Dominating Martial King
Chapter 121 - 121 118 Ranking

121: Chapter 118 Ranking 121: Chapter 118 Ranking “Secret realm token?”

Si Huangquan’s pupils flickered as he looked at the token hanging by his side.

He had emerged alone from the Divine Word Path, never paying attention to whether his secret realm token was still functional.

Lu Chen, Ying Haobai, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions filled with suspicion and amazement.

“I hadn’t paid much attention to it before.” Zhuo Baiyun rested one hand on his sword, lost in thought, “Now that I think about it, the secret realm token might indeed be invalid.

Just now in the Ghost Valley Road, I personally saw three people attacked by fierce ghosts before they could use their tokens to exit the secret realm, but they were unsuccessful.”

“This matter is simple, a test will tell us.”

Ying Haobai scoffed coldly and casually pointed a finger at three people in the crowd: “You three, try it!”

The three Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators he pointed at changed their expressions slightly, showing resistance.

If they tried, they would have to leave the secret realm.

Seeing this, Lu Chen smiled, pressing the handle of his waist knife: “Brother Ying speaks wisely, I too would like to know if this secret realm token can still be used?”

This secret realm token involved their lives, making it impossible for him not to care.

The three’s faces turned pale, and then they brought out their secret realm tokens with expressions of furious resentment.

The next instant, they all furrowed their brows deeply, their expressions grave.

“The runes are inactive; we can’t get out.”

All of Han White Jade Square was suddenly filled with a thunderous noise.

The over four hundred people present showed varied expressions, most of them turning stern after their surprise.

Chu Xisheng and Zhou Liangchen looked at each other, each seeing a hint of doubt in the other’s eyes.

It seemed they were not the only ones affected.

Yet, these tokens had clearly been inspected by the hands of the East State Martial Arts Tower Master.

“Then, does anyone among you recognize the array below?”

Chu Xisheng pointed downward with his finger: “I want to know what this array is used for?”

Upon hearing this, everyone also looked toward the blood-colored runes on the ground.

Then their gazes unanimously turned towards the young sorcerer Mu Ling.

There were more than twenty Ninth Grade sorcerers here, the highest among them being this Tributor Master from the Ying Family.

“I am not sure,” Mu Ling replied calmly, shaking his head.

“I have limited talent, and I haven’t had enough time to practice spells, let alone study array talismans.

And this array’s structure is extraordinarily complex; I estimate that only a sorcerer of at least Sixth Grade with exceptional talent could understand it.”

Chu Xisheng then turned his gaze to the other sorcerers, but found they, too, had expressions of confusion.

Chu Xisheng was deeply disappointed.

He was quite concerned about this large blood-red array.

The ineffective secret realm tokens and this mysterious blood-red array—all these factors gave rise to a sense of unease in him.

Just then, the Divine Turtle Wanderer on the ‘kill’ stele suddenly moved.

He waved his wide sleeve, and the entire Han White Jade Square buzzed loudly.

Huge chains surged up from all four directions, intertwining and crisscrossing with each other, enveloping Han white jade Square like a birdcage.

Above the ‘kill’ stele, a vast aqua-blue light screen also appeared.

Rows of cursive script rapidly formed within the light screen.

It was a ranking list, enumerating the names of Chu Xisheng and the others one by one.

The first was [Chu Xisheng, two hundred]

The second was [Zhou Liangchen, one hundred seventy]

The third was [Bai Xiaozhao, one hundred seventy]

Below them, in order—[Si Huangquan, one hundred thirty]

[Zhuo Baiyun, one hundred twenty]

[Li Manshan, one hundred twenty]

[Lu Chen, one hundred ten]

[Ying Haobai, one hundred ten]

[Mu Ling, one hundred]

——Below these, a total of over four hundred names swirled before one’s eyes, creating a dazzling effect.

Chu Xisheng looked at the green light screen, his eyes filled with surprise.

What puzzled him was how this list had acquired their names?

However, this matter needed no further investigation.

