Chapter 148: Nine White-Robed People

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Nine White-Robed People

At that moment, the referee’s voice rang out, announcing Yi Jian’s victory.

Seeing that Yi Jian had actually defeated the Terminator, the crowd in the stands erupted in an uproar.

"The Terminator, with one hundred and seventy wins and zero losses, was actually terminated by Yi Jian, who’s only at the Golden Core Second Realm!"

"That move Yi Jian just used was terrifying!"

"He’s too strong! Who the hell is this Yi Jian? I’ve never heard of him before, but how can he be this powerful?"

Amidst their astonishment, everyone began to speculate about Yi Jian’s identity.

Some people did connect Yi Jian to the Yi Xiaoyao on the Hidden Dragon List. After all, their combat records were somewhat similar, both having killed enemies multiple Realms above their own low Cultivation.

On the Asura Platform, Yi Xiaoyao heard some of these murmurs and frowned slightly. He didn’t want his identity to be figured out, as it would only attract unnecessary trouble.

So, he immediately left the Asura Platform and walked into the passage leading backstage.

Someone was already waiting in the passage. They respectfully presented Yi Xiaoyao with a Storage Pouch.

Because Yi Xiaoyao had chosen Demon Cores as his reward and had won so many consecutive matches, this Storage Pouch was filled with a large number of them, including the Bright Light Saint Sparrow Demon Pill and one Great Demon Pill.

’Not a bad haul. Time to leave.’

Having achieved his goal, Yi Xiaoyao smiled in satisfaction, put away the Storage Pouch, and donned a black cloak, preparing to leave the Asura Arena.

Just as he stepped out of the exit passage, he came face-to-face with a young couple.

The two of them seemed to have been waiting specifically for him. The moment they saw Yi Xiaoyao, they rushed over excitedly.

"Yi Jian! Are you Yi Xiaoyao?" the man asked.

Yi Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "No."

"That makes sense. You’re strong, but you’re still a long way from Yi Xiaoyao," the woman in red said with a pout.

Yi Xiaoyao was about to leave, but he raised an eyebrow at her words and asked with a smile, "And why do you say that?"

The man, thinking Yi Jian was unconvinced, said, "Don’t get upset, Yi Jian. It’s amazing that you killed the Golden Core Seventh Layer Terminator while at the Golden Core Second Realm. But Yi Xiaoyao’s feat was killing someone at the Golden Core Eighth Layer when he was only at the Golden Core First Realm. Of course you’re a long way from his level."

"Exactly! Yi Xiaoyao is a legendary figure in our Seven Kills Star Hall! He’s also mastered Sword Momentum and used it to defeat Hua Yunfeng, who was ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon List. How could you possibly compare to him?" the woman in red huffed at Yi Xiaoyao with a hint of pride.

Hearing this, Yi Xiaoyao couldn’t help but smile under the shadow of his cloak. This feeling of being compared to himself was truly strange, and also quite amusing.

"So you’re both from the Seven Kills Star Hall. If you happen to run into Yi Xiaoyao, please give him my regards."

Yi Xiaoyao gave the pair a small laugh, then turned and left.

The couple watched Yi Xiaoyao’s departing figure with frowns, saying in a puzzled tone, "Give Yi Xiaoyao his regards? Does he know him?"

At this very moment, Flame Medicine Hidden was quietly watching Yi Xiaoyao leave the Asura Arena. Since he had recognized the Nine Swords of Slaughter, he had naturally recognized Yi Xiaoyao as well.

’It’s that kid, Xiaoyao. I didn’t expect him to have improved so much. It seems I wasn’t wrong about him back then.’

After muttering this to himself happily, Flame Medicine Hidden’s gaze shifted. He looked toward several locations in the stands where a few people in white robes were seated.

’But it’s better if I don’t meet with him. I don’t want to bring him any trouble.’

There were many such white-robed people in the Asura Arena. They were the ones the Cloud Transformation Sect had sent to keep an eye on Flame Medicine Hidden. However, this was the Asura Arena, so the people from the Cloud Transformation Sect didn’t dare make a reckless move against him and could only watch over him here.

