The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 728 - 406: No Mercy

Everyone knows that in such situations, the ones who go to the stage first are destined to be cannon fodder. Thus, the initial bouts were sporadic until after three or four hours, when a line finally started forming at the entrance of the secret realm. One advantage of this war of attrition is that it prevents Ning Xiaoxian and Qi Zai from having to fight each other to the death, and Tu Jin did not participate in the contest, instead continuing to regulate her breathing within the God Demon Prison, and digest the knowledge given to her by Yin Jiu You. The Soul Cultivator’s method of combat is too peculiar and unsuitable for a public setting.

When Qingluan entered the Forest Palace, both Sect Leaders were absent. In one of the halls, all the elders and commanders, dismissing the other Water Moon Mirrors, were mostly just focusing on one mirror in the corner, watching with rapt attention, not taking their eyes off it. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Something that could engage these worldly sages so intensely must involve a scene with enough violence. If not for the brilliant and intense battles within the secret realm, there would only be one other possibility—

She hurried over, and upon a single glance, she let out a cold snort. Indeed.

The one who applied the Water Moon Technique on the secret realm had profound cultivation, hence, most of the Water Moon Mirrors here displayed high-definition images without transmission delay. The scene in the mirror was reflecting a clear image of the secret realm:

Here was a Gobi Beach. A petite woman’s hands were tied behind her back, and her delicate and long legs were forcibly spread apart. A man was pinning her down to the ground, his robust body intensely gyrating atop her slender frame. The woman’s lovely face was already contorted in pain, stained with tears, her lips parted in an alternating pattern, as if crying out or begging for mercy. But the man on top paid no heed, only hastening his motions and causing her body to shift back and forth.

The Water Moon Mirror only showed images, no sound. This silence turned the scene into a silent film, which paradoxically made it more stimulating for the watchers; after all, the man’s frame was at least twice her size, looking like a wild boar pouncing on a swan, creating a jarring visual impact.

As Qingluan approached, the males in the room felt uncomfortable, clearing their throats and returning to their duties, yet their gazes inexorably stole glances in this direction. Such a candid portrayal of eroticism was not a spectacle they witnessed every day.

Qingluan remembered. The little girl demon being humiliated in the scene had only just joined the Hidden Stream at the beginning of the year. Before the Martial Arts Competition, she reminded the little Skylark that her strength was not sufficient to take part. But the girl was too stubborn, not only did she enter the competition, but she also picked the infamous Cayman Demon as her opponent.

She deserved to learn a lesson. Qingluan shook her head and walked away. This was Hidden Stream, where those without self-awareness could encounter tragic fates far beyond mere death.

However, half an hour later when she returned, the males were still congregated around the same Water Moon Mirror, fixated. So she knew that damnable Cayman Demon hadn’t finished his performance.

Indeed, the act in the secret realm was not yet over. The Crocodile Demon had already changed positions, forcing the beautiful captive to kneel on the ground. As the Water Moon Mirror wasn’t equipped for 360-degree, no dead-angle shooting, from this angle, one could only see the little Skylark’s head drooping helplessly. Her soft body was thrust forward with every hit and then yanked back by her arms that he seized. Her long hair veiled her face, obstructing any view of her expression.

Qingluan turned her face away in disgust, summoning a subordinate: "Go, tell the champion of arena four to wrap up this bout quickly, not to delay the next challenger’s time."

Protestations rose sporadically within the room. Qingluan paid them no mind. As a woman, this was all she could do for that reckless little Bird Demon.

After a while, the Cayman Demon indeed made a gesture as if he was listening intently, then he hastily finished up and stood up, pulling up his trousers. The moment he left, the little girl demon collapsed on the ground, motionless. He reluctantly rubbed against the stunning body in front of him a few more times, and then, with a slap, he twisted and broke the neck of the little Skylark which had just provided him endless pleasure.

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Ning Xiaoxian stood at a distance in front of the arena, having waited patiently for nearly ten hours. The Martial Arts Competition was to last a full three days, and the demons of the mountain seemed to emerge one after another, as if they were inexhaustible.

Good wine resides at the bottom of the barrel; she was in no rush to step up.

There are many tricks to notice for competing in the arena. For example, how to allocate stamina during a bout to ensure that after defeating an opponent, one recovers as quickly as possible within the limited hour for the next challenge; like how everyone prefers to join the fray at the last moment to face fewer enemies and conserve more energy; and like the approach of the current champion of arena four.