Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 747 - 741: The Candidates for the 7th Layer

The sixth layer.

After Ye Xuan had broken through the Illusion Realm, he appeared directly on this level, surrounded not by the artificially created spaces from before, but by a plaza.

This plaza was not vast, spanning just a few miles and flat as a plain; he could see its edge with just one glance.

The sixth layer seemed calm, ostensibly free of danger, and without a single soul in sight.

Yet the more it appeared that way, the more cautious Ye Xuan became. Considering the nature of the previous levels, this sixth layer couldn’t possibly be simple, especially since the next level was the top of the Martial God Tower.

To set foot on the top layer was said to be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

All of a sudden, the space around him warped, and then, under Ye Xuan’s slightly changed gaze, one figure after another materialized.

Yuan Taiyi, Sikong Wuji, Jun Luoyu, Ling Hanye, Su Wei—these top ten experts on the Holy List appeared one after another in this space.

"What is this..."

Ye Xuan’s pupils contracted slightly; the scene before his eyes was quite astonishing.

All these figures had appeared on the sixth layer—what exactly was going to happen?

Among the crowd, a familiar figure soon joined them; it was none other than Ling Qianxue.

"Ye Xuan."

Upon appearing, Ling Qianxue’s pretty face lit up with joy before she walked towards Ye Xuan.

"Qianxue?"

Ye Xuan was startled, clearly not expecting that Ling Qianxue would also be able to make it this far.

However, surprising as it was, the fact that Ling Qianxue had managed to make it here was a stroke of fortune, signifying that her luck was good.

"The Martial God Tower has transported everyone here, but what’s the intention behind this?"

Ye Xuan looked around at the figures that appeared one by one; these people were all famous geniuses on the continent. Only he and Ling Qianxue might be considered relatively unknown.

Whether he had met them before or not, they were now all gathered together.

Ling Qianxue introduced the talented masters who had come to this place to Ye Xuan, who was listening and sizing up these young powerhouses from the Holy List.

Holy List second place, Gu Hanxiang.

Holy List fifth place, Marquis Long Jian.

Holy List seventh place, Du Muchen.

Holy List ninth place, Xiong Heng.

Holy List twelfth place, Liang Yuechuan.

Basically, the young leaders of the Spirit Martial Continent had all converged here, with the exception of the eliminated ones. With the exception of Du Linxiao, practically all the top ten from the Holy List had made it to the sixth layer.

However, at the moment, everyone was carrying a trace of doubt in their hearts, for no one knew what would happen next.

Buzz, buzz.

Suddenly, the chamber shook around them, and sixteen black holes appeared out of nowhere, each exuding an unmatched suction force, and one by one, people were sucked in. Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue were among them.

When Ye Xuan’s vision returned, he found himself in a small space, and directly in front of him was a massive crystal. Through the crystal, he could see exactly where they had been before.

"What are they trying to do?"

Ye Xuan gazed at this scene; after the transformation of the sixth layer, it felt like it had turned into an arena, a battleground.

"It seems the rumors are true."

Ling Qianxue’s gaze beside him was slightly focused, as if she knew something.

"What rumor?" Ye Xuan frowned.

"I heard that on the seventh floor of the Martial God Tower, since ancient times, only one person could ascend. That is to say, no matter how many people reach the sixth floor, in the end, only one person can go up to the seventh floor," Ling Qianxue said with a solemn expression. "Right now, they want us to compete. Only the final victor will have the privilege to step into the seventh floor."

"I see."

Ye Xuan nodded, revealing a dawning understanding.

However, this meant that it would be more difficult for him to pass through. Although Ye Xuan had improved his cultivation quickly, the top three on the Holy List were not to be taken lightly, and he wasn’t confident of certain victory.

"Don’t worry, the Martial God Tower adjusts the cultivation of the competitors to the same level to ensure fairness. You definitely have a chance," Ling Qianxue said with a slight smile, as if she had seen through Ye Xuan’s thoughts.

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Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. It seemed he didn’t need to worry about disparities in cultivation. He could enjoy a good fight.

In the open area ahead, at the central position, stood a gigantic crystal. Upon it, rows of characters started lighting up, from top to bottom, a total of sixteen names.

At that moment, two names on the giant crystal lit up.

It was Marquis Long Jian and Zhan Weijie, ranked thirteenth on the Holy List.

Crack!

Two apertures opened in the crystal walls, and Marquis Long Jian and Zhan Weijie were thrust out by a great force. It turned out that the walls within this enclosed space, appearing as solid as rock, were actually disguised; from Ye Xuan’s perspective looking outward, the walls were enforced with a Prohibition. One could see the scenes inside, but those inside couldn’t see what was happening outside.

The large combat area was a kilometer in length and width, very spacious. Marquis Long Jian and Zhan Weijie stood hundreds of meters apart, facing each other.

"Die!"

Marquis Long Jian’s weapon was a dragon-shaped giant sword, several times larger than himself. With a flick of his sleeve, he rapidly closed in on Zhan Weijie. Lifting the dragon-shaped giant sword, he slashed down at Zhan Weijie with a Sword Qi like a rainbow.

Clang!

Zhan Weijie also drew his sword. His swordsmanship was light and agile, so the drawing of his sword made almost no sound. All the crowd heard was the clashing of the two swords, which immediately sparked a shower of sparks.

Seemingly unable to withstand Marquis Long Jian’s momentum, Zhan Weijie was forced to retreat rapidly amidst the shower of sparks, his feet leaving several deep indents on the ground.

"Dragon Soars the Heavens!"

Without waiting for Zhan Weijie to counterattack, Marquis Long Jian once again made his move. This time, the power of his attack instantly increased several times over. As soon as the sword light appeared, a blue dragon-shaped Qi Force surged beneath his feet, while another streak of sword light shot forth at lightning speed.

A flash of shock crossed Zhan Weijie’s eyes, but he responded incredibly quickly. With a "clang," the mighty greatsword was blocked once again.

However, this stalemate only lasted a few seconds before Zhan Weijie’s complexion changed. His treasured sword flew out of his hands.

Pfft!

The blade passed through, blood splattered everywhere.

Bang!

Zhan Weijie lay in a pool of blood.

"Marquis Long Jian is truly formidable. It’s said he has the bloodline of a dragon, the lineage of ancient Dragonkin. It seems to be true."

"The fifth of the Holy List against the thirteenth, the outcome was never in doubt. It’s just that Marquis Long Jian is too domineering; he feels unstoppable."

"Even with suppressed cultivation, other advantages remain intact, having no real impact on the overall situation."

Marquis Long Jian killing Zhan Weijie with two strikes caused some murmurs of shock.

"Dammit!"

In another crystal space, Zhan Weijie’s body reformed, uninjured. Within the Martial God Tower, even if one is slain, they don’t truly die.

With the battle over, two more names lit up on the giant crystal: Sikong Wuji and his opponent, Xiong Heng, ranked ninth on the Holy List.

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