Chapter 137: The Guests Arrive!

  These two sect names, Qin Yi will absolutely not forget.

  One of his own brothers, Xuan Yuan Ze, who was also a disciple of Huang Long Island, had not been seen for several months either.

  While Hesu Zhong and Qin Yi have a deep blood feud!

  Qin Yili made a poisonous oath, vowing to eliminate the sacrilegious Zong.

  At this moment, Xie Shen Zong descended upon the Tian Sheng Academy, his arch-nemesis right before his eyes. Qin Yi's eyes blazed with killing intent, his entire demeanor transforming into that of a demonic Asura from hell, frightening several nearby disciples who turned pale and retreated in succession.

  "Qin Yi?" A girl's voice sounded from behind, like a clear spring, and Qin Yi suddenly calmed down.

  It's not time for me to take action yet.

  Qin Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his mood calmed down instantly. His eyes regained their clarity.

  Turning around, Qin Yi saw Luo Hua looking at him with some confusion.

  "Shi jie." Qin Yi smiled slightly at Luo Hua, his expression natural.

  Many disciples beside him saw Luo Hua and suddenly became at a loss, their faces filled with excitement and tension, their faces flushed bright red.

  However, Qin Yi behaved very naturally, chatting and laughing, making them feel ashamed of themselves.

  "It seems that your state has improved again, junior brother." Luo Xiao looked up and down at Qin Yi, and his eyes suddenly shone with a hint of surprise.

  Luò Huàn's eyes were venomous, but even if she had the most vivid imagination, she probably couldn't have guessed that Qín Yì had already broken through to the Flame Soul Realm. In Luò Huàn's mind, Qín Yì should currently be at the fourth or fifth layer of the Sacrificial Soul Realm.

  In just two months, he rose from the Jitian realm to the fourth or fifth layer of the Jihun realm, breaking through nearly ten layers in one go, which was enough to cause a huge stir in Luohu.

  "Junior brother, at the final match, I'll have a good fight with you." Luo Xiao smiled.

  "En, I will work harder." Qin Yi smiled and nodded.

  The conversation between the two people was extremely natural, as if entering the final was already a foregone conclusion.

  The disciples around them didn't think there was anything wrong with their conversation, Qin Yi and Luo Lü's aura suppressed them, they couldn't even lift their heads.

  "Qin Yi! So you're here!" A loud shout came from not far away.

  A strong gust of air, like a sharp blade, suddenly cut through the crowd, and on both sides of the airflow, a large group of disciples fell to the ground, battered and bruised.

  These disciples were about to shout and scold, but when they saw Lei Tian walking step by step, the words that had already reached their lips were swallowed back.

  "Lei Tian!" Qin Yi's gaze was like a sharp sword, and with one glance, he saw the change in Lei Tian's strength, which had also made a shocking breakthrough.

  At this moment, Lei Tian gave Qin Yi a feeling like a volcano that was about to erupt.

  Every step he took, his body was like a sharp sword, cutting through the air, and with each step, whirlpools appeared on the ground, making a humming sound.

  Lei Tian's eyes were filled with bloodshot, his face was ferocious, his muscles bulged, his long gown was about to burst, full of explosive power, the whole person was full of murderous and bloody aura, as if he had become a killing machine, making people retreat in fear.

  Seeing Lei Tian's appearance, Qin Yi's expression was calm, but in his heart, he was secretly on guard.

  In these two months, he also underwent arduous and even cruel training.

  Qin Yi could even feel the bloody aura of the Asura being trampled under Lei Tian's feet.

  "Qin Yi, I wish we had met earlier. I'm eager to twist your head off in public." Lei Tianxiao sneered.

  The ranking match of the Earthquake List is the most cruel winner-takes-all competition, where death and injury are inevitable on the battlefield.

  It's just that usually, people don't want to make enemies with their fellow disciples, so they spare each other. If they can let one person off, they won't take drastic measures.

  But there are also two people who originally had contradictions. When they meet in the competition, the arena immediately becomes a godly stage of life and death!

  With the threat, Lei Tian's body exuded a bloodthirsty aura, and as he walked, the air seemed to be filled with ferocious and brutal Asuras.

