Chapter 1945: Chapter 1944: Million Lion Formation

The next moment.

Ye Hongfei tapped the tip of his foot lightly on the arena and rose into the air like a dragonfly.

He spread his hands.

"Million Lion Formation."

As his words fell.

Thunder roared from beneath the ground.

The sound was so loud it was as if a chariot was rolling past in the heavenly court.

At the same time, countless troops appeared on the arena.

Endless cavalry rode warhorses, galloping across the stage.

Each and every one of them incomparably mighty and fierce.

Warhorses rose and fell in waves.

They appeared and vanished like ghosts.

Zhang Yu rampaged across the arena like a crazed bull.

"Holy Light Slash."

A giant sword about a hundred zhang long appeared above the arena.

It slashed straight down toward the countless warhorses.

Its momentum soared to the heavens.

But that army of horses was as elusive as phantoms.

The vast energy hacked into the warhorses, yet it was like punching cotton.

Zhang Yu saw his strike miss.

His eyes narrowed; he too realized this Formation was quite formidable.

His expression became grave.

Just as he was trying to calm down and think about how to break the Formation—

Countless warhorses surged past him like a torrential flood.

Illusory and real overlapped, making it impossible to see clearly.

At the same time, a strange song rang out over the arena.

The song made one feel as if fallen leaves in late autumn had begun to drift down.

It was also like a wanderer longing for the mother far away in his hometown.

A faint sadness lingered within the melody.

Assaulted by the song, Zhang Yu felt as if someone had jabbed a needle into his body.

All the strength in him poured out.

His body gradually turned weak and powerless.

The blade he had been holding high slowly drooped down.

"Ai!"

Zhang Yu let out a soft sigh.

All these years, in order to realize his grand ambitions—

He had ruined his brothers.

Zhang Yu thought of the thirty thousand brothers who had left their hometown with him to carve out a world.

To cultivate Evil Techniques, he had been forced to use the flesh and blood of those thirty thousand brothers as a medium.

"Was it really worth it?"

Thinking of the thirty thousand dead brothers, a hint of regret rose in him.

"Haha."

Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

Then he raised his longsword and swept it across his own neck.

"Brothers, your big brother has wronged you. Big brother is coming to keep you company now."

Zhang Yu seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.

In outsiders’ eyes, it was no different from being possessed.

The longsword slid across his neck.

Blood scattered like rose petals, flying in all directions.

His massive body crashed heavily to the ground.

Ye Hongfei kicked Zhang Yu’s corpse off the stage with one swift kick.

"Anyone else want to come play?"

Ye Hongfei grasped his own wrist with one hand, his fist clenching and cracking loudly.

"This Ye Hongfei is way too black-bellied."

"Isn’t he? He actually let Zhang Yu die so... gently."

"This Cultivation Technique is terrifying."

The crowd muttered under their breath.

But no one dared to rashly step onto the arena.

Just then—

A middle-aged man limped his way up onto the stage.

The middle-aged man’s face was full of smiles.

His smile was even more brilliant than the sun.

His head was shaved flat.

His eyebrows curved like new moons, giving him a kind and benevolent look.

When Ye Hongfei saw someone like this, all his battle intent evaporated.

That smile alone made him feel incredibly intoxicated.

His whole body turned lazy and weak.

Ye Hongfei took out an olive Spirit Candy from his pocket, tossed it into his mouth, then pointed at the monk.

"Don’t think I won’t beat you up just because you look like a monk."

With that, he slapped his palm toward him.

The monk extended two fingers and clamped down on Ye Hongfei’s wrist.

"Brother, I don’t want to be Alliance Hierarch of the Blackwater Secret Realm either. I just want to live a quiet life."

"I won’t fight you over the position of Hierarch. I’ll just step down from the arena now."

After speaking, the monk turned and sped toward the edge of the stage.

Just as he was about to step off the arena, his eyes rolled.

"I should at least be a sixty percent match for the War God before I can step down."

The monk truly had no intention of becoming Alliance Hierarch.

But he also didn’t want to flee without a fight.

"This benefactor, I’m really sorry, I can’t just admit defeat like this."

With that, he took out a string of prayer beads.

He injected Spiritual Energy into the beads.

The beads immediately flew off his wrist.

They expanded in mid-air and began to spin.

"Buddha’s might is boundless."

The monk said with a grin.

The Cultivation Technique Ye Hongfei practiced carried a hint of Evil Qi.

Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over righteousness.

He instinctively felt the blood and qi in his body slow sharply.

And it became extremely difficult to mobilize his Spiritual Energy.

He could only watch as the prayer beads descended over him.

"Brother, you’ve lost."

The monk giggled.

That smile was quite eerie.

The next second, the monk struck out with a palm.

A booming report rang out as the palm force tore through the air.

The palm wind swept out like a towering tidal wave.

Ye Hongfei’s eyes widened.

He watched helplessly as the palm landed squarely on his chest.

His body was sent flying and crashed heavily off the arena.

"Lost is lost. I was just here to have some fun anyway, never really meant to be any Hierarch."

Although Ye Hongfei’s body crashed to the ground—

He wasn’t actually injured much.

It was as if a gust of wind had cushioned his fall.

After landing.

Ye Hongfei strode away without looking back.

Wang Ye watched as the participants kept changing.

At this rate, he had no idea how many more bouts they’d have to fight.

"Forget it, instead of watching, I might as well go back to the inn and rest."

Wang Ye thought it over.

Although his bed was occupied by Xia Yurou at night—

The two girls never rested during the day.

This was the perfect time for him to go back and get some shut-eye.

Wang Ye yawned.

Then turned and left.

In no time, he was already standing outside the inn.

At this moment, Xia Yurou was seated before the Incense Burner, puffing out clouds as she cultivated.

Her long robe fluttered in the wind, Immortal Qi swirling around her, making her look just like an Immortal.

Shen Biyue, meanwhile, stood in the courtyard with a jade flute, playing to the April blossoms.

The courtyard was in full bloom.

Birdsong and floral fragrance filled the air.

The lingering flute melody was intoxicating.

Everyone in the inn had pushed open their windows, drunk on that beautiful sound.

"Nice flute work."

Wang Ye praised Shen Biyue’s back as she played the flute.

"There really are so many beauties in the Blackwater Secret Realm. I might not become Alliance Hierarch this time, but getting to see so many beauties makes it worth the trip."

"Why don’t we go and get acquainted? Rumor has it every beauty has powerful resources behind her."

"Resources my ass, you’re just lusting after her music."

"But honestly, who doesn’t like her flute playing?"

"This flute should only exist in the heavens; how many times can one hear it in the mortal world?"

Countless people watched Shen Biyue play.

They all felt she was like a lotus rising unstained from the mud.

Only to be admired from afar, not to be toyed with up close.

No one knew whose home this peerless beauty would end up in.

When the song ended.

Shen Biyue put away her long flute and turned, only to see Wang Ye.

A bewitching smile instantly bloomed on her face.

That smile could intoxicate even the spring breeze.

In Shen Biyue’s eyes, there was only Wang Ye; everyone else seemed to fade into shadows.

She smiled gently and jogged toward Wang Ye.