Another Tumultuous Day
Like a golden shooting star, Ding Wuming, rank forty-nine Body Synthesis Realm ultimate immortal from Golden Feather Sect, known for his signature slanted eyebrows and red dot in the centre of his head, made a flashy entrance in his golden robe, consequently earning the ire of other ultimate immortals. He wore a proud sneer as he strutted off to Nie Yuyu to ask, “You rank thirty-one, Nie Yuyu?”
“And if I am?” Nie Yuyu looked up.
“You already forgotten you killed my junior brother Zuo Mo?”
“I don’t remember the names of those I’ve fell.”
“Hahaha, you have a point. For the same reason, history won’t have your name.”
With Ding Wuming initiating, Nie Yuyu thrust his spear back at the golden blast that the former fired from his hand. In one exchange, Nie Yuyu was sent sliding on his back along the ground until the momentum dissipated. Ding Wuming’s crest changed from forty-nine to thirty-one, while his former crest found its new owner in the crowd.
Thirty-nine year old Spirit Severing Realm cultivator Pang Chengtong had no desire to become an ultimate immortal as he did not like to compete in the killing game, yet he was granted rank forty-nine of the blue.
Ding Wuming ambled to Nie Yuyu’s body and kicked it into the abyss, relishing the sound of the wind slicing the latter up. Sneering in the face of everyone present, Ding Wuming declared, “Nobody needs to remember the names of the dead.”
Ding Wuming then approached twenty year old freestyle rank forty-eight cultivator, Ke Feixin, attired in a plain white robe. “The rock you’re sitting on is my spot.”
Ke Feixin smiled subtly. “I was here first.”
“Haha, funny. Get lost if you don’t want to be next.”
“Right back at you.”
Ke Feixin jabbed his hand out from inside his sleeve, whipping up brown mist to strangle Ding Wuming with. In the next split second, Ke Feixin had squeezed hard enough to pop Ding Wuming’s head off the bone and into the valley. Ke Feixin went straight back to closing his eyes and relaxing as though he just swatted off a fly – no big deal.
With two back to back surprises, one could say that the contest for the top nine spots was going to be full of unpredictable events.
Five Mountains Alliance assembled on an abandoned mountain that businessmen hurriedly constructed and sold to the alliance for outlandish prices. As if they were worried people did not know they were wealthy, they had cultivators patrolling the skies.
The stately abode that sat at the summit was where the five representatives, Earth Sovereign Sect’s Patriarch Xiong Feiyang, Mystic Spirit Sect’s Daoist Qiuze, Jade Sect’s Patriarch Chu Yun, Life and Death Sect’s Patriarch Chi Luowang and Solitary Sect’s Patriarch Yang Tianao, holed up inside a soul style barrier. Though Celestial Star Sect was no more, Tian Yuehen was still alive, consequently joining the five. Forty Ascension Realm cultivators, all of whom were powerhouses also silently sat in anticipation.
Upon picking up a domineering presence, the forty Ascension Realm cultivators prostrated themselves on the ground. “Your subject’s respects.”
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