Supreme Demon God

Hearing what Mo Xiu said, everyone was stunned.

Was it because he did not feel it not enough to blow Ji Ping with one punch, so he wanted to pick a group fight instead?

Prior to this, those who owed Wang Ying's favor would definitely stand up and teach Mo Xiu a good lesson, but after experiencing the scenes just now, knowing that Mo Xiu's strength could even kill Ji Ping with a single move, where would everyone dare to say anything to teach Mo Xiu?

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, but no one stood up.

"What? Don't you have the guts?"

Mo Xiu looked around, his eyes stopped one by one on those who owed Wang Ying's favor.

Although there was no specific list, those people were unprepared before, and they all said that they wanted to pay Wang Ying's favor. Everyone's face, Mo Xiu remembered clearly, how could those people hide from him?

Of course, those who owed Wang Ying's favor were not willing to stand up, but Mo Xiu's gaze was already focused, and if they didn't know that they had been remembered by Mo Xiu, then they would be too dull.

They could not hide. In that case, they could only stand up and confront Mo Xiu. Anyway, Mo Xiu also said to let them take action together, this was not because they wanted to bully the one person either.

Everyone looked at each other and quickly stepped onto the ring.

There were a total of nine people, the weakest was the Early-stage Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, and there was a Late-stage, and the others were all the Middle-stage.

As the nine people stood and lined up together, they were quite imposing.

The Late-stage Profound Spirit Realm disciple said, "Wu Jue, it's you let us take action together, don't blame us for being shameless."

With that, he looked at Mo Chong under the ring and asked, "Elder Mo, is this all right?"

Mo Chong frowned slightly. It was the first time he encountered such a situation after presiding over a lot of competitions.

Clearly, Mo Xiu's cultivation base was only in the Middle-stage of the Spirit Vessel Realm, but with a single sentence, nine Profound Spirit Realm cultivators attacked together. This was really a strange thing.

This kind of bullying with more people and a higher cultivation base was definitely not allowed, but he was also a little confused about who was strong and who was weak. Mo Xiu's situation was beyond his expectation.

After thinking for a while, he asked back, "Are you really opposed to him entering the inner sect?"

As long as these nine people did not object, this battle would not start.

However, the nine people had been forced out by Mo Xiu. If this was the case, where was the face saved?

Besides, Mo Xiu was only a Middle-stage Spirit Vessel Realm cultivator, but there were nine people on their side, each of them was in the Profound Spirit Realm, so they should not lose to Mo Xiu.

As a result, everyone nodded and said almost in unison, "No!"

Mo Chong sighed when he saw this, "If this is the case, then there is no problem."

Upon seeing this, the nine people on the ring took out their swords one after another, watching Mo Xiu warily.

Mo Xiu only looked at Mo Chong, waiting for Mo Chong to announce the start of the competition.

Mo Chong was silent for a while, then raised his hand and said, "The challenge begins."

The nine disciples did not dare to underestimate Mo Xiu and did not disperse their attacks. Instead, they raised the sword in their hands high and stood in different positions to form a sword formation.

The sword light of different colors burst out, the sword aura was like a rainbow, the sword intent was like a surging river, surging, and in the blink of an eye locked the figure of Mo Xiu.

"Seraphic Sword Formation!"

"The Seraphic Sword Formation formed by these nine people is enough to contend with the Great Perfection-stage expert."

"It looks like there will be a good fight this time."

"Wu Jue can easily break Ji Ping's Virtual Void Sword Art, but he should not be able to break the Seraphic Sword Formation."

"It is also the basic sword formation of the Seraphic Sword Sect. It has not been two days since Wu Jue joined the Seraphic Sword Sect. If he can break this sword formation, it would be terrifying."

...

Everyone started chatting.

Mo Xiu didn't pay much attention to it.

He still didn't use the sword, he didn't even glance at the nine Profound Spirit Realm disciples, his body just simply flickered and rushed out like a sharp blade pierced into the sword formation.

"Whoosh..."

The sword formation instantly disintegrated.

The nine disciples were immediately taken aback.

Before they could react, Mo Xiu slammed out with punches.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two disciples who were in the Middle-stage of the Profound Spirit Realm around Mo Xiu were immediately blown into flight.

At this time, the other people reacted and slashed towards Mo Xiu with their swords.

Mo Xiu cultivated the Myriad Wood Spirit Art, naturally, he was not afraid of these people's chopping, but this was in the public, with so many pairs of eyes stared, once the Myriad Wood Spirit Art was used, his identity would be easily exposed. 

He could not reveal his identity for the time being, so he did not let the swords of the remaining seven slash on him. True Energy flowed around him, and the body protection energy lingered around him, so he easily blocked the swords of the seven.

"How... how could it happen!"

The seven people obviously didn't expect their swords to be blocked by Mo Xiu's defenses.

Before they could use any other methods, Mo Xiu punched them again.

"Boom, boom..."

Several people were blown away in a row.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was only left with the Late-stage Profound Spirit Realm disciple.

