Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 418 - 415 Gui Qingluo

Chapter 418: Chapter 415 Gui Qingluo

"Idiotic, using full strength so early, he’s bound to lose whoever he faces next."

Watching the end of the fight, Zhao Xin sneered. Ye Xuan’s strength now deserved his attention, but in his view, this must have been Ye Xuan’s best effort. Given his mere status as a Fifth Grade Martial Sect, achieving this level must already be his limit.

"Mr. Qiu!"

Elder Lu hurried over to help Qiu Tianyuan, who had fallen off the Battle Platform. Then, his expression also turned ugly; Qiu Tianyuan was his biggest reliance, and he had not expected him to be defeated so swiftly by Ye Xuan.

Just then, with a "swoosh," a figure suddenly appeared before him—it was Ye Xuan, who had leapt down from the Battle Platform, walking toward him with sword in hand.

"Ye Xuan, what are you trying to do? This is the arena of the Four Corners Contest; how dare you threaten violence?"

Elder Lu was terrified by this scene. He was no match for Ye Xuan now, and if the latter wanted to deal with him immediately, he had no chance to resist.

"Who said I was threatening violence? I’m just here to warn you, it’s best not to harbor any more crooked ideas, or it won’t be just you, the entire Evil Wind Cave Heaven will suffer."

Ye Xuan hadn’t planned to kill Elder Lu here, and as mentioned earlier, this was the arena of the Four Corners Contest. Taking a life here would undoubtedly offend the emissaries from the seven great Sects, which would not be a wise move.

Having said this, Ye Xuan turned and walked back without another word.

"Arrogance! If the Supreme Elder of Evil Wind Cave Heaven were to act, how could he tolerate your insolence?" Elder Lu took a deep breath, his eyes flickering uncertainly. The deep-seated hatred between Ye Xuan and their Evil Wind Cave Heaven was not something that could be resolved with a few words.

"Congratulations, Ye Xuan, you’ve made it through this round and into the top ten, with only one more fight to go." Qin Qi and Li Ziting both looked at Ye Xuan with some envy mixed with admiration. Reaching this point was entirely due to his own strength; without it, dreaming of entering the top ten was nonsensical.

"Hopefully, everything goes smoothly."

Ye Xuan just nodded lightly. The top ten was far from his final goal; how could his target be merely the top ten?

The first place was his aim.

Mentioning this goal now would probably cause an outcry among them, for although Ye Xuan was strong, the Four Corners Contest had too many top-notch experts. Being in the top ten was already a supreme honor, eligible for inclusion in the Golden List. The first place was something they dared not even consider.

The champion of the Four Corners Contest was the highest honor, far surpassing the status of a leader among the younger generation.

The seventh round of the fight was much shorter than the previous rounds, ending after just two hours, as there were far fewer competitors.

The contest had started in the morning and lasted till the afternoon, almost a full day. Yet, despite this, the many Martial Artists watching were not tired at all; on the contrary, they were energized and enthusiastic, since the competition was getting more exciting. Many of the fighters now were top-tier, and missing out would be a lifelong regret.

After the seventh round of the contest, sixteen individuals were confirmed to proceed to the eighth round.

Nangong Yao also defeated a master ranked fifteenth on the Master List, moving into the eighth round. Similarly, a mysterious woman in a white robe also eliminated a master ranked eleventh, securing her advancement.

Among them, Demon Sword Jue Wuchen, Liu Qinghe of the Sword Sect, Half-Saint Inheritor Dugu Hao, Zhao Xin, Mr. Iron Hand, and others also entered the eighth round.

"What a terrifying line-up..."

Qin Qi and the others looked at the sixteen advancing candidates. Above the heads of the sixteen, a momentum was faintly gathering. On the jade battle tablet, the names of the sixteen had already begun to emit a faint golden glow. With just one more step, they could enter the Golden List, and by then, they would truly be inscribed on the Golden List and become the most dazzling batch of participants in this tournament.

The battle of the eighth round was from sixteen to eight, and as for the remaining two spots in the top ten, they would be decided based on the performances and potential of the players in the eighth round, by the envoys from the seven major sects.

"The real battle is just about to begin..."

At that moment, as Ye Xuan looked at those fifteen formidable opponents, a trace of long-lost fighting spirit also emerged in his eyes. Although he was living his life for the second time, his body was still only in his twenties—still just a young man. In such situations, it was inevitable to get excited.

The eighth round was also the last round of the day. After its completion, the contestants who moved into the top eight would rest for the night and battle again tomorrow.

On the battle jade tablet, sixteen names moved in succession, starting to shuffle the sequence. Eventually, the entire jade tablet became blurry, and the fighting sequence of the sixteen names slowly became fixed on the tablet after just over ten seconds.

Ye Xuan’s gaze sharpened, then fell on the name in front of him, which boldly stated three characters: Gui Qingluo.

"It’s that person."

A flash of light in his eyes, Ye Xuan’s gaze shifted and landed on the man in the black robe with the mask—this Gui Qingluo was precisely the puppet-master.

The latter also saw that his opponent was Ye Xuan. He too turned his face, giving Ye Xuan a deep look.

"This looks like a tough opponent."

From Gui Qingluo, Ye Xuan sensed a subtle aura. Although his cultivation wasn’t very high, seemingly only at the Seventh Grade Martial Sect level, Ye Xuan estimated that his level of difficulty would probably not be less than that of Liu Qinghe of the Sword Sect.

Ye Xuan had this feeling before, but now it had grown even stronger.

After lingering on Gui Qingluo for a moment, Ye Xuan shifted his gaze to the side and saw Nangong Yao’s name, with her opponent being clearly written as "Xue Qianling."

"Yaoer’s opponent is that woman?"

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the white-robed woman, revealing a thoughtful expression. Xue Qianling—this woman felt somewhat familiar, yet Ye Xuan couldn’t recall knowing such a powerful woman.

After all, those who had made it to this eighth round were no ordinary contenders. A fleeting image of a graceful figure far away in the Tiannan Region crossed Ye Xuan’s mind but was quickly dismissed. It seemed impossible. Their names weren’t even the same; how could it be the same person?

"It looks like there’s some doubt brewing."

The white-robed woman seemed to have caught the expression on Ye Xuan’s face. The corner of her lips beneath the veil slightly curled up, forming a breathtaking curve on her exceptionally beautiful face—a pity it was a stunning sight that no one could witness.