‘Divine Turtle Wanderer,’ who had been unequaled in both magic and martial arts before his death, possessed divine skills beyond ordinary people’s imagination.

What truly surprised Chu Xisheng was the name ‘Bai Xiaozhao’ on the list.

Who was this person?

With a high score of one hundred seventy, they were ranked alongside Zhoou Liangchen.

The problem was that he had never seen this person before.

At that moment, a thought was transmitted into everyone’s minds.

“This round is a talent trial!

My method, first and foremost, relies on comprehension, followed by Qi Fortune, and then Bloodline Talent.

Those with strong talents must possess formidable combat capabilities; those with overwhelming strength must have notable talents.

Hence, the content of this round is natural selection, survival of the fittest.

This round is limited to one hour, or until only a hundred people remain.

Killing one person will earn you two points.

The top fifty scorers will receive three Heavenly Origin Pills and two hundred taels of Demon Silver; those entering the top ten and top three will receive additional heavy rewards.

If you deem yourselves weaker than others, or you dislike slaughter, you may use my token to exit the Secret Realm.”

Chu Xisheng’s lips twitched slightly.

So this second and third round are testing the same thing?

The difference is that in the previous round, they had to fight demons and ghosts; in this round, the participants must slaughter each other.

The next instant, Chu Xisheng heard a chorus of heavy breathing sounds around him.

He immediately turned his head and surveyed the crowd to his right.

He saw that most of the over four hundred Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators bore tense expressions and eyes filled with panic and trepidation.

‘Divine Turtle Wanderer’s’ this round, though cruel, left an exit for all participants.

The problem was that this exit was now unusable.

This meant that the sealed Han White Jade Square was about to witness a bloody slaughter, with everyone at risk of losing their lives.

And just a moment later.

Chu Xisheng noticed that the four Qingyun’s geniuses were looking at him with opaque intentions.

Amidst the crowd, several cold gazes were also directed at him.

His Vengeful Blade Intent, triggered by stress, instantly escalated to medium strength.

Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but feel a pang in his temples, slightly at a loss.

These people clearly harbored killing intent towards him again.

It was like escaping from the tiger’s den, only to enter the wolf’s lair.

They had barely escaped from the Demon Word Path, and now they faced another life-death crisis.

“Brother Si.” Lu Chen looked at Chu Xisheng for a moment, then with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, he turned to Si Huangquan, “This Chu’s sword skill is extraordinary, not something any of us can contend with alone.

Why don’t the five of us join forces for once, eliminate this formidable enemy first, then decide the winner?”

Si Huangquan remained silent, not responding.

However, his gaze was locked tightly on Chu Xisheng, and the muscles on his hands gripping the sword were tense.

He was brimming with kill intent, causing Chu Xisheng’s skin to tingle with pain.

Chu Xisheng, however, was not frightened but laughed.

His gaze was icy as he meaningfully swept over the crowd, “It seems we must fight a battle between us.

I wonder who wishes to receive the first strike from Chu?”

Although he no longer had Qin Muge’s 10-year-old character card, and there was nothing in the Martial Arts Treasure Vault that could enhance his combat strength, once caught in a situation of being surrounded and attacked, he would undoubtedly die.

Yet Chu Xisheng knew the more the situation deteriorated, the less he could show fear.

Zhoou Liangchen also took the Heavy Sword from behind him into his hands, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression disdainful as he scanned the crowd, “Gentlemen!

You have seen Brother Chu’s strength.

This Secret Realm contest will undoubtedly be won by the Zhou Family.

However, the Zhou Family has always been kind and does not monopolize benefits.

Now, limited to fourteen families, as long as you are willing to switch sides and help I, Zhou, to kill these few people.

Then, after today’s matter is settled, the Zhou Family is willing to share seventy percent of the Spiritual Medicine and seventy percent of the secret realm cultivation spots with you all!”

Chu Xisheng’s spirits lifted, and in his heart, he gave Zhoou Liangchen a big thumbs up.

This guy wasn’t entirely troublesome; he had actually been helpful for once.