Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1233 - 563: Immortal Palace Life and Death Arena (Part 2)

The disciples behind them were full of regret.

These eight people seemed like generals returning victoriously.

Sword Dance said calmly, "Then you eight, go on, take care of your junior brother."

Wang Jixuan: ...

Fine, he did just join, so he is indeed the junior brother.

Master Wang clasped his hands and smiled, "Greetings to my senior brothers and sisters."

Most of the eight Sword Cultivators returned the courtesy in a proper manner, but there was a senior sister dressed in a Rainbow Robe, with bright makeup, who chuckled at Wang Jixuan.

She laughed, "Junior brother is quite handsome, do you have a Daoist couple?"

Wang Jixuan quickly replied, "I do."

"You could have more Daoist couples," the senior sister assessed Wang Jixuan from head to toe, her phoenix eyes growing brighter.

Thud!

A delicate hand floated over, tapping this senior sister on the forehead, causing her to wince and inhale sharply.

It was Sword Dance who acted in time.

"Master," the senior sister muttered aggrievedly, "Junior brother looks so charming."

"You, go to the first ring!"

Sword Dance scolded her:

"Always being so improper, only thinking about your Spring Breeze Sword! If you embarrass the Sword God Palace today, you're going to Siguotan to reflect for five hundred years!"

"Rest assured, Master, I won't lose on this Life and Death Arena."

The senior sister chuckled, then her aura suddenly shifted. Her cloud-colored Rainbow Robe fluttered slightly, with three thousand strands of black hair falling behind her. With her eyes closed and then reopened, her phoenix eyes contained starlight, her beautiful face taking on a cold demeanor.

She lightly grasped her right hand, gathering the cloud Qi in the air to form an Ice Sword.

No need for any Magic Treasure, just her and an Ice Sword slowly advancing.

Sword Dance said, "Master Huang, are you of the Feather Race afraid?"

"I'll do it!"

A brawny man shouted, dropping from the sky with a spear. The Dao Realm, nearly reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, burst forth with a mighty aura, and the wild musculature exuded a powerful strength.

"Feather God Palace, Yu Qifeng!"

"Sword God Palace, Bai Ning."

Wang Jixuan furrowed his brow slightly, feeling compelled to sweat for Senior Sister Bai Ning.

However, the ensuing battle left Wang Jixuan amazed and wide-eyed.

There was no noise around;

No one from either side heckled.

The brawny man's gaze fixated on this senior sister; his spear constantly trembled, pressing layers of wave traces from the Universe.

The brawny man suddenly charged!

He struck with full force, the spear sparking countless lights, like Feather God Palace's current fury!

Yet Bai Ning seemed in a daze, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she lifted her Ice Sword upward.

The next moment, Bai Ning's figure exploded into mist; the mist formed into faint shadows, seemingly enacting a complete set of swordsmanship.

The brawny man closed the distance, his spear drew thousands of thunder and fire, filling the heavens and earth with red lightning, and the lightning's end crazily fell, shattering each shadow of mist almost simultaneously!

Yet amidst this red lightning, a graceful silhouette floated forward, long hair and skirt flying about, her alabaster skin untouched by dust as she effortlessly raised the Ice Sword, thrusting forward lightly.

The Ice Sword shattered;

The graceful silhouette appeared ghostly behind the brawny man.

Most Heavenly Immortal Level experts present couldn't even see what had happened.

But the shattering Ice Sword transformed into countless dust specks, each speck a point of starlight containing a Sword Intent, colliding into the brawny man's body, bursting through his back, turning his forward momentum into a suspended animation in the air.

Bai Ning's flowing hair settled down;

The brawny man's body wobbled, suddenly erupting with countless fine blood beads, and his hulking form slowly fell backwards.

The visitors from Feather God Palace were in an uproar, with Huang Langyu and the elder's expressions exceedingly grim.

Bai Ning exhaled lightly, then sneered at the Feather God Palace experts ahead, turning to ride the clouds back, her indifferent words carrying across:

"The Heavenly Emperor Dominating Body Technique of Feather God Palace is only so-so, not as mythical as the ancient books claim. What a pity we can't kill directly, since Master insists on restraint."

The disciples of Sword God Palace remained notably calm.

They had not the slightest doubt about Bai Ning's strength.

Passing by Wang Jixuan, Bai Ning teasingly winked her right eye, her smile tinged with mischief.

"Junior brother, how was it? Was senior sister's swordsmanship exquisite? Come to my room tonight to discuss our swordsmanship."

Master Wang hurriedly waved his hands.

He dared not engage rashly in such conversations.

