Chapter 30

Yin Tianlong's face turned grim as he glanced at the jade slip with eight characters written on it, gripped it tightly, and leaped up, the Wind Walking Technique swirling around him as he ascended the high platform.

Almost the moment Yin Tianlong stepped onto the high platform, Wang Tengfei lifted his right foot and stomped down, causing the entire platform to rumble violently. It seemed as if a wave of energy was fiercely spreading from all around him. Wang Tengfei remained still, but the invisible aura formed a powerful pressure that descended directly upon Yin Tianlong.

This scene caused Yin Tianlong's face to change drastically. In his view, Wang Tengfei hadn't even made a move, and the pressure alone had already made the spiritual energy within his body move sluggishly.

"I concede..." Yin Tianlong immediately spoke, without hesitation, not even considering the idea of making a move to challenge. He clasped his fists and bowed deeply before leaping off the high platform and heading straight for the square's exit.

Elder Ouyang's face remained expressionless as he slowly spoke.

"Wang Tengfei wins. Second match, number 27."

As these words were spoken, the little fatty immediately trembled, looking at the jade slip in front of him, which had the number 2 written on it. At the same time, the Fifth Layer Qi Condensation cultivator with a scar on his face gave the little fatty a cold, menacing look and stepped onto the high platform.

"Go up and immediately concede," Meng Hao said in a low voice, his right hand pushing the little fatty forward. Immediately, the little fatty's round body flew up and landed on the high platform.

The moment he landed, he was about to speak.

"Concede..." The little fatty didn't dare to say three words, but only two. However, the cultivator with the scar on his face's eyes flashed with a murderous intent. He lifted his right hand, and a flying sword whistled and instantly shot straight at the little fatty. The speed of the flying sword was so fast that it reached the little fatty's neck in the blink of an eye. It was at this moment that the little fatty finally said the last word of his concession.

But it was clearly too late. Meng Hao's face changed, and he stood up abruptly. However, at that moment, Elder Ouyang flicked his right hand, and the flying sword that was about to pierce the little fatty's throat hummed and was immediately deflected, leaving only a bloodstain on the little fatty's neck.

The little fatty's face turned pale as he retreated and quickly jumped down, returning to Meng Hao's side, his legs trembling from fear. In that instant, he had never felt the approach of death so strongly.

Meng Hao looked at the blood on the little fatty's neck, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent. The other party's move was extremely ruthless, clearly aiming to kill. While it was acceptable to attack him, the little fatty's cultivation was low, and such an attack was excessively bullying.

Especially when Meng Hao's gaze swept over and saw Shangguan Xiu, who was not far away, with a grim and murderous expression, his heart was filled with anger. He had never offended this Uncle Shangguan, but the other party was relentlessly aggressive and intent on killing.

Meng Hao had rarely shown such intense murderous intent in the years he had been in the Mountain Support Sect, but now, his eyes were filled with a very dense murderous aura.

Even the surrounding cultivators watching the scene noticed something was amiss, and they all looked at Meng Hao, discussing the matter.

"Next match, number 36," Elder Ouyang frowned and slowly spoke.

"Offending Uncle Shangguan, not only you, but he will die today," Han Zong, holding the number three jade slip, said in a low voice as he walked past Meng Hao. Shangguan Xiu could be considered the most powerful person in the Mountain Support Sect, aside from the Sect Master and the Great Elder.

This was closely related to the decline of the Mountain Support Sect. The current number of people in the sect was small, the rules were chaotic, and the outer sect disciples were constantly fighting. All of this was a sign of the sect's decline.

There were very few elixirs, and how to distribute them... the Spirit Condensation Pill, which other sects had in abundance and disciples could consume in large quantities, was already a treasure that could cause killings in the Mountain Support Sect.

Let the chaos continue, and see each person's fate. Whether it was a First Layer Qi Condensation or a Fifth Layer Qi Condensation, let the chaos reign, and let the deaths happen. There was no fairness here, and life and death were determined by fate. There was no teaching, and no one told how to cultivate. A single Qi Condensation Scroll determined whether one was a worm or a dragon, and success meant living, failure meant dying, and a strong fate meant survival, while a weak fate meant death!

Whoever could ultimately fight their way through and become an inner sect disciple would be considered a true member of the Mountain Support Sect, and the most valued disciple by the Sect Master and Elder Ouyang.

The former Sect Master, He Luohua, had once hoped for the sect's prosperity, but the pressure of reality, the sanctions from the three major sects of the Zhao Kingdom, had left him exhausted and with the intention of retiring. Elder Ouyang's personality was soft, and in his later years, with his lifespan already limited, he had little energy to devote to the sect.

As for the inner sect disciples, Senior Sister Xu had been in long-term seclusion, with a cold and detached personality, and did not involve herself in sect affairs. Senior Brother Chen was devoted to the Dao and did not wish to participate in sect matters. Thus, only Shangguan Xiu remained.

With a Ninth Layer Qi Condensation cultivation, over ninety years old, and a deep sect seniority, he had become a senior uncle to the disciples. But this was the declining Mountain Support Sect. In other sects, a Qi Condensation cultivator would never be called a senior uncle.

