The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 851 - 374: Wall of Dongjun, Spirit Realm Martial Lord_2

Chapter 851: Chapter 374: Wall of Dongjun, Spirit Realm Martial Lord_2

The terrifying monster before him had naturally been slain with a single sword strike.

Having slain the monster, Mu Yan gasped for air, a hint of hesitancy appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"Next time, I will face ten monsters, and if I can defeat them, I can enter the top thirty!"

One monster was already so difficult to deal with, ten...

He gritted his teeth, his gaze resolute.

Holding a large saber in hand, he looked forward.

However, just then, his expression suddenly tightened.

"Three... hundred?"

Before him, monsters the size of small hills charged towards him.

These monsters, cramming together, rushed at him in a competition to be the first.

Most importantly, there were as many as three hundred of them!

Slaying one hundred would earn the first place.

These three hundred... what the hell?

Being targeted?

That was the only explanation.

Otherwise, why suddenly face three hundred enemies?

"No, I can’t retreat, otherwise... I’ll definitely be the last!"

Mu Yan thought to himself.

What he didn’t know was that, in a certain high tower, a man in a black robe stood atop a bamboo pole with a helpless expression on his face.

"Clearly, I’m not afraid of heights at all, sob sob, why... can’t I move?!"

On the other side, Mu Yan, carrying a long saber, charged towards the three hundred monsters without a second thought.

If one must exit the stage, they should do it with some flair.

"All of... you! Die!"

With one strike, the power was immense, capable of slaying stars!

Crack!

Mu Yan blinked, momentarily lost in thought.

The scene he had anticipated did not occur.

The three hundred monsters before him, like paper mache, all shattered, turning into a mush of flesh.

He blinked: "An illusion? Is it all fake?"

He was somewhat bewildered, doubting his own eyes.

Did he slay so many powerful monsters with just one sword strike?

Could it be real?

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly rang out.

"What a breathtaking strike, one that slew three hundred demons.

Child, you have reached the endpoint of a Peak Martial King; in this Bloodline Battle, you are the champion!"

"What?" Mu Yan, holding his large saber, was somewhat dazed, looking at the phantom of the Martial Lord before him, he doubted that all of this was fake.

"A worthy first Martial King of my bloodline!" A cheerful and hearty voice came through as the figure of a Martial Lord revealed itself, appearing beside Mu Yan.

That Martial Lord, looking at Mu Yan, had eyes full of admiration and indulgence.

Mu Yan, seeing the newcomer, his expression tensed, and he immediately bowed: "Greetings, Ancestor!"

This Martial Lord was indeed the Ancestor of his Bloodline, a Great Martial Lord.

At this moment, he was quite puzzled.

Why was the Ancestor suddenly so warm towards him?

"No need for such formalities, becoming the champion of the Bloodline Battle is an occasion for celebration." The Great Martial Lord said approvingly, his mood quite excited.

By now, he had determined that the descendant of his bloodline that spoke of Qi Yuan was none other than the esteemed Martial God Qi Yuan.

Otherwise, how could the Martial God mention Mu Yan, thinking highly of him?

And even if not,

If a Martial God claimed to think highly of Mu Yan and if Mu Yan failed to get first place, wouldn’t that be slapping the face of the Martial God, indicating that his judgment was flawed?

Thus, at this very moment, the only champion of the Bloodline Battle could be Mu Yan!

Upon hearing his ancestor’s congratulations, Mu Yan was still somewhat as if in a dream, unable to comprehend.

"Since you have claimed the first place, go and receive the baptism of the Ancestral Blood, quickly become a Martial Lord, and become a member of our Eastern Alliance!" the Great Martial Lord said.

At this, Mu Yan was starting to accept reality.

His heart was thrilled.

Could it be that he truly was one in a million, a genius?

Had he, in his moment of desperation, executed a move beyond his level to slay all three hundred monsters?

Thinking this, he was exhilarated.

Indeed, he was the protagonist of this world, the child of destiny, with continuous fortuitous encounters.

Having thought of something, Mu Yan quickly said: "Ancestor, now that I’ve entered the top thirty, could you perhaps for..."

He was still anxious for Qi Yuan.

"Worry not about these matters." The Great Martial Lord looked at Mu Yan approvingly.

Mu Yan felt exuberant, as if life had suddenly gone into cheat mode.

But he had to hurry and receive the baptism of the Ancestral Blood to become a Martial Lord.

After all, the Ancestor’s promise to Qi Yuan was out of goodwill and might have its oversights.

Only after becoming a Martial Lord could he truly ensure Qi Yuan’s safety.

With an excited demeanor, Mu Yan went to undergo the baptism of the Ancestral Blood.

Meanwhile, at the pinnacle of the high tower, Qi Yuan yawned.

"The Bloodline Battle has finally concluded."

The Hei Lu Martial Lord hurriedly said: "Heavenly Venerable has good judgment, Mu Yan has won first place!"

"Oh, is that so, not bad." Qi Yuan had not watched the Bloodline Battle, he had been resting his eyes the whole time, or occasionally discussing the creation of the Netherworld with that net friend.

It must be said, that net friend was really kindhearted.

They directly made seven PPTs for Qi Yuan to use as plans for the Netherworld.

Such a considerate net friend was rare.

At that time, the net friend even said, if the Netherworld were built, could he enter it and be a small fry?

Qi Yuan didn’t hesitate to agree.

"Since it’s over, is it time for the Wall of Dongjun to appear?" Qi Yuan looked at the Martial Lord of the Eastern Alliance and said softly.

"Yes!" The Hei Lu Martial Lord immediately replied, "Please wait a moment, Heavenly Venerable."

Within the Eastern Alliance, several titled Martial Lords stepped forward.

The surging Blood Martial Arts Qi spread, and within the tower, an aura belonging to ancient times began to rise at that moment.

Qi Yuan sat on the throne, looking curious.

Only to see, atop the tower, a blood color appeared on a wall in front of him.

As if stained by a single drop of blood, the entire wall... turned blood red at that moment.

At this time, some information entered Qi Yuan’s sight.

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