Chapter 1180 - Rewards
The moment Liu Wuxie unleashed his blade, his two remaining opponents and even the surrounding cultivators froze in shock. The blade ray swept across the battlefield, stirring storms of dust and air. The compressed atmosphere rumbled like thunder, echoing with the force of his strike.
It wasn't the technique itself that shook them but the aura pouring from Liu Wuxie. In that instant, he seemed like an invincible deity descending into the mortal world.
At the center of the battlefield, Mu Heng and Shen Yue's expressions darkened. Everyone knew the four slain attackers had ties to them, even if the men had acted on their own. Liu Wuxie's brilliance had stolen the glory that was supposed to be theirs, and now, their plan to remove him had backfired spectacularly.
"Die!" Liu Wuxie's cold voice rang out. The temperature plummeted across the arena, and frost spread in a thin veil over the sky. His strike bent the very laws of heaven and earth, a force even Transcendent Realm cultivators could never hope to match.
His blade intent exploded, flooding the arena in a tide of murderous will. At that moment, he resembled an ancient god of war. The first man's body burst into a bloody mist, while the last froze in terror, too afraid to move. A cold gleam flashed, and his head fell with a single stroke.
With that, Liu Wuxie had killed all four attackers.
Liu Wuxie calmly bent to collect their interspatial rings as though he had done something trivial. Gasps of disbelief spread across the arena. In only five breaths of time, he slew four seventh-level Transcendent Realm cultivators. Those who stood closest scrambled backward, desperate to avoid provoking him further.
"He's too ruthless!" someone exclaimed. Liu Wuxie's strength intimidated the other participants, and they didn't dare step forward to target him.
"Let's leave. There's something about him we can't handle," another said. The crowd cleared a wide perimeter around him, and no one dared draw too close.
Though other seventh-level Transcendents fell, ninth-level experts felled most of them. Yet Liu Wuxie, a mere seventh-level Heaven Profound cultivator, had slain them outright.
After pocketing the rings, Liu Wuxie lifted his gaze to meet Mu Heng and Shen Yue's eyes.
"I don't want trouble, but I'm not afraid of it. If this happens again, I won't show mercy," he said, his voice booming across the battlefield. He had never really acknowledged them as threats from the very beginning.