The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2329: Xiao Mu Prepared for Battle

Under the united front of the nine cultivators, the Great Path boomed and howled continuously. Above the nine god-like figures, the golden divine glory turned into divine walls that moved to suppress the nine trapped in the middle.

Ning Hua and the others felt a suffocating coercion when they saw those oppressive divine walls closing in on them. The divine wheels of the Great Path bloomed upon them, releasing the strongest divine might to blast toward those divine walls. However, the walls shut everything down. Even the most powerful spatial shredding power could not shatter nor break it.

Boom! The divine walls turned into a prison, continuously oppressing the nine people within its bound. At this moment, the onlookers couldn’t help but wonder if this was the kind of power that the cultivators of the Lost Clan had been using to protect the Shenyi Continent.

This power was capable of sealing the void shut. It was as if multiple cultivators had worked together to release the power to the extreme, and it was possible to shroud the entire boundless space of the continent.

Clang, clang, clang! Ning Hua and the other cultivators attacked frantically but couldn’t move those divine walls a single inch. They could only watch the walls continuously closing in on them and finally stopped not far away from where they stood. However, the walls trapped all nine of them inside so that none could escape. None of their offensive moves could break this prison made of divine walls.

“Are you planning to continue?” someone asked. The nine cultivators from the Lost Clan stood outside the walls in different positions. The golden divine light surrounded them, and the sound of it rocked the void. Ning Hua and the others stopped their attacks. They couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of helplessness. They were, without exception, extraordinary enchanting geniuses in their own rights, and the attack that they employed were vast. Nonetheless, they couldn’t even break free of the divine walls that kept them imprisoned. How could they continue to fight?

“Respect,” one of the men said, as they now had a new understanding of the strength demonstrated by the Lost Clan. The powerful battle matrix formed by the nine cultivators was not something they could counter and overcome. Even if they were stronger, it would still be impossible.

They had never expected that there would be a group of such terrifying and powerful beings existing upon this continent, which came out of nowhere.

They were not the only ones who had this epiphany. The cultivators watching on the sidelines had the same realization as well, and there was a slight disturbance in their hearts.

The cultivators of the Lost Clan were so powerful that they far surpassed their expectations. This level was already at the very top of cultivation as they knew it.

More importantly, how many more cultivators like this were inside the Lost Clan?

Those nine cultivators seemed to have walked out purely randomly, so what about the others?

The divine light sparkled as the nine cultivators took down the divine walls. Suddenly Ning Hua and his cohort felt great relief, as that sense of oppression disappeared. They looked at the nine cultivators who, like deities, hovered above the sky, and they had no words to describe their feelings at the moment.

Not only were they defeated, but they had been defeated so completely and miserably.

It didn’t take long for the battle to end, and it was clear that they didn’t have any ability to fight back. They had not been able to pose even the slightest threat to those nine opposing cultivators.

This unexpected turn of events made them doubt their own abilities. They were the top figures from all continents, so why did they lose so miserably in front of these cultivators from the Lost Clan? Were there too many of them, or were the cultivators from the Lost Clan too powerful for them?

Somewhat depressed, they turned to leave, returning to their own camps. The nine cultivators from the Lost Clan were still there, but the old man behind the nine now reminded them, “Everyone, don’t forget what you promised in the case that you lost.”

These nine cultivators narrowed their eyes slightly. The losers were required to send the methods they used to the Lost Clan’s secret zone paradise.

Was he serious in asking them to surrender the wager now?

“Anyone else want to give it a try?” the old man from the Lost Clan asked. The nine cultivators of the Eighth Realm were still there, surrounded by divine light, releasing a horrific aura, waiting for the next opponents.

If someone continued to challenge them, they would continue to oblige.

Among the crowd, everyone looked at the location where those nine cultivators were. These outside cultivators seemed to be assessing whether or not they had the ability to break down those divine walls. The previous nine challengers were not weaklings, but the strength of the nine cultivators from the Lost Clan seemed much greater.

At this moment, a cultivator stepped out, and his appearance surprised many cultivators, as their attention was now focused on the man who volunteered. It was none other than the cultivator from the Devil World and a direct disciple of the Devil Emperor, Xiao Mu.

When Ye Futian saw Xiao Mu walking forward, his eyes revealed a bit of shock. Xiao Mu was a cultivator of an extremely powerful physical refining method, and his physique was not much less than his own. In addition, his Nine Slashes of the Heavenly Demon were incredibly powerful; there was no telling whether this level of attack would be able to shake the defense of those nine powerful cultivators inside the battle matrix.

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Did he really want to make a wager so tremendous that he could potentially hand over the cultivation method of the Devil Emperor himself to the Lost Clan?

This seemed unlikely. Even Xiao Mu could not possibly decide something as grave as this. Not only him, but also no one from the Devil World present could make such a decision. If it was the Demonic Method passed down by the Devil Emperor himself, only the Devil Emperor himself could decide how the method would be passed on to the outside world. Without permission from the Devil Emperor, who would dare to make such a decision on their own?

In this sense, Xiao Mu would be completely unable to fulfill the promise agreed upon by the cultivators from the Devil World. If he was defeated, he had no authority to hand over his cultivation method to the Lost Clan.

For Xiao Mu to step forward under this condition, either he thought that he would definitely win or that he might have to renege on the agreement he had made earlier.

This was something not only Ye Futian knew without a doubt, but other cultivators as well. In fact, Xiao Mu was not alone in this predicament. Many of those present couldn’t possibly make promises of this magnitude unless they planned not to use their own expert methods in the battle. However, in that scenario, how could they possibly defeat these powerful opponents?

The nine great cultivators of the Lost Clan were no common folk.

Xiao Mu’s action attracted much attention. All of a sudden, cultivators stepped forward from other directions. Every one of the cultivators who stepped forward was a character with extraordinary temperament and attracted attention from all sides. Several of them held extraordinary status so that the makeup of this group was far superior to the one before.

Although Ye Futian was not familiar with these cultivators who came out, he could feel their temperament. He realized that these people were far stronger than the previous nine, and their overall strength would be much more powerful.

After they walked out, they came to a place high above the sky, standing in front of the nine cultivators from the Lost Clan. A powerful aura bloomed from them, especially Xiao Mu. The demonic might tossed and roared, and even those who walked out with him could feel that oppressive force.

The nine people from the Lost Clan also felt a sense of threat, but they did not appear alarmed by it; their expression was the same as usual, without the slightest bit of emotion. They stood in place, surrounded by the golden divine light of the Great Paths. Rounds and rounds of golden light screens spread out like waves of the Great Path, sweeping towards the nine challengers.

“Is everyone ready?” one of them questioned loudly as the sound of his voice shook the void. After his voice fell, an astonishing aura burst forth from those nine opponents almost at the same time. In an instant, the demonic might overwhelmed the space, as demonic shadows appeared to shield the void. Xiao Mu took the lead to erupt with his own power!