Chapter 8: Kill! Demacia! (Second Update)

  The sound came from afar, and as I followed the sound with my eyes, a young man walked slowly towards me from a distance. He was wearing a black tight-fitting outfit, with a slender build and a head of long black hair tied back with a red silk ribbon, which swayed left and right with each step, just like an untamed black horse.

  On his shoulder, however, he was carrying a piece of scrap iron that was almost as tall as him, wrapped in white cloth strips, so it was unclear what it actually was. Nevertheless, everyone still found it extremely comical.

  Ignoring the surrounding onlookers or their pitiful gazes, Qin Xuan lightly leaped up, just like a large Peng bird spreading its wings under the scorching sun, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the stone platform, standing off against Qin Jiangwei, their eyes locking, sparks flying.

  "Hmph!" With a hint of cold smile at the corner of his mouth, Qin Jiangwei looked at the black-clad youth in front of him with disdain. "I thought the young master of the Eastern Manor would flee without a fight, and I was worried. But unexpectedly, you've delivered yourself to my doorstep again."

  Upon hearing this, the young man also smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Escape? You're not qualified for that."

  "I hope you can still be so arrogant later!"

  "Cut the crap! Meet you at Victory Cliff!"

  Having said that, he ignored Qin Jiangwei's ugly face and suddenly accelerated his body shape, rushing towards the direction of Sheng Si Cliff. His speed was so fast that he disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

  "Looking for death!" With a sneer, Qin Jiangwei followed suit, his speed obviously faster than Qin Xuan's by more than one notch. Some of the Qin family disciples around them exchanged glances, chatted a few times, and then also chased after them. In an instant, the vast Qin family training ground was left with only a row of people on the viewing platform.

  "What's going on?"

  Qin's old ancestor frowned, looking at the four masters of the mansion beside him, his eyes with a hint of inquiry, apparently somewhat dissatisfied with this sudden situation.

  "Ancestor, this is just a small fight among juniors." said Qin Long, the master of Xifeng Mansion with a smile.

  "Hmph! A fight?" The old ancestor of the Qin family let out a cold snort, his tone filled with chilliness. "Is it necessary to fight to the death at Victory Cliff? This is simply absurd!"

  Seeing the old ancestor's face was not good, the remaining people did not dare to interrupt, even Qin Long also blushed and retreated, in front of this Qin family ancestor, he did not dare to be presumptuous at all.

  "Hurry up and stop this farce!"

  He let out a cold shout, and without seeing any movement from Lao Zu, he was already over 100 meters away. The others quickly followed suit, with Qin Yun Tian taking the lead, his speed reaching its peak.

  At the time of Qin Xuan's departure, if it weren't for the presence of his elderly ancestors by his side, he would have longed to go forward and stop him. The anxiety in his heart was self-evident, and it could be said that he was like an ant on a hot pot.

  Sheng Si Cliff is located in the northern suburbs of Luohe City, with a height of about 100 meters. A powerful seal is set up above, and only those who agree to fight to the death can enter. Once inside, outsiders cannot intervene!

  No one knows when the Cliff of Life and Death came into existence, or how long it has been around. All that is known is that unless there is a deep-seated vendetta, ordinary people would never dare to enter, because in this place, no matter how many people go in, only one person is allowed to come out!

  Hush hush hush.

  Figures flashed by quickly in Luhe City, causing some passersby to be puzzled and tense, secretly guessing who had provoked the Qin family to make such a big move. Especially the Feng family, which was thrown into chaos for a while, thinking that the Qin family had torn their faces off and attacked, hurriedly tightening their defenses and gathering all the strong members of the Feng family.

  Boom!

  As the powerful aura descended, Qin Yun Tian and the others finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. In front of them, a withered figure stood with his back to them, exuding an endless oppressive force, as if they were facing a towering mountain range.

  "Ancestor..." Qin Yun Tian opened his mouth, his eyes revealing no attempt to conceal the worry in his heart.

  With a wave of his hand, the old patriarch of the Qin family pointed to the top of the cliff. Everyone looked up at the same time, and although the Victory Cliff was over 100 meters high, with several people standing at the foot of the mountain, everyone's strength was not weak, so they easily saw everything above. On the top of the cliff, two figures, one black and one white, stood facing each other, apparently in a confrontational state.

  Seeing this, Qin Yun Tian was greatly alarmed, his face turned extremely ugly. Under the astonished gaze of the three masters and several elders around him, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, "Please, Ancestor, save Qin Xuan!"

  "Ah."

  Heaving a sigh, the old patriarch of the Qin family turned around and supported Qin Yun Tian with his hands, his expression somewhat helpless. "The seal on Victory Cliff is incredibly powerful, I am completely unable to do anything about it."

  Upon hearing this, Qin Yun Tian's body involuntarily trembled and his footsteps retreated several steps back. His face instantly turned as white as paper, devoid of any blood color. Fortunately, the few elders behind him supported him, otherwise he might have already fallen to the ground.

  On the contrary, Qin Long's expression looked much better, with a hint of sinister intent flashing in his eyes, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

  He let out a sigh again, and Qin's old ancestor looked up at the top of the cliff. Although Qin Long's expression changed to cover it up, how could he escape his eyes? Now that things have come to this, everything can only follow its natural course. Besides, this world has always been one where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the superior win out over the inferior.

  No, Old Man Qin didn't think highly of Qinxuan either. Although this little guy was slightly better than the news he had just received, compared to Qin Jiangwei who had achieved the ninth level of Body Refining, he still fell short by a lot.

