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  Lie Teng took the token and left, examining the red token. He found that on the front of the token was a ferocious beast's skull, which resembled a tiger's head. Below the tiger's head were the two characters "聚灵" ( Gather Spirit ). On the back of the token was the character "零" ( Zero ). Lie Teng walked up to the second door with the token in hand, feeling puzzled. Upon entering the door, he found six small doors inside. Two middle-aged men were squatting there, guarding the place. Lie Teng handed the token over to one of the middle-aged men sitting at the entrance for inspection.

  "Each time you kill someone, just stick the token on their abdomen and the number on the back of the token will increase! The person who kills them only needs to hand in the token, everything else can be taken away." The middle-aged man said calmly, then he opened the fourth small door, Lie Teng was surprised for a moment before taking the token and entering it. At this time, he had some guesses in his heart, putting the token on his abdomen? Was it to absorb the soul inside?

  After entering the small gate, Lie Tong's vision suddenly opened up. This was a circular arena that could hold about a thousand people. Below were ten fighting platforms, and on the circular stone steps sat hundreds of cultivators. At a glance, Lie Tong found that these cultivators were all at the fourth layer of gathering spirit. This made him somewhat expectant. What he needed to reach the fourth layer of gathering spirit now was actual combat experience. The competition among cultivators was very different from martial arts, requiring control over the agility of the spiritual sword.

  Lieteng found a spot and sat down, watching the cultivators fighting on the ten arenas below.

  "This is the ninth one, and yet Yan Yunlong has not been knocked off the stage. His cultivation must have reached the peak of the fourth layer of gathering spirits." Lieteng had just sat down when he heard a middle-aged man whispering beside him.

  "Ordinary people would have been defeated by several of them and would have returned to meditate for a while, I suppose it won't be long before this Yan Yun Long can no longer hold on. However, this person actually doesn't seem to plan to leave the arena, could it be that the spiritual energy in his body is still able to support him?" Another man responded with a loud voice.

  Lieteng followed their line of sight and looked down, discovering that below them on the arena stage was a man wearing a golden robe with an outstanding appearance and a cold face. He was sticking a token onto the body of a cultivator he had just killed, then quickly took the storage bag from the dead cultivator's body and put it in his hand. Afterwards, two grey-robed cultivators who were not yet open to spiritual energy dragged the dead cultivator down from the arena stage.

  This mutual slaughter gave Lie Tong a strong sense of shock. Although he had killed Qing Li, Qing An and Chen Hong, they were all forced to do so under duress. At this time, these cultivators, who had no grudges or grievances against each other, were killing each other without hesitation in order to obtain the non-existent qualification to enter the Duling Sect, and the spoils of war from their opponents. This made Lie Tong even more aware of the cruelty of the cultivation world, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and only the strongest survive, which is the best manifestation of the cultivation world.

  "It seems that to survive, one must also integrate into the cultivation world. Since we've all arrived at this Spirit Hunting Ground, there's no right or wrong, only survival." Lie Teng clenched his fists tightly, thinking to himself before calming down and looking downwards once again.

  After collecting the spoils of war, the man in golden robes shouted loudly: "Is there another Taoist friend who dares to fight me, Yan Yun Long?"

  "Yan Yunlong, I originally wanted to let you recover your spiritual power before we had a fight. Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me." A tall, dark-clothed man coldly shouted, his spiritual sword already floating in front of him, and with a jump, he flew towards the stage on top of the sword. As soon as he arrived above the stage, the spiritual sword under his feet shot out like an arrow towards Yan Yunlong. After landing, the tall man's right hand turned, and a black bead appeared in his hand, which he fiercely swung towards Yan Yunlong. In the blink of an eye, Yan Yunlong held his spiritual sword to block the incoming attack, while at the same time, ten flashing swords suddenly appeared outside his body, shooting towards the tall man.

  "Illusory Sword?" Lieteng's heart skipped a beat as he sat on the stone steps. With one glance, he saw that Yan Yunlong was using an illusory sword. What surprised Lieteng was that Yan Yunlong could actually release ten illusory swords? This not only made Lieteng's face flush with embarrassment, but also made him realize that even though he had learned to create illusions halfway through his journey, he still hadn't seen the true power of an illusory sword.