Suddenly, Flame Medicine Hidden’s expression changed. He realized that there were far fewer white-robed people than before.

Looking again for Yi Xiaoyao, he saw that he had already disappeared from the Asura Arena’s exit. At this, Flame Medicine Hidden immediately sensed that something was wrong.

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By the time Yi Xiaoyao walked out of the Asura Arena, night had fallen, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky.

But he hadn’t gone more than a few hundred feet when his steps came to a sudden halt.

Under the moonlight, nine white-robed figures stood ahead, staring at Yi Xiaoyao with icy gazes as if waiting for their prey to arrive.

Killing Intent filled the air. These newcomers did not come in peace.

"Who are you?"

Yi Xiaoyao asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. He already had his suspicions.

"The ones who will kill you!"

one of the white-robed, middle-aged men said in a low voice.

"If I’m not mistaken, you must be a few of the Cloud Transformation Sect’s dogs," Yi Xiaoyao sneered.

Instantly, the surrounding Killing Intent grew even thicker.

Evidently, Yi Xiaoyao’s words had enraged the white-robed men.

While the people in the stands were still guessing whether Yi Jian was Yi Xiaoyao, these members of the Cloud Transformation Sect had already confirmed his identity the moment he drew his Bloodthirsty Sword.

Because that blood-red Bloodthirsty Sword was Yi Xiaoyao’s most obvious trademark.

"Hmph! Yi Xiaoyao, to think that while we were here watching Flame Medicine Hidden, you would deliver yourself right to our doorstep!"

"Yi Xiaoyao, you dared to kill disciples and elders of my Cloud Transformation Sect. Today, you won’t escape even if you sprout wings!"

In an instant, the nine white-robed men unleashed their auras. Shockingly, they were all experts at the Golden Core Ninth Realm.

Yi Xiaoyao’s heart lurched. ’These people said they were watching Flame Medicine Hidden... could Elder Yan be here too?’

But he had no time to dwell on that now. After all, the ones trying to kill him were nine experts at the Golden Core Ninth Realm!

"The Cloud Transformation Sect really thinks highly of me, doesn’t it!"

Yi Xiaoyao said, his expression turning extremely grave. He then drew his longsword, tossed aside the Sword Scabbard, and prepared to activate the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique at a moment’s notice.

"Hmph! We don’t all need to fight to kill you."

One of the middle-aged men in white spoke up. "Ren Tu, you were originally ranked ninety-fifth on the Hidden Dragon List, but now you’ve been pushed down by this Yi Xiaoyao. I imagine you’ve been itching to kill this kid and take back your rank, haven’t you?"

The expression of the white-robed man named Ren Tu shifted slightly. It was true. His rank had been pushed down to ninety-sixth by Yi Xiaoyao, and he was naturally unwilling to accept it.

"Of course. This Yi Xiaoyao is merely at the Golden Core Second Realm. So what if he killed Elder Lei Zhen? It’ll be a piece of cake for me to kill him. The rest of you can just stand by and watch."

With that, Ren Tu’s figure shot forward as he violently drew his saber and slashed at Yi Xiaoyao.

Thousands of streams of Sword Qi formed a colossal, frenzied blade that parted the moonlight and tore through the night sky, descending upon Yi Xiaoyao’s head at an astonishing speed.

Yi Xiaoyao was instantly terrified. All the pores on his body opened up as an unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him.

’Those on the Hidden Dragon List are truly powerful!’

he cried out internally. He absolutely could not counter an attack of this level without activating the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique.

But even with the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique, it would still be incredibly difficult to kill the nine Golden Core Ninth Realm cultivators before him.

Most importantly, Yi Xiaoyao had used the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique not long ago and hadn’t had time to sufficiently replenish his consumed soul. At his current state, his soul could only last for about ten breaths, which was nowhere near enough time to deal with these nine people.

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