Sword Dance didn't blame Bai Ning, just calmly said: "Who will take the second round? You decide for yourselves, Nephew Wang is scheduled for the ninth match."

"I'll go."

A tall, young Sword Cultivator, bearing some resemblance in demeanor to the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, stepped forward. Clad in a gray robe, with a longsword sheathed at his side, he strolled casually to the front of the arena.

The 'young talents' on the Feather God Palace side suddenly lost their enthusiasm.

Wang Jixuan judged that this young Sword Cultivator was likely already well-known.

Indeed, Feather God Palace employed the strategy akin to "Tian Ji's Horse Racing," sending a less capable Heavenly Immortal Realm expert, who merely posed and then retreated in embarrassment.

The young Sword Cultivator was visibly displeased.

He looked towards the experts of Feather God Palace and proclaimed loudly, "Where is Yu Ling? Where is Yu Ji? Where is Yu Shenglin? Your Feather God Palace has six or seven young elites, why are they avoiding today?"

There was no response from the Feather God Palace side.

The young Sword Cultivator snorted, turned, and rode the clouds back, his face full of displeasure.

In the following six duels, Sword God Palace won five, with one match resulting in a draw against a Heavenly Immortal expert from Feather God Palace.

Everyone could see that Feather God Palace wasn't trying their hardest;

And the 'young' Sword Cultivators of Sword God Palace were far from satisfied.

The ninth Life and Death Arena match arrived as scheduled, Wang Jixuan was about to ride the clouds forward with his hands behind his back, but was stopped by Sword Dance raising her hand.

"Hold on a moment, Nephew."

"Please instruct, Master."

Sword Dance's beautiful eyes slightly flickered, and she smiled:

"We have already won seven matches, this one we might as well concede, anyway, Sword God Palace has already won."

Upon hearing this, Huang Langyu immediately shouted: "How could we concede in the Life and Death Arena!"

The group of Feather Race experts shouted in unison: "How could we concede in the Life and Death Arena!"

Wang Jixuan shrugged: "Rest assured, Master, my life is quite tough. Although I've only apprenticed for a day, I have a strong sense of honor for our school. Even if I risk my life, I won't let Sword God Palace be disgraced."

"They will certainly send their top young expert from Feather God Palace, and if armed with a few Heavy Treasures, even an Ordinary Golden Immortal might choose to retreat."

"That would be terrific."

Wang Jixuan smiled:

"If I can withstand ten moves from them, then I can make a name for myself in the universe."

"Very well."

Sword Dance had an increased look of admiration in her eyes, nodding gently, she transmitted: "Go, use any strategy, don't worry about your own comfort."

Wang Jixuan bowed, turned to look ahead.

Dark clouds oppressed the arena, a giant beast hovered in the sky.

He was like a candle before a tsunami, yet the light this candle emitted brought more color to the world.

A beam of rosy light descended from the dark clouds, and a man with a massive build, eight feet tall with gray wings on his back, slowly emerged from the light.

This bird man carried a long bow on his back, held a longsword in his hand, and the robe on his body faintly sparkled with divine light; his precipitous hook nose and deep eyes revealed unabashed killing intent.

"Feather God Palace, Yu Ling."

"Sword God Palace, Wang Zheng."

Yu Ling slightly squinted, his body about to charge forward.

"Wait!"

Wang Jixuan raised his hand for a pause, Yu Ling frowned at him, holding back his impulse and restraining the heavy treasure in his sleeve.

Yu Ling asked: "What do you want?"

"I must clarify something!"

Wang Jixuan proclaimed loudly:

"Today, I just paid respects to my master. Previously, when challenging my master, he abolished all my Sword Dao Cultivation, forcing me to start anew."

"Thus, today I will not use a sword!"

"It's not that I refuse to use the skills of Sword God Palace to fight, it's truly too rushed, I haven't had time to learn!"

The group of Sword Cultivators at Sword God Palace couldn't help but smile.

Sword Dance was amused by Wang Jixuan, inwardly thinking, this fellow is indeed very interesting.

Yet, Sword Dance and the Sword Cultivators at Sword God Palace, while laughing, had their smiles frozen.

Without exception, Wang Jixuan, taking advantage of his speaking time, pulled out a Stone Plate from his sleeve, emanating light, and from inside sprang numerous 'Mechanical Puppets,' scattering mushroom bombs in front of him.

Wang Jixuan swiftly retreated, instantly using Cloud Escape Technique, hiding within the clouds.

His voice spread everywhere:

"My Daoist name is Jixuan, meaning mastery of Mechanical Skill! Today, I will use Mechanical Skill to learn from Feather God Palace's top young genius!"

"If accidentally injured or killed by explosions, please Feather God Palace be forgiving."