Chapter 77

Standing on the Life and Death Platform, Lu Shaoyou showed no signs of panic. To him, killing Huang Tianhua was as simple as eating or drinking water, requiring no great effort. In front of him, even the most numerous treasures would be useless.

Huang Tianhua took a deep breath and glanced at his father standing outside the platform, who nodded at him. This gave Huang Tianhua more confidence. He thought that even if he lost, his father wouldn't dare to harm him. Moreover, with his father's magical treasure to assist him, he might not lose! With this thought, Huang Tianhua suddenly opened his mouth and spat out his magical treasure. Eight swords, each emitting a different light, slowly rose. Each of the small swords was exquisitely crafted, looking almost like children's toys. However, when Huang Tianhua waved his sleeve, streams of primordial energy were infused into the eight swords, and the scene changed instantly. The eight swords burst with a terrifying sharp aura, and eight-colored sword qi swept across the Life and Death Platform, making it hard for anyone to look directly. The crowd felt a massive aura sweep over them, wave after wave of sword qi rolling in, boundless and overwhelming. The onlookers could only feel the chilling power of the sword qi!

"Eight Extreme Divine Swords!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, "These are the Eight Extreme Divine Swords!"

Upon hearing the name, the crowd drew a sharp breath. The Eight Extreme Divine Swords were crafted by Huang Tianhua's father, Huang Chen, using eight different celestial minerals, refining them into near-absolute-grade magical swords! Even separately, each divine sword was a high-grade treasure! Once activated, the combined power of the eight divine swords was comparable to an absolute-grade treasure! This was the foundation of Huang Chen as a true disciple!

The sound of metal clashing filled the air as the eight divine swords moved like the wind, transforming into a terrifying stream of light, rushing towards Lu Shaoyou.

Lu Shaoyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face: "What a joke! A few treasures and you dare to be so arrogant!" Lu Shaoyou's body flipped, and his right hand suddenly struck the incoming divine swords. In the stunned gaze of the crowd, he clashed with the divine swords!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lu Shaoyou moved like a fierce tiger, his steps like a dragon's, his body shaking and transforming into a gentle breeze, darting forward like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Huang Tianhua. His muscles tensed, and he punched directly at Huang Tianhua. A loud explosion, like a bell, echoed as Huang Tianhua was sent flying, spitting out large amounts of blood. His clothes were torn, revealing an inner garment, a high-grade treasure—a Golden Silkworm Silk Robe. However, it was now dim, lacking the luster of a high-grade treasure.

Huang Tianhua's face was full of shock. Looking at the approaching Lu Shaoyou, he stammered, "Y-You, how is this possible!?"

Lu Shaoyou didn't bother to waste words with him. He struck horizontally, a punch that seemed to tear the sky. The punch, like a blazing sun, swept across the air, and the high-grade treasure robe on Huang Tianhua's body was torn to shreds by Lu Shaoyou!

Lu Shaoyou lifted Huang Tianhua and said fiercely, "You piece of trash, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me with this level of strength!" Then, he used Huang Tianhua as a whip, brutally beating the ground on the Life and Death Platform!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Humiliation! Absolute humiliation!

Huang Tianhua felt his lungs about to burst with anger! He had intended to humiliate Lu Shaoyou, but Lu Shaoyou's strength was too overwhelming. He was no match and was being used as a whip to strike the ground! Lu Shaoyou's powerful and relentless strikes, with their ruthless techniques, left Huang Tianhua battered and bleeding, his flesh flying. Huang Tianhua was in a pitiful state, barely alive, causing the crowd to watch in shock.

Huang Chen was almost bursting with anger! He was about to rise to save his son, but remembering the rule of the Life and Death Platform—only life and death, no victory or defeat—he felt a chill. He couldn't help but shout, "Lu Shaoyou, I beg you to spare my son's life! I, Huang Chen, will be eternally grateful!"

