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Chapter 1953: Chapter 1818: Another Dark Horse

Silence!

Silent as death!

The battlefield was filled with a pungent scent of blood!

On the Heavenly Demon Platform, limbs and flesh were flying, a scene of utter chaos!

The once-mighty Mosi, even after activating the ancestral imprint and burning the Death Core of the cultivator’s primordial, was no match, and was shattered by Ye Fan’s fist, the scene was utterly shocking.

Many people’s eyelids twitched violently, barely daring to believe their eyes.

"Too... too... too fierce!"

Someone stammeringly expressed the thoughts of the crowd.

Indeed, too fierce!

Just one punch, that purple diamond-like Iron Fist was like a purple sun, deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone, impossible to erase.

Absolute shock!

After all, Mosi’s combat power doubled after burning his primordial, capable of fighting the strongest heirs of the Ten Great Families.

However—

Under Ye Fan’s Iron Fist, it was like a chicken and dog, unable to withstand a single blow.

This result shocked everyone, many sighed that Ye Fan was indeed too strong, with an unstoppable rise and invincible posture.

On the Heavenly Demon Platform!

Ye Fan’s clothes were unstained by blood, his gaze cold, walking in the void like a Demon Lord in the dust, exuding a matchless formidable aura.

"Hiss!"

He pointed a finger, a flame fell, burning Mosi’s limbs and flesh clean, a pungent smell of char filled the air, nauseating to inhale.

Afterward, under the shocked gazes of everyone, Ye Fan walked step by step off the Heavenly Demon Platform, returning to Zi Huan’s side.

"It’s over!"

The Clan Leader of the Moss Family felt as if his nerves had been pulled out, slumping to the ground, his face a lifeless gray.

He knew, after this battle, Ye Fan would undoubtedly break into the top ten, becoming one of the strongest ten.

No chance for revenge against Mosi in this life or the next, and perhaps even suppressed by the City Lord.

Similarly, the Mo Family’s Family Head also softened all over, slumping into the seat behind him, eyes shooting out a look of despair.

Both his sons died at Ye Fan’s hands, the grudge as deep as the ocean, the hate towering to the skies.

However—

Once Ye Fan enters the top ten, it would mean the Purple Demon Family would also become one of the Ten Great Families, the Mo Family would be fortunate enough not to be oppressed by the Purple Demon Family before even thinking of revenge.

"Zi Yefan..."

Xingtian bit his steel-cold teeth, his complexion exceedingly dark, eyes flashing with a hint of vicious anger.

Mosi was his top henchman, killed just like that, without even forcing out Ye Fan’s true strength, making him angry and also subtly uneasy.

"I refuse to believe you can defy the heavens!"

Xingtian secretly clenched his teeth, eyes fierce, deciding to personally act and kill Ye Fan with the most brutal methods in the top ten rankings match to repay the previous humiliation.

He could not allow Ye Fan to survive, even if Ye Fan enters the top ten, there is still a chance to kill him.

The dead have no value!

Once Ye Fan dies, naturally someone else will replace him.

By then...

Thinking of the exquisite Zi Huan yielding under himself, allowing humiliation as he pleased, Xingtian’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

The battle concludes, many looked at Ye Fan with eyes filled with complicated emotions!

Some smaller families naturally hoped Ye Fan would win, thus changing the existing pattern, only amid turmoil could these small families possibly benefit.

However, those families who lost heirs blamed Ye Fan for it.

Ye Fan’s strength exceeded everyone’s expectations, definitely capable of killing most of the contestants.

And their heirs perished in the Demon Beast Forest, they naturally suspected Ye Fan was the one who killed their heirs.

With such complex feelings, many looked at Ye Fan with eyes filled with deep hostility.

"The selection match is cruel, if you are not prepared to die in battle, then do not participate."

The mighty elder’s voice was like rolling thunder, echoing every corner around the Heavenly Demon Platform, shaking the hearts of many weaker cultivators, their ears ringing.

"If you lack such awareness, then why participate in the selection match, go home!" The mighty elder’s beard and hair all bristled, voice like a lion’s roar, instantly suppressing the discussions below the platform.

"As the two from the tenth group have just finished their match, a break is needed to restore and recover, the next match will start with the ninth group." The mighty elder’s eyes were like copper bells, cold gaze swept over the crowd, announcing icily.

Holy artifacts have a short memory function, the aura of every contestant will be recorded, no longer needing the City Lord to personally activate them.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Two beams shot from the eye sockets of a gigantic skull, landing on Mu Tianhe and the young man named Baili Han.

"Swish!"

Mu Tianhe moved underfoot, transformed into a beam of light ascending the Heavenly Demon Platform like a Demon God, exuding strong aura.

"Come up and die!"

"The one to die is you!"

Baili Han showed no fear, directly opposing, arms spread like a Giant Roc, gracefully landing on the Heavenly Demon Platform.

"Surrender, or die, tell me your choice!"

Mu Tianhe’s voice was icy, devoid of emotion, that cold tone seemed to come from Hell, carrying piercing killing intent.

"Go to hell!"

Baili Han’s gaze became entirely cold, turning all his inner worries and fears into dense killing aura.

