Chapter Forty-One: The Red Dress

  A fierce battle is underway. At this time, a mournful scream came from the "Kun" position on the platform!

  Wow!

  In an instant, almost all eyes were drawn to this miserable cry.

  "Die!" "Kun" stood on the stage, a red-clothed man seemed to be mad, his two hands inserted into the opponent's body under countless terrified eyes, and then his hands slightly lifted, lifting the opponent into mid-air. The two hands inserted in the opponent's body suddenly exerted force, tearing apart in both directions.

  "Rip it."

  A burst of blood flowers suddenly appeared on the stage. In mid-air, a bloody fountain was surging wildly! The man threw down the corpse that had been split in two, bathed in fresh blood and went wild, licking the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, letting out a beast-like howl, his eyes glowing red like a ferocious beast ready to pounce on its prey.

  "Ugh......" One after another, everyone who saw this scene vomited, even some people who didn't vomit couldn't help but turn pale and strongly suppress the turmoil in their hearts.

  Although it was known that this big comparison would be cruel and there would be deaths, no one expected that such a bloody scene would occur within the Qingyuan Sect, which had always been self-righteous!

  In the VIP seat, Yun Lao had stood up just now, but this scene happened extremely quickly. In addition, during the Great Competition, it was clearly stipulated that during the duel, regardless of life or death, others could not intervene in the middle, including the elder.

  He sighed and Cloud Elder looked somewhat helpless, then slowly sat back in his seat.

  He furrowed his brow, and a hint of extreme disgust flashed in Cloud Venerable's eyes as he looked at the black-robed middle-aged man who was hosting this grand competition. His voice was slightly low: "How could there be such a bloodthirsty and brutal person within the Qing Yuan Sect?!"

  A middle-aged man in black attire flashed a wry smile and said to Cloud Elder, "Some people in the outer sect spend their entire lives stuck at the Martial Path boundary. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... Gradually, some with weak willpower can't help but develop some warped thoughts." He paused, glanced at the red-robed man on stage, and continued, "However, someone as twisted as this guy is quite rare."

  After listening to the black-clad middle-aged man's words, Yun Lao nodded his head. If a person stays at one boundary for a long time without making progress, it is indeed possible that their psychology will become distorted after accumulating day by day. The distortions vary from person to person. Some people become violent, which is probably the most common. Others are like having multiple personalities, with unpredictable and changeable temperaments. Among them, the most severe ones are like this red-clad man, killing crazily like a demon.

  "If there are any more disciples who can't handle themselves, just let them concede defeat directly." Yun Lao's hands fluttered in a helpless gesture. The tournament has its own rules, and even as an elder, one cannot break the rules. Bowing to the crowd with a bitter smile, Yun Lao said: "I've made fools of all of you."

  "Don't worry, Elder Yun. This guy is strong, but he's not invincible." The middle-aged man in the embroidered robe said with a hint of envy, his eyes scanning the area below: "This time, Qingyuan Sect has indeed produced some good talents!"

  "Oh?" Having heard this, Yun Lao's attention returned to the lower outer sect disciples. To someone of their realm, these people were almost transparent, and a casual glance could roughly gauge their strengths and weaknesses. His full attention had been on the red-robed man earlier, but now, with this remark, his powerful divine sense quietly extended downwards.

  When he saw Li Chen and others, Yun Lao nodded slowly, especially when he saw Lu Hao, Yun Lao's gaze stopped for a few seconds, then smiled with some relief. Not bad little guy, even in his own martial arts days, he might not be stronger than him. When his gaze swept over Ling Lin, it suddenly stopped!

  "Huh?"

  A soft "oh" sound was heard.

  "You've also discovered it. This little guy isn't simple at all. Mid-stage Innate Realm!" The merchant-like man in brocade clothes narrowed his eyes, and with a single sentence, he saw through Ling Lin's hidden true strength. With a smile, he said: "So young and already mid-stage Innate Realm! And I always feel like there's a layer of fog around this little guy, as if something can't be seen clearly." At the end of his words, he sighed slightly: "What a mysterious little guy!"

  Upon seeing Ling Lin, Yun Changlao was like he had discovered a great treasure. His somewhat turbid eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his seated body abruptly stood up. He muttered to himself: "Tianyou Tianxuan. This little guy is even more talented than Ningning that girl!" Then, as if thinking of something, he reflexively looked around in all directions. Immediately after reacting, his old face turned red.

  Outer disciples do not have a master. Therefore, whether entering the Pre-Heaven or Post-Heaven, there is an opportunity to choose a master. Who does not hope to have an excellent successor? Except for some people with average qualifications, whenever those talented and gifted young people appear, they will trigger a scramble, and many elders at that moment will lose their usual dignity, and some will even promise various benefits to attract the genius disciple to join their sect.

  The most important thing is that Yun Lao Lao is not only the elder of Qing Yuan Sect, but also the master of Tian Xuan Peak, one of the five peaks of Qing Yuan! The five peaks are Qing Yuan Peak, Xuan Yuan Peak, Zi Xiao Peak, Jin Xia Peak and Tian Xuan Peak. Among these five peaks, Tian Xuan Peak is the weakest. Tian Xuan Peak had a glorious time in the history of the sect, but later declined due to some reasons. Nowadays, there are only two or three big cats left on the entire Tian Xuan Peak. Although the title of Tian Xuan Peak Master sounds impressive, it is actually not as good as an elder's title in many people's eyes.

  They were already somewhat disheartened, but Ling Lin's appearance undoubtedly brightened Yun Changlao's eyes. If they weren't still in the midst of the Grand Competition, he would have liked to continue maintaining the demeanor of a sect elder in front of so many people. Yun Changlao couldn't help but want to directly snatch Ling Lin over and take him as his own disciple. As for the secrets on Ling Lin's body, Yun Changlao casually flicked his lips: "Who doesn't have some secrets? Besides, someone who reached the middle stage of the Innate Realm at such a young age must have had their fair share of extraordinary encounters."

  Yun Lao decided that after today's competition, he would find this little guy to talk to. Thinking that such a talented young man was about to become his disciple, he could almost see the future glory of Tian Xuan Peak restored, and Yun Lao's old face lit up with joy like a blooming flower.

  Taking a deep breath, Yun Lao suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at the red-clothed man on stage, saying softly: "Alright, let these little guys settle it then."

  Just as Yun Chang and the others were talking, below them, the crowd was already buzzing with discussion. The previous scene had a huge impact on these young people who may not have even killed anyone before. The cruelty of the cultivation world was suddenly revealed to their eyes.

  "Silence!" The middle-aged man in black, who was in charge of the judging, spoke up with a hint of yuan force in his voice, instantly drowning out the noise from the crowd below. "If anyone down there thinks they are not strong enough, they can admit defeat during the duel. Once admitted, the other party will not be allowed to make another move, otherwise it will be considered intentional murder of a fellow disciple and punished accordingly!" After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at the red-clothed man, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  "Haha, hahaha……" The red-clothed man seemed to feel the gaze of middle-aged men, his mouth cracked open and he burst into mad laughter. In the midst of his laughter, the red-clothed man's ferocious face was covered in sparkling fresh blood, making him look even more terrifying!

  The laughter pierced his ears, and Ling Lin furrowed his brow. He had killed people! And not just one. But those people were all trying to harm him before they were finally killed by him. It could be said that each of them had a reason for being killed. But this red-clothed man was simply taking pleasure in killing, and was so ruthless towards fellow disciples who didn't have any connection with him at all.

  "If I meet him, I'll kill him." He muttered to himself.

  This kind of person is very unpleasant.