

"You, Yang Bai, will just be a pitiful ordinary person who has lost his Divine Domain."

Liu Tong's powerful battle intent was transmitted into the body of every Troll Warrior, causing them to enter a fanatical combat state.

"Sigh—"

Yang Bai sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.

"I understand. In that case, I can only let you pass a message to your parents."

"The main account is already ruined; hurry up and start a new one."

Yang Bai withdrew the spiritual barrier that was containing the Cultivators and said with an indifferent gaze:

"We Cultivators, what have we to fear in battle!"

"Today is the moment for you to make a name for yourselves!"

"Kill all enemies! Let them know what despair is!"

Yang Bai's words echoed between heaven and earth like the sound of the Great Dao, stimulating the nerves of every Cultivator.

Seeing Yang Bai issue the declaration of war, Liu Tong also sneered and said:

"Troll Throwers, throw all your spears! Troll Warriors, eat these ants clean, leave none alive."

As the words fell, thousands of sharp bone spears struck toward the Cultivators with a piercing sound.

The next second, one hundred pillars of spiritual light of various colors rose from the ground, and the powerful Immortal Dao pressure crushed those crudely made bone spears into dust.

"We Cultivators, what have we to fear in battle!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!!"