  The burly man seemed to have known about Yan Yunlong's illusory sword long ago, his expression didn't change in the slightest. In his hand, a red gourd appeared out of nowhere. He slapped the gourd with his right hand, and flames burst out from its mouth, burning away Yan Yunlong's ten illusory swords. The collision between Yan Yunlong's spiritual sword and the black pearl caused a significant shockwave. Without any hesitation, Yan Yunlong rushed towards the burly man at high speed.

  At the moment when everyone was astonished, the ten illusory swords reappeared, but this time they formed a defensive shield. Lie Teng's eyes lit up as he sat on the stone steps, his sword aura protecting his body. He was shocked in his heart, as the previous illusory swords had been burned clean by Lie Yan's single glance. At this moment, how effective could the sword aura be? Suddenly, Lie Teng vaguely sensed the mocking and confident gaze of Yan Yun Long. The burly man saw Yan Yun Long charging over and let out a fierce laugh, once again stimulating the gourd to spew out a one-meter-long flame, like a raging fire dragon. At this moment, Yan Yun Long was already close at hand, fundamentally unable to withstand the flames, or rather, he had never thought of withstanding them. He passed through the flames, and his sword aura was also burned by the flames, but five illusory swords suddenly appeared, and in the burly man's frightened gaze, they stabbed towards his abdomen. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the burly man had never expected that Yan Yun Long would be willing to suffer injury to kill him.

  But the burly man reacted too slowly, and she exploded with a five-way phantom sword in his abdomen, directly blasting a large hole in the burly man's abdomen. The burly man fell to the ground with a terrified face, and the phantom sword directly blasted open his Dantian, ending up with a scattered soul. Yan Yunlong was somewhat disheveled at this time, his golden robe already slightly charred, and his black hair had long since fallen out, with a faint blue smoke drifting out, having been burned by the fierce flames. He calmly stuck the token to the burly man's abdomen, picked up the gourd that had fallen to the ground as well as the storage ring the burly man was wearing, and then summoned a spiritual sword again to leave the arena.

  After a fierce battle with the burly man, Yan Yunlong was already at his last gasp of strength. The Illusory Sword had consumed a lot of spiritual energy after all. However, this battle made Lie Teng look at Yan Yunlong in a new light and couldn't help but admire Yan Yunlong's confidence and wisdom. This battle seemed like Yan Yunlong had been injured first before killing the burly man, but in reality, Yan Yunlong had already anticipated the burly man's attack, understood his confidence, and knew how long his Illusory Sword could withstand. That was why he made this move. It looked like he was being burned to a crisp, but in fact, it only lasted for an instant and didn't cause much harm to Yan Yunlong. However, the burly man paid with his life. Looking at Yan Yunlong who had fallen not far from him, Lie Teng's gaze unintentionally swept over him and found that he had already closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. It had to be said that Lie Teng had begun to have some apprehensions about Yan Yunlong.

  Lie Teng did not intend to take action immediately, but instead observed the battles on the other platforms. After a while, two people caught his attention. One of them was a woman wearing palace attire on one of the platforms. The woman's appearance was above average, and although she didn't reach the level of being a national beauty, her slightly immature face made her look pitiful and lovely, making people feel sorry for her at first sight. She held a three-foot-long slender sword in her hand, and her big eyes sparkled like stars as she looked pitifully at the handsome young man opposite her, walking towards him step by step.

  However, this young man did not have the slightest affection for this woman. His face was solemn, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of vigilance. When he saw the woman approaching, his gaze was firm, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. The spiritual sword in his hand suddenly broke through the air, and although it wasn't enough to stun the nation, it was more than enough to stun the young man. A single glance from him could render one's vision blurry, and on the battlefield, a single moment was enough to be fatal. At this moment of distraction, the woman in palace attire flashed her spiritual sword towards the young man's abdomen like lightning.

  When the young man felt threatened and woke up, it was too late. He was directly pierced and fell to the ground, dead.

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