Meng Hao looked at Han Zong, who had already stepped onto the high platform. Han Zong's opponent was Zhou Kai, and there was no way their match would be a life-or-death battle. Zhou Kai immediately conceded without hesitation, ending the match.

In the last match of the first round, Meng Hao stood up and stepped onto the high platform. His opponent was the Fifth Layer Qi Condensation, muscular man, who exuded a murderous aura, as if he had experienced many bloody battles.

He glanced at Meng Hao and immediately let out a low growl. His body suddenly swelled, and he took large strides toward Meng Hao. As he raised his right hand, a battle axe appeared in his hand, shining with a crystalline light, clearly not an ordinary item.

Meng Hao's expression was grim. Without a word, he slapped his storage bag, and a flying sword instantly shot out, its speed causing a sharp whistle. Just as it was about to reach the man's body, a soft light barrier appeared around him, blocking the flying sword.

"You're dead today!" the man sneered. Before he came, Uncle Shangguan had given him a magical treasure, and even if Meng Hao's cultivation was slightly higher, he was not afraid.

"Explode," Meng Hao said calmly, and the flying sword immediately exploded with a loud bang. As the flying sword exploded, the man was forced to retreat a few steps, but the light barrier in front of him shone, leaving him unharmed.

Laughing, the man was about to charge forward, but Meng Hao's body moved even faster. He instantly approached, slapped his storage bag, and two flying swords flew out simultaneously. They exploded again, causing the light barrier to distort. The man's face changed, but before he could react, four flying swords instantly approached, and with another explosion, the light barrier was torn open, and the impact struck his chest, causing him to scream and spit out blood.

Before he could fall, another flying sword whistled out from Meng Hao, piercing his throat in a flash, causing a gush of blood. The man fell to the ground, his body convulsing a few times before dying.

Since joining the Mountain Support Sect, Meng Hao had rarely killed. Now, his move was extremely ruthless. After killing, his body floated down from the high platform, and he looked at Han Zong coldly.

"Next, I'll kill you," Meng Hao said, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Han Zong's eyes narrowed, and his murderous intent grew even stronger.

The surrounding cultivators finally reacted, and a buzz of voices spread as they were shocked by the bloody scene.

"Meng Hao wins. Second round, first match, Wang Tengfei, Xu Ge," Elder Ouyang said calmly, as if he hadn't seen the previous bloodshed.

Xu Ge, who had tried to kill the little fatty, immediately conceded without hesitation after stepping onto the platform. He respectfully bowed to Wang Tengfei and then turned and left the square hurriedly.

At this moment, everyone around could see that whether it was Han Zong or the four Fifth Layer Qi Condensation cultivators, their goal was not to advance to the inner sect, but to kill Meng Hao.

"Second match, Meng Hao, Han Zong," Elder Ouyang looked deeply at Meng Hao, and as his words were spoken, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and all eyes focused on Meng Hao and Han Zong.

Meng Hao's expression remained grim as he stepped onto the high platform. Han Zong arrived almost simultaneously, and there was no need for any more words as they immediately attacked.

A loud boom echoed, and three flying swords in front of Meng Hao swirled. Han Zong was surrounded by a light barrier, and in front of him was a five-colored banner, emitting a five-colored glow, which instantly rushed toward Meng Hao.

Meng Hao said nothing. As the five-colored banner approached, he did not retreat but advanced, raising his left hand and waving it. Instantly, a five-zhang-long fire snake condensed, roaring as it rushed forward. The fire snake no longer looked like a snake but more like a python, and as it flew out, the surroundings instantly became scorching.

At the same time, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag, and this time, six flying swords appeared and flew out instantly.

Han Zong sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He took a step forward, and his left hand pressed on the ground, causing a low growl. Immediately, the entire platform trembled, and a giant stone figure about one zhang tall appeared in front of him, roaring as it ran forward. When it collided with the fire snake, a loud boom echoed.

The impact spread, and the five-colored banner swirled, rushing toward Meng Hao's flying swords. As they approached each other, Han Zong's eyes flashed.

"Five-Color Technique!"

Almost as soon as Han Zong spoke, the five-colored banner suddenly trembled, and in an instant, it emitted a radiant light, dispersing two-colored mists that transformed into two ghostly souls, screaming as they rushed toward Meng Hao. The second mist soul was clearly dimmer, indicating that Han Zong's cultivation could only support this much.

The appearance of the two-colored mist souls instantly shocked the surrounding cultivators.

"This is Uncle Shangguan's ultimate technique, the Five-Color Technique! It's said to be the strongest technique below the Foundation Establishment stage in the sect, and Senior Brother Han can actually use two colors!"

"Senior Brother Han Zong can use this technique! Yes, the reason is the banner. Could this be a magical treasure refined by Uncle Shangguan?"

The two-colored mist souls screamed sharply, their piercing sounds spreading in all directions. They moved like a force that could break through anything, and as soon as they touched Meng Hao's six flying swords, they were torn into pieces.