The latter's face changed wildly, while looking at Mo Xiu, his hand holding the sword was trembling.

Mo Xiu glanced at the man and secretly turned on the Profound Yellow Battle Body, a steady stream of powerful forces surged out, making his combat power abruptly soar four times.

As he felt the aura on Mo Xiu's body climbed again and again, that fellow stepped back two or three steps, almost urinating on the spot.

Before Mo Xiu could do anything, he quickly said, "I... I have no objection, from now on, you will be the inner disciple of our Seraphic Sword Sect."

"Too late!"

Mo Xiu stepped forward and smashed him with a punch.

"Boom!"

The pitiful Late-stage disciple was bombarded by Mo Xiu ruthlessly.

"..."

There was another silence below the ring.

Just now, they thought that this battle would be very exciting, and it would take a long time to tell the result, but they didn't expect that after a few breaths, the battle would be over again.

The nine Profound Spirit Realm disciples formed the Seraphic Sword Formation but it was easily cracked by Mo Xiu, and even the nine men had no chance to resist and were directly swept by Mo Xiu.

Were the nine people Profound Spirit Realm cultivators or Mo Xiu the Profound Spirit Realm cultivator?

"Check those guys!"

Mo Chong, who hosted the competition, was the first to react and quickly said to the people around him.

Everyone found the nine Profound Spirit Realm disciples who had been blasted off the ring one by one and checked them a bit. Although those people were still alive, they were all dying.

After taking out some pills and letting those people swallow them, those people were carried away one after another.

After that, Mo Xiu declared loudly, "Who else opposes me entering the inner sect?"

The people watching the battle under the ring looked at each other.

After waiting for a while, a very tall and strong man jumped into the ring and said to Mo Xiu, "Boy, I admit that you are not weak, but you are too cruel. Ji Ping did not count, but you actually ruthlessly injured those nine juniors. In any case, I would not agree to let people like you enter the inner sect."

"Brother Hu! Senior Brother Hu made a move!"

The inner disciples under the ring were all excited.

This guy was not just a random cat or dog, but Hu Bugui, a Great Perfection-stage Profound Spirit Realm disciple.

With the combat power shown by Mo Xiu just now, everyone was afraid that only a Great Perfection-stage Profound Spirit Realm cultivator could do a proper battle against Mo Xiu, but Hu Bugui was not a newly promoted Great Perfection-stage cultivator, but had been staying in this stage for several years. He was only a small step away from the Essence Converging Realm powerhouse.

It could be said that in the Profound Spirit Realm, almost no one could be Hu Bugui's opponent, and only the Essence Converging Realm adept could crush Hu Bugui.

Since Hu Bugui made a move, Mo Xiu would undoubtedly lose!

Mo Xiu knew Hu Bugui this person, and he also knew that Hu Bugui was much better than an ordinary Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, but he still didn't take this guy seriously.

Hearing Hu Bugui's words, he shook his head, "I'm cruel? It's pretty good that I didn't kill them."

With Mo Xiu's strength, it was easy to kill the nine people before, but the nine people just owed Wang Ying's favor, and wanted to teach him a lesson to repay the dead Wang Ying's favor, so as to make oneself feel at ease.

Because of this, Mo Xiu didn't kill the nine people, but gave them a deep lesson, and beat them half to death, so that those people would hide away when they saw him in the future.

Mo Xiu didn't feel that he had done anything wrong with what kind of lesson he held.

Hu Bugui frowned, "You still don't know how to repent. In that case, I must teach you a deep lesson and let you repent!"

As he roared, a big bronze sword appeared in his hand. And before Mo Chong announced the start of the competition, he rushed towards Mo Xiu.

"Teach me a deep lesson? Just rely on the puny you?" Mo Xiu said back with contempt.

He took out the sword he had previously obtained from the Sword Valley and greeted Hu Bugui with the Everlasting Instant Shadow Step.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, even before the people below could blink their eyes, the two swords had already collided.

"Clang!"

Without using any sword skills, it was purely a collision of power. The fierce wind swept away, causing many people watching the battle below to retreat two or three steps.

"Boom!"

After that, the sword in Hu Bugui's hand flew out uncontrollably.

Before Hu Bugui could make a surprised expression, Mo Xiu raised his palm.

A gloomy light burst out without delay, everyone then heard a muffled grunt after that, but before a second could pass, a figure flew under the ring, spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled twice, and was unable to stand up.

"Impossible, Senior Brother Hu also lost?"

"Is Wu Jue's cultivation really only in the Middle-stage of the Spirit Vessel Realm?"

"He's too strong. With such strength, few inner disciples can be his opponents, right?"

"Among the inner disciples, only those five are stronger than Brother Hu, four of the five key people are in seclusion, and the remaining one has never liked to intervene in such things..."

While everyone was talking about it, they heard the sound of "Om", a sword fell from the sky and stuck on the ring.

A white-clothed man stepped on the hilt of the sword with one leg, looked at Mo Xiu condescendingly, and said with a smile, "Interesting, worth making an exception."