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Chapter 625 - 0390 Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll, Flying Sword Takes the Enemy’s Head (Requesting Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Chapter 625: 0390 Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll, Flying Sword Takes the Enemy’s Head (Requesting Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Upon hearing this, countless trialists hesitated, struggling.

Throughout history, it has been an arduous path, with only one certainty: death.

In such extreme chaos of a life and death battle, even if one possesses great strength, they may still fall amidst the chaotic attacks.

In a skirmish between two parties, if one chooses a life and death battle, then it becomes a fight to the death.

Of course, normally, when there is no enmity between both parties, the majority choose the ’high and low battle.’

The fear is some murderers who opt for a deathmatch upon seeing others.

The Water Mansion Spirit said: [You can take your time to consider carefully, the trial will begin in one hour!]

Time goes by, and a large number of trialists start to withdraw from the race.

920,000, 910,000, 890,000...

In the end, only 490,000 trialists chose to persist.

Regarding this, the Water Mansion Spirit was not surprised at all, it murmured to itself: "Compared to other Divine, my master’s trial is already the gentlest."

At the plaza.

Lu Chenzhou looked around, there were only over a hundred from Da Xia’s Human Clan.

Martial Artists, fighters, Po Suo Heart Cultivators were all present, all with cultivation in the Third Realm.

However, there was no one he was familiar with.

Those he knew either had poor talents and withdrew early or had great talents and already succeeded in their enlightenment, having left.

Thus, those remaining were older, with exhausted potential, many were not far from dying of old age, and only wished to fight one last time.

He searched through the list of Xia Realm’s Human Clan but couldn’t find the Hand of Destruction.

He clearly remembered this elderly had not succeeded in enlightenment, so it seems he feared death and quietly withdrew.

"Ran so fast."

...

On the Myriad Souls Battlefield.

This is a continent located in a dark void, with green mountains and clear waters, and families beside flowing streams, all things available.

The edge of the continent is simply a void.

From a God’s point of view, it resembles a giant painting unfolding slowly.

490,000 trialists, floating in outer space of the continent, their eyes are filled with shock:

"Could this Myriad Souls Battlefield also be a Divine Artifact?"

"Possible, the things in the Water Mansion are not ordinary."

The voice of the Innate Water Spirit echoed: [This is the ’Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll,’ which contains a small world. This trial is limited to 100 days. If the final list of 19,000 people is not decided within 100 days, the ’Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll’ will gradually retract, and your battlefield will continuously shrink, ultimately all will appear in the central area of the scroll, for the final great massacre!]

490,000 trialists transformed into meteors and entered the ’Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll,’ like sand scattered into the lake.

...

In an ordinary small mountain village, smoke wafts gently.

Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes, surrounded by a group of men and women, young and old, dressed in hemp outfits, gathered around him curiously pointing and murmuring, as if he had arrived in ancient Da Xia.

With the Water Mansion Token, he could understand the words of these mortals.

"Is this a meteor? There’s actually a person inside."

"He is so strong, his arm is bigger than my thigh."

"I like this type, could he be from the northern Barbarian Country?"

"This iron armor must cost a lot."

Lu Chenzhou looked at his outfit, akin to that of an ancient high-ranking general, perfectly blending in.

Suddenly, the Ancient Sword in his mind warned him, a palm hit the ground, his body jolted upwards, with a swift twist of his waist, he flashed ten feet away.

Rumble! Endless thunder struck down, magma of lightning splattered, electricity flickered, followed by green smoke rising high.

Lu Chenzhou looked at the scattered human-shaped charred ashes ahead, furrowed his brow, his eyes flickering with killing intent.

A figure clad in a purple robe, with a face half-transparent like a jellyfish, floating with purple tendrils, strode casually like Thunder Lord descending.

He clapped and laughed: "Worthy of Xia Realm’s first genius, quick reaction. My name is Lei Man, your grave digger!"

Lei Man is a genius of the Purple Beard Clan, with peak Third Realm power and good enlightenment.

Among their civilization’s trialists, he ranks in the top thirty.

He could have succeeded in enlightenment, advancing to the next stage.

However, he didn’t. He and more than thirty others with late-stage Third Realm and higher prowess of the Purple Beard Clan intentionally stayed to hunt down Lu Chenzhou.

He knew he might miss opportunities or even die.

But to allow the Purple Beard Clan to become the Master of Water Mansion, and to let the Purple Thunder Empire reign over the Three Thousand Worlds, this is his glory.

[You have been marked by Lei Man with a Death Battle Order, only through determining a winner can you leave.]

Lu Chenzhou drew out the Big Spear, behind him the Martial King Spirit soared into the sky, he rode a Mystic Tiger, wielding Bai Feng.

"Why does our duel have to involve those mortals?"

"Do you know them?"

"No."

"Then that settles it, they’re just ordinary people."

Lu Chenzhou no longer spoke, sighed in his heart.

View through a tube, now it appears, the Divine Court’s loss to the Stars was not unjust.

At least the Stars feign gestures, pretend to give mortals blessings while collecting faith from them, sustaining them.

If the Divine Court’s attitude towards mortal life was better, would it be harder for the Stars to gather faith?

Just like Xia Realm, the factions have tried for so long, yet it’s still not flourishing, preaching is as hard as climbing skyward, resulting only in brutal wars.

In Da Xia, although Martial Artists have privileges, most know they do not produce, it’s the mortals who form the foundation of everything.

Therefore, when Su City faced a crisis, Martial Artists naturally felt a mission to protect mortals.

Before breaking free from shackles, you and I are all mortals, no difference.

Mortals are the soil in which Martial Arts thrive!

Killing intent surged, Lu Chenzhou’s figure leaped, like light piercing the sky, so fast, Lei Man’s eyes shook violently.

"Thunder Python Strangulation!" Rumble! In the world, the power of the Thunder Element frantically emerged.