  The disciples around felt the evil spirit on Lei Tian's body and involuntarily softened their knees, retreating backwards.

  But these evil spirits, surging in front of Qin Yu, immediately dispersed and disappeared, dissolving into nothingness.

  In Qin Yi's body, it was as if there was a black hole that swallowed up all these terrifying evil spirits.

  Lei Tian was shocked and angry in his heart, but on his face, there was no expression.

  "I'm looking forward to it too." Qin Yi said coldly, "Don't forget what I said in the Misty Bay. What you did back then, I'll make you pay the price tenfold, a hundredfold."

  A flash of guilt flickered in Lei Tian's eyes as he spoke viciously: "Enjoy it while you can, for next year on this day will be your demise!"

  He finished speaking and turned around, pushing away the crowd in front of him with one hand, striding towards the Colosseum.

  A brief conflict broke out, and Qin Yi's line of sight returned to the guests from Huanglong Island and Xie Shen Zong. At that time, the bronze chariot and the giant spider had already fallen not far away.

  A large number of disciples rushed over to watch.

  Qin Yi and Luo Luo, Wu Peng and others exchanged a glance, followed the crowd, and walked over together.

  An invisible aura burst out from Qin Yi's body, gently pushing aside the disciples in front of him who hadn't had time to react. The crowded throng parted, revealing gaps that allowed Qin Yi and his companions to pass through unimpeded, quickly reaching the front row of the crowd.

  On the empty land, six giant monsters were constantly blowing their noses, looking a bit like rhinos, with dark large horns growing in front of their noses, wearing bronze armor all over their bodies, ferocious and terrifying, larger than elephants.

  On the back of each monster were tied three iron chains as thick as an adult's arm, eighteen chains in total, pulling a huge bronze war chariot.

  The chariot stood still on the ground, but the flames spewing from its wheels continued to rage fiercely, stretching from the sky to the earth, striking fear into people's hearts.

  Not far from the war chariot, a black spider the size of a house crouched on the ground, its limbs like sharp steel blades, gleaming with cold light, making one's hair stand on end.

  On the spider's back, more than a dozen people in black robes stood, their age and gender unclear.

  These black robes, each with a naked woman embroidered on it in gold thread, flirting and posing, under the sunlight, these women suddenly appear and disappear, as if they have come to life, sitting in all sorts of provocative poses.

  If a disciple with slightly weaker determination were in his place, he would probably be unable to hold on at all.

  More than ten people of the Hengshan Sect jumped down from Spider's back.

  A surge of murderous aura surrounded them, like a gigantic blood python slowly coiling around, its momentum astonishing.

  The black-robed man in the lead took off his hood, causing a commotion among the onlookers and a burst of exclamations.

  This black-robed man was tall and straight, with a golden mask on half of his face. The mask had a crimson flame pattern drawn on it, giving off an eerie smile that seemed to be both laughing and not laughing at the same time.

  The other black-robed men also took off their hoods, and they all wore masks on their faces. However, the materials of the masks were different. Some were made of white silver, some were made of bronze, and only one person wore a wooden mask.

  These masks are obviously symbols of their status.

  The disciples of the Profane God Sect and the Heavenly Sacred Academy are also divided into three, six, nine grades, and the material of their masks is proof of their identity and status.

  "Desecrate God Sect..." Qin Yi silently recited these three words in his heart, engraving the figures of these black-robed men into his mind.

  Tiansheng College had an elder come out, responsible for leading the guests of Huixian Zong to walk towards the Colosseum. Their position was naturally at the top level in the Colosseum with the most open view and the best line of sight.

  At this time, the bronze chariot of Huanglong Island let out a creaking roar, rolling waves, stirring up clouds and rain, shaking the ground. The disciples around him couldn't help but close their eyes and take a step back.

  Qin Yiyu stood firm in the midst of the surging crowd, unmoving as a mountain. He saw a group of people, dressed in luxurious long robes, emerging from a bronze war chariot in an orderly manner.

  Qin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a familiar figure!

  Just as he was about to greet that person, an elder from the Tian Sheng College blocked his way, furious: "What do you want to do to the guest of Huang Long Island! Come on! Take this disciple away, disrupt the order of the arena and deprive him of his right to compete!"