  Not just Qin's old ancestor, but all the onlookers in the entire arena didn't have a single good word for Qin Xuan. They came here only to see how Qin Jiangwei would brutally murder him, and how the young man would struggle desperately to resist.

  Victory over death on the precipice.

  A figure in white robes, Qin Jiangwei stood there, a long sword appearing in his hand at some unknown time. Under the scorching sun, it emitted a faint chill, as he gazed at the young man opposite him. His mouth curled up, "If you surrender now, I'll let you die more peacefully. What do you say?"

  Obviously, Qin Jiangwei didn't put the youth in his eyes at all, and his tone was full of arrogance, but he indeed had the capital to be arrogant, after all, his strength was there.

  "What a racket!"

  As soon as the words fell, Qin Xuan moved, like an arrow off the string, quickly approaching Qin Jiangwei. The "scrap iron" he was carrying on his shoulder heavily smashed onto the ground, scraping out a faint spark. White cloth strips tore and fluttered, and everyone finally saw the true face of the "scrap iron".

  This is a big sword, but saying it's a big sword seems to be praising it already. Its entire body is pitch black, like coal, and there isn't even an edge, only the vague outline of its shape resembling a sword can be seen.

  "Haha……" Below, it was unknown who laughed first, and then burst into loud laughter. Even Qin's old ancestor, who had been staring at the two of them, shook his head with a bitter smile. Had this little guy given up, knowing he wasn't a match for them?

  "Is this your reliance?"

  Qin Jiangwei sneered, gazing at the massive black sword that was almost as tall as him. His own longsword, a stark contrast to the giant blade, darted forward to find an opening and struck straight for the young man's heart.

  At this moment, Qin Jiangwei's eyes seemed to flash with a hint of regret, regret that the battle had ended like this, and regret that he had let this kid die so easily.

  The onlookers below couldn't help but shake their heads, the difference in strength between the two was just too great.

  Ding.

  However, the expected blood splatter did not appear, and Qin Xuan somehow had already moved that large sword to his chest, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow. Although he was still knocked flying by this force, he immediately ignored everyone's shock, tapped his toes, and once again desperately pounced forward.

  "Huh? Interesting." Qin Jiangwei's eyes lit up, as if he had found something fun, and he approached with his long sword in hand.

  For a time, the sound of clanging and crashing echoed incessantly, cold light flashing everywhere. The crowd below only saw two figures constantly approaching and separating, rocks and soil flying about, dust swirling wildly.

  "What a wonderful swordsmanship." Qin's old ancestor praised, he saw it more clearly than anyone else in the scene. Although Qin Xuan used a large sword, it seemed that he was not constrained by the largeness of the sword at all. The opening and closing were extremely flexible, with both offense and defense, simply unprecedented.

  Boom!

  At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly came from above, and the people below couldn't help but tremble, fixing their eyes on that black figure.

  Sixfold Transcendence of the Physical Body!

  "This..."

  Including Qin Yun Tian, almost everyone was stunned. Refining the body to the sixth level, when did this kid reach the sixth level of refining the body? Especially Qin Long, his face changed even more unpredictably. Didn't this kid's meridians get crippled by 70%? What on earth is going on here?

  One day's time, from Body Refining Third Stage to Body Refining Sixth Stage! Genius? Freakish talent?!

  Old Master Qin was also furious at this time, his eyes bulging with anger. If the people in front of him weren't his descendants, he would have slapped these so-called Four Great House Masters to death long ago. If Qin Xuan died, the loss to the Qin family would be irreparable for a hundred years! He could only secretly pray.

  Yes, until now, the old ancestor of the Qin family still didn't believe that Qin Xuan could make it to the end, although this little guy had already reached the sixth level of body refinement, but his strength was still three levels lower...

  Qin Long's expression also eased up, Ah yes, even if this kid breaks through again, he will still be unable to escape death.

  Qin Yuntian's face, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again, his eyes fixed intently on the black-clad young figure...

  "Sixth stage?" Qin Jiangwei was also stunned for a moment, but immediately burst out laughing. The power of his ninth-stage physique exploded instantly, forming a terrifying aura that swept towards the four directions in a whirlwind. His long robe fluttered loudly, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at the young man. "Today you've given me quite a few surprises, well done! Now let's see just how big the gap between us is!"

  As soon as the words fell, Qin Jiangwei's toes tapped, his body flashed like lightning, and one sword stabbed out, carrying a sharp air that struck towards the young man. The momentum was like a rainbow, and even the air in front of him produced a fine white mark.

  The corners of his mouth curled up with a sly smile, and for this sword, he had enough confidence that even a martial artist who was also at the ninth level of Body Refining couldn't dodge it, could only take it head-on, and taking it head-on would either kill or severely injure! Not to mention Qin Xuan, who was only at the sixth level of Body Refining!

  A terrifying blow! A blow that must be won!

  "Be careful, Master!" Galen's voice rose in a timely manner, filled with solemnity.

  He nodded, Qin Xuan's face turned extremely solemn. Previously, in order to blend Galen's swordsmanship, he had no choice but to fight and retreat at the same time. After all, with Galen's rich combat experience as a foundation, and the innate talent 'Tenacity' to recover the lost mysterious energy within his body, it would be a waste not to make good use of it?

  But now seeing Qin Jiangwei's move, he didn't dare to be arrogant, the injuries on his body couldn't afford for him to continue like this!

  "For Demacia! Courage! To the death!"

  With a cold cry, Qin Xuan held a nearly pitch-black giant sword that was almost as tall as him, and a faint golden glow appeared around his body. He then jumped high into the air, and the remaining mysterious energy in his body frantically poured into the giant sword...