Chapter 407: Chapter 390 Sect Grand Competition
It is well known that among the four great sects, a Black Hole Level sect master has emerged.
Because of this, Wang Xu’s name has spread far and wide, but whenever a Black Hole Level sect master is mentioned, it inevitably refers to Wang Xu.
Yet, for this reason, Wang Xu’s position as sect master has completely isolated him from the Imperial Extreme Divine Sect.
The other three sect masters are gloating.
Wang Xu, at such a young age, becoming the sect master of the Kunlong Martial Sect, was not something people were optimistic about.
The big figures of the Great Dragon Dynasty, especially these three sect masters, had long predicted that the Kunlong Martial Sect would completely decline and ultimately disband, disappearing into history under Wang Xu’s leadership.
Taunting and ridicule murmured quietly.
The disciples of the Kunlong Martial Sect felt their faces burning and fell silent.
After leaving the Imperial Palace, ten disciples hurried back to cultivate.
"Brother Wang, please wait!"
Zhao Xiang, the sect master of the Lingxu Martial Sect, suddenly spoke.
"What is it?"
Wang Xu paused in his step.
Zhao Xiang, Situ Wumen of the Shaluo Heavenly Sect, and Luo Feiyu of the Rotten Wood Sword Sect all stepped forward.
"Brother Wang, my name is Zhao Xiang, the sect master of the Lingxu Martial Sect, and I was a close friend of Zong Yuan in his lifetime; this you should know."
Wang Xu previously did not know the name Zhao Xiang.
But later learned from the elders of the Elder Council that Zhao Xiang was once a close brother to Zong Yuan, frequently visiting.
It’s just that later on, Zong Yuan went into seclusion and hadn’t seen Zhao Xiang for a long time.
"I know."
Wang Xu said indifferently.
"With this relationship, let me, whose age is a bit more advanced, advise you from the perspective of someone who’s been through it."
Zhao Xiang said, "You becoming the sect master of the Kunlong Martial Sect at such a young age is, in itself, a good thing, beneficial to you, and it shows your potential. In the future, you will definitely become a strong figure. I believe in Zong Yuan’s judgment; he would never err in assessing people..."
Zhao Xiang shifted his tone, "However, you are inexperienced and don’t understand the hardships and difficulties involved..."
"Sect Master of Lingxu, if you have something to say, say it directly."
Wang Xu waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang sighed, glanced at him, and slowly said, "Your potential exceeds this, and you should be capable of greater achievements; you should not be confined by the position of a sect master. I can see that you very much wish to enter the Imperial Extreme Divine Sect, but you are unable to participate in the tournament due to your current identity."
"Therefore, I want you to step down from the position of Kunlong Sect master, to yield it to the worthy."
Zhao Xiang’s words were earth-shattering.
He actually came to persuade Wang Xu to give up his position as sect master and let someone else succeed!
All previously mentioned was just a pretense under the guise of being Zong Yuan’s friend and believing in Zong Yuan’s judgment.
"Brother Wang, Zhao is right; your potential is limitless. If you enter the Imperial Extreme Divine Sect, your future status will surely be extraordinary. Why confine yourself to one sect, limiting your life?"
The sect master of the Shaluo Heavenly Sect, Situ Wumen, echoed.
"This matter, Brother Wang, we hope you give it good consideration. We’re doing this for you, and also for the Kunlong Martial Sect."
The sect master of the Rotten Wood Sword Sect, Luo Feiyu, sighed, "Ever since you took over as sect master of the Kunlong Martial Sect, whether in court or across the world, there have been endless discussions about you. Not only that, but the disciples of the Kunlong Martial Sect have been repeatedly bullied outside, saying that the sect master of the Kunlong Martial Sect is not even as good as an elder..."
"For the sake of the Kunlong Martial Sect, for your own sake, step down from the position of sect master."
"Step down."
"You should pursue a more powerful realm."
The three sect masters echoed each other, persuading Wang Xu.
But no matter what they said, Wang Xu stood unmoved, his expression calm.
After a moment.
"Are you all done speaking?"
Wang Xu’s single sentence swallowed all the persuasion from the three sect masters.
"The matters of the Kunlong Martial Sect do not require the three to bother, farewell."
Sparing words as if they were gold, Wang Xu turned and transformed into a stream of light, leaving.
Leaving the three sect masters to look at each other in dismay.
"This Wang Xu, truly doesn’t know what’s good for him!"
Situ Wumen’s face turned dark.
"In two months, it will be the tournament of the four sects. If none of the disciples of the Kunlong Martial Sect make the selection, how will he have any face to continue being the sect master of the Kunlong Martial Sect?"
Luo Feiyu said sinisterly.
Zhao Xiang’s expression also turned sinister, completely different from before.
"He will abdicate."
Leaving this sentence, Zhao Xiang stepped into the air, leaving two sect masters bewildered.
...
In the following two months, the ten disciples of the Kunlong Martial Sect seized every moment, not daring to slack off, putting their all into cultivation.
Wang Xu unusually personally guided them.
Having lived two lives, Wang Xu once possessed the power of the Celestial God Realm, and naturally knew the key points of cultivation. All disciples advised by him were enlightened.
As a result, the disciples of the Kunlong Martial Sect’s admiration for Wang Xu deepened.
But Wang Xu alone could not make them feel proud and proud, after all, the gap between Black Hole Level and White Hole Level was really too huge.
Two months passed by in a blink.
The competition among the four great sects begins today.
When Wang Xu and his group arrived at the martial arena, the other three great sects had already gathered, sharpening their swords, and the eyes with which they looked at the Kunlong Martial Sect’s people brimmed with fighting spirit.