Lu Shaoyou gave him a cold look. Why didn't you come earlier? Now that you see your son is about to die, you come? Lu Shaoyou gave him a smile he considered sunny and then tore with both hands.

A sound like tearing silk echoed as Lu Shaoyou directly crushed and tore Huang Tianhua's head, the scene extremely bloody. Many female demon cultivators screamed in shock.

Huang Chen's eyes turned red with rage, and he immediately rose, emitting a terrifying aura that enveloped Lu Shaoyou. Lu Shaoyou, however, laughed and reminded him, "Huang Chen, don't think you're so powerful just because you're a true disciple. Do you dare to openly violate the outer sect rules in front of the Life and Death Platform? That's courting death, do you know! Even a thousand of you would die the same way!"

Lu Shaoyou's words poured cold water on the enraged Huang Chen, making his gaze even more resentful.

"But, you don't need to harbor resentment here. In more than two months, there will be the outer sect competition. At that time, I will formally challenge you, with a life and death agreement! Do you dare!?"

Huang Chen laughed in anger and said to Lu Shaoyou, "Fine, fine, fine! I, Huang Chen, have nothing to fear! Lu Shaoyou, you really have guts! I, Huang Chen, am waiting for you!" He rolled up his sleeves and turned to leave.

A hint of a victorious smile appeared on Lu Shaoyou's lips. He muttered softly, "At that time, I'll send you and your unlucky son to meet each other!"

Thus, this life and death battle ended with Lu Shaoyou's complete victory, but it also brought a more explosive piece of news: the newly promoted core disciple, Lu Shaoyou, was about to challenge the 81st-ranked expert on the Golden List, Huang Chen, in a life and death battle!

The news immediately set the entire Yanwu Clan ablaze!

What did the 81st rank on the Golden List represent? Others might not know, but the Yanwu Clan knew it clearly: it was the strongest hundred people outside the 108 Holy Sons! Among the vast number of true disciples, they were high-ranking and powerful figures! Ordinary disciples could only dream of it! And Lu Shaoyou gave them hope! He became a core disciple in just over half a month and directly killed the son of a true disciple! His ruthless methods left people speechless! For the past few days, everyone had been discussing the events of more than two months later. Although everyone admired Lu Shaoyou, almost everyone believed his chances of winning were extremely slim.

After all, the strength of a true disciple was a solid fact! It was hard to believe that a demon cultivator who had just entered the Yanwu Clan could kill one of them!

The Yanwu Clan was completely swept up in a storm, with everyone analyzing the upcoming earth-shattering battle. As the center of the storm, Lu Shaoyou remained silent, which slightly disappointed the people but did not hinder their discussions.

In a magnificent palace, two young men were seated at the head of the table, leisurely playing chess. One was dressed in a yellow dragon robe, his aura like a dragon or tiger, emitting a vast and overwhelming presence, as if he were a natural ruler. The other was dressed in white, his eyes like morning stars, his eyebrows sharp like a knife, his hair casually draped. He held a white piece and was listening intently to a report from someone below, who was none other than Huanglei. Huanglei, who no longer looked like a dominant figure, respectfully bowed his head and reported the information about Lu Shaoyou's life and death battle, kneeling on one knee and waiting for the white-robed young man's reaction.

At this moment, the young man in the yellow dragon robe spoke, "Cheng Jinhe, tell me, are you interested in something about Lu Shaoyou, to pay such close attention to him?" It seemed the Heavenly Pool Holy Son was called Cheng Jinhe, and the young man in the yellow dragon robe was no ordinary person. Cheng Jinhe smiled slightly, said nothing, and continued playing chess. He waved his hand, and Huanglei, who had been kneeling, dared to stand up and leave. He knew that both of them were Holy Sons, and the young man in the yellow dragon robe was even more powerful than his master! After Huanglei left, the palace door slammed shut, and no one knew what the two were discussing inside.

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