Fear is useless, only by battling to the death might there be a shred of hope, but if cowardly, certain death awaited.

"Whoosh!"

Both moved at once, turning into two streaks of lightning, violently clashing together.

"Boom!"

A burst of fierce radiance erupted between the two, like a burning sun, overshadowing the real sun in the sky.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze was focused on the Heavenly Demon Platform.

Both were at the Peak of Demon Master realm, with equal cultivation level and similar combat power.

Who will emerge victorious?

"Ah..."

"My eyes..."

Some weaker cultivators screamed miserably, their eyes tearing non-stop, unable to stare directly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, like thunder and lightning, the Demon Cloud surged on the Heavenly Demon Platform, Death Qi permeated the air, and beams of deathly light tore through the heavens and earth, slashing in all directions.

Both were as swift as lightning, touching and dividing in an instant, continuously bursting with dazzling light, various Martial Arts Secret Skills emerged one after another.

"Crane Shriek Nine Heavens!"

Amidst the rolling Demon Cloud, Mu Tianhe’s long roar echoed across the sky, scattering the Demon Cloud.

Immediately, a gray Demon Crane swooped through the sky, its sharp beak diving down like a Heavenly Sword, carrying an unmatched murderous intent.

"Kill!"

Baili Han wielded a pitch-black Big Spear, stirring up a trail of gun light to meet Mu Tianhe’s crane beak.

"Clang!"

The Big Spear collided with the crane beak, emitting a clanging sound, like metal clashing against metal.

"Sky Splitting Ten Strikes!"

Blocking Mu Tianhe’s attack with one spear, Baili Han’s confidence soared, the Big Spear in his hand transformed into ten thousand paths of gun light, unleashing vortex-like fierce rays.

This was the Baili Clan’s strongest Secret Skill; those vortex-like fierce rays could easily penetrate the Protective Demon Gang of a cultivator.

"Bang bang bang..."

Mu Tianhe’s face turned ashen, he alternated punches, and fierce Punch Ray collided with the gun light, sounding like iron being struck.

"Swish!"

A flash of light; Mu Tianhe’s hand appeared with a treasure sword emitting light like peacock feathers, instantly delivering hundreds of slashes.

He moved gracefully like a feather, weightless, maintaining the advantage of striking from above, channeling his entire weight into the long sword, every strike carrying immense force.

"Die!"

Baili Han stood firmly on the Heavenly Demon Platform, like a sturdy pine tree, a rocky stone, unmoving, the Big Spear in his hand sparking fierce gun light.

"Let it end!"

Mu Tianhe’s eyes shot out a cold light, his long sword slid along Baili Han’s spear shaft, aiming directly for his brow.

"Yes, it should end!" Baili Han smiled strangely, appearing with victory assured, causing Mu Tianhe’s heart to skip a beat.

Not good, it’s a trap!

When Mu Tianhe noticed the fierce gun light massing around him, it was already too late.

No Spear Formation!

The strongest move in Baili Clan’s Sky Splitting Ten Strikes, and the hardest to defend against; once unleashed, the opponent is bound to suffer.

At this moment, Baili Han wasn’t holding a Big Spear at all, yet he exuded the aura of a Supreme Strongman.

"Shh!"

As Mu Tianhe’s Sword Radiance appeared before him, Baili Han moved; a pitch-black Big Spear suddenly sprang from his shoulder, like a dormant serpent launching its strongest attack.

The black spear moved like a dragon, shattering the Sword Radiance, seemingly traversing space, appearing before Mu Tianhe, piercing through.

The scene froze instantly!

Baili Han held the spear single-handedly, pointing diagonally to the southern sky, blood flowed down the spear shaft, gathered at his finger, and dripped down.

The strongest Mu Family descendant, Mu Tianhe, was pierced through the brow, hung on the spear tip, his eyes scattered.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

No one expected such an outcome, the heir of the ninth major family, pinned dead in the Void by a single spear.

"Clatter!"

The treasure sword fell to the ground, sparking a splash of Mars.

"Bang!"

Baili Han shook his right hand, directly shattering Mu Tianhe’s head, the headless corpse fell heavily.

"Incredible!"

"Is the Baili Clan rising?"

"The young strongmen this generation are indeed formidable; without supreme strength, even the Ten Great Families can’t maintain their status."

People were shocked, discussing fervently, all feeling extremely surprised; Mu Tianhe showcased the Ultimate Demon Form yet still met a tragic end.

"No..."

Mu Family members rushed forward, grief-stricken, lenses cracking, retrieving Mu Tianhe’s corpse sorrowfully.

Mu Tianhe’s fall signified the Mu Family’s disassociation from the Ten Great Families, falling from grace.

Not only would their cultivation resources significantly decrease, but they would also endure ridicule and sarcasm from other families, something they had long held above.

In contrast, the Baili Clan was jubilant, the Clan Leader beaming, personally welcoming Baili Han from the Heavenly Demon Platform.

"Our Baili Clan is destined to flourish!"

This was the shared sentiment of all Baili Clan members at this moment.

"Another dark horse, uncertain whether he or Zi Yefan is stronger."

Many pondered inwardly.

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