ash decision."Good, good," Grand Pure Monk Guangjing stepped forward, his eyes like burning torches fixed on the Blood Hawk. "I ask you, master, why must the Blood Realm invade our Dragon Soaring Real...Those on the Lingxi Leaderboard are all discerning individuals, naturally able to see through the superficiality.

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Only he himself doesn't know this.

Of course, to accumulate wealth, the prerequisite is to survive first.

Although Lu Ye had slain countless enemies in the Wan Mo Ridge during the day, causing fear among all who dared to challenge him, the situation hadn't improved for him. In fact, it had worsened.

After a day of fighting, the forces in Wanmo Ridge had basically figured out Lu Ye's capabilities. They could then have a better targeted approach.

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"In the end, it was still one of the top twenty powerhouses who spoke: “Then let it be decided like this. Whoever kills Lu Ye will get double the reward, and the remaining part will be equally divided among the sects that participated in the effort. Do any of you have any objections”

When he said this, he cast a cold glance at the heads of various factions surrounding him.

This led everyone wanting to be at the back and get a bargain...

This might be related to the special environment of Lingxi Battlefield. The two sides constantly clash here, and every cultivator who grows to the sixth level is forged in battle. Fighting to the death against enemies is commonplace for them.

< Thinking back on the cultivators from Wanmo Ridge he had killed before, few of them seemed to beg for mercy as they died. Most would curse him in their final moments. For example, Dong Shuo Ye would say as he died that he'd be waiting for Lu Ye on the path to hell, though it wouldn't amount to much...

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As everyone knows, if you are defeated by enemy cultivators and cannot escape, begging for mercy is useless.

This has led to a kind of "let death come as it may, if you disagree, fight" ruthlessness among cultivators in the Nine Regions. The higher their cultivation level, the more obvious this becomes.

Align, attack, then re-align, then attack again...

As dawn broke, the losses in Wanmo Ridge continued to mount. However, this seemingly had little impact on the newcomers. They were afraid upon seeing the carnage, but that did not deter their resolve to face the battle.

Another night has fallen.

The stage floor was covered in blood, the stench of it thick and cloying in the air, almost as if it were congealed.

"How many times has this happened" someone asked Li Baxian.

Li Baxian moved her dry lips, "Thirty-two!"

You know this is the thirty-second match of a cross-level battle. At the current rate, we should be able to fight forty matches by daybreak!

Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate!

Before the two parties signed the Heavenly Machine Covenant, only forty-three sects had their names recorded on it.

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In terms of pure speed, Lu Ye, even at his peak, would likely be no match for her. Such a formidable opponent must be one of the trump cards prepared by the Wan Mo Ling faction. They hadn't let her appear previously because Lu Ye was performing well. Now that Lu Ye has been heavily depleted, the Wan Mo Ling side probably thinks it's time to unleash this cat demon.

Another round of fast-paced, dazzling clashes. Lu Ye's long sword fell, cleaving through a trail of afterimages, while at the same time, pain shot through his waist and abdomen.

He kicked out with his foot, the cat demon used both hands to block the kick, and then took flight, landing gracefully.

Lu Ye staggered back, his long sword pressing against the ground, nearly collapsing to his knees, causing Wei Yang to cry out in alarm.o trivial matters to attend to and would return soon.But this also caused Niàn Yuè Xiān to have some misunderstandings."That's not right," Wang Liang hurriedly replied, "I don't know anything. You are...