At that moment, nine celestial horses with golden fur trotted through the sky, pulling a luxurious carriage behind them.
The accompanying servants were Black Hole Level figures.
Lightly lifting the curtain, a figure draped in a yellow robe, imbued with majesty, stepped out.
"Subjects (common folk) pay respects to the King!"
Everyone knelt in unison.
Except for Wang Xu, who stood out among the crowd, leaving everyone astonished.
Fortunately, the King didn’t mind this and remained seated in the upper rank of the viewing platform.
"I hereby declare, the contest of the Four Sects begins now!"
As the commanding voice fell, forty disciples stepped into the arena, orderly proceeding to their designated martial platforms.
The rules of the Four Sects’ competition were extremely simple.
The forty disciples would battle in pairs, continuously fighting until the top three positions were determined.
Wang Xu sat with the other three Sect Masters on another part of the viewing platform, their eyes fixed on the martial platforms.
"Begin!"
With the judge’s command, the forty sect disciples immediately engaged in battle.
These forty sect disciples, worthy elites of the Four Sects, made the first battle vivid and exciting, with endless excitement.
Many martial artists watching cheered vigorously, applauding those in the arena.
Meanwhile, several secret bets were underway.
"Haha, which disciples do you think have a chance at the final positions in this contest?"
Luo Feiyu asked with a smiling face.
"I hope that my Lingxu Martial Sect disciples could take all the positions... but the difficulty is obvious, nevertheless, speaking of candidates, my chief disciple ’Lu Tao’ is naturally among the forefront."
Zhao Xiang spoke with a hint of pride.
When he said this, Zhao Xiang deliberately glanced at Wang Xu, his eyes were laced with a subtle cruelty.
"Haha... Brother Zhao’s straightforward nature revealed my thoughts, if only these brats under my tutelage were more promising, they might snatch all three positions, but I lack such luck; only my direct disciple can barely inherit my legacy, showcasing a bit of my past splendor."
Situ Wumen quipped.
"Brother Wang, what about you?"
Luo Feiyu specifically asked.
"Leave it to destiny."
Wang Xu’s answer was concise.
"Brother Wang is quite carefree, but your Kunlong Martial Sect disciples have just entered the arena and already half have been defeated. It seems destiny doesn’t favor your Kunlong Martial Sect!"
Luo Feiyu laughed.
As he said, ten disciples from Kunlong Martial Sect had just entered the arena but five were already defeated.
It was a brutal elimination round. Once defeated, they would be out of the competition, only waiting for the next opportunity.
Zhao Xiang and Situ Wumen watched this scene with schadenfreude smiles.
Wang Xu remained expressionless, watching calmly.
The first round of battles quickly concluded, with Kunlong Martial Sect having five disciples advancing to the second round.
Five was neither many nor few, yet compared to Lingxu Martial Sect’s seven, it seemed a bit lacking.
But Luo Feiyu, who had been all smiles just now, now had a terrifyingly dark face.
His Immortal Sword Sect had only three disciples enter the second round, even less than Kunlong Martial Sect!
Wang Xu intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Luo Feiyu, causing Luo Feiyu to feel so humiliated he wished he could find a hole to hide in.
...
The second round commenced, Lingxu Martial Sect had absolute advantage, with seven disciples whose skills were superb, more refined than martial artists who had cultivated for many years.
This round did not last long before results were rapidly decided.
Luo Feiyu’s face grew even darker.
His Rotten Wood Sword Sect could still leave three in the first round, yet after the second, only one remained!
Moreover, anyone who watched knew that this one won by sheer luck, facing immediate elimination in the third round.
Thus, Immortal Sword Sect was completely out, losing any chance at the top three positions.
Yet the Kunlong Martial Sect disciples’ performance was surprisingly good.
Of five disciples, four remained after the battles!
While Zhao Xiang’s Lingxu Martial Sect and Situ Wumen’s Sha Luo Tian Sect retained three and two disciples, respectively.
Kunlong Martial Sect suddenly overtook!
The three Sect Masters remained silent now, their faces not looking good.
...
The third round began, as expected, the last Rotting Wood Sword Sect disciple was promptly defeated, Luo Feiyu looked embarrassed, leaving the scene immediately.
Rotten Wood Sword Sect was the first to be eliminated, leaving the remaining three sects to compete for the five positions.
Perhaps guided by Wang Xu or an unknown fortune, Kunlong Martial Sect disciples were exceptionally fierce, defeating opponents with overwhelming prowess, placing three disciples in the top five positions.
With only five spots in total, Kunlong Martial Sect occupied two, even if they lost, they’d at least secure one position!
Seeing this, Zhao Xiang and Situ Wumen’s faces turned darker than coal.
They had hoped to see Kunlong Martial Sect disciples eliminated to ridicule Wang Xu, but now they were fortunate Wang Xu didn’t ridicule them!
The final round commenced, with five individuals, one was granted exemption while the other four had to battle in pairs.
Ultimately, among the four, a Kunlong disciple and a Lingxu Martial Sect disciple secured the first two positions.
The two defeated disciples continued battling, with the Sha Luo Tian Sect disciple coming out victorious.
But this disciple hadn’t truly secured the third position, having to fight against the exempted last Kunlong disciple, only by winning could he secure the third position.
As the two engaged, due to having fought two consecutive battles, the Sha Luo Tian Sect disciple was obviously struggling, falling behind.
Situ Wumen watched anxiously, this being the last chance for a qualification, failing to secure this Sha Luo Tian Sect would share the same fate as Immortal Sword Sect, merely a walk-through!
"Wait! I demand a halt!"
Immediately, Situ Wumen shouted. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to vote with recommendations or monthly tickets at Qidian (), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at ).