Chapter 47

"Good. You accepted!"

Lin Xuan's voice carried out, though compared to before, it sounded somewhat weak and powerless.

This scene drew sighs from countless people.

But Su Ding and Sun Liang were both delighted.

"Heh... and you still want to enter the outer sect?" Su Ding sneered inwardly.

Sun Liang burst into laughter. "Hahaha... Lin Xuan, this day next year will be your Death Anniversary."

"Ignorant."

Lin Xuan calmly spat out two words, raised a hand, and grabbed—the Superior Mortal Weapon, a blood-red battle saber, appeared in his hand.

"In your current state, can you even swing that saber?"

Sun Liang looked at Lin Xuan with disdain.

Lin Xuan did not answer. His consciousness instantly sank into the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, directly consuming one year of cultivation time.

Outside, only one ten-millionth of a breath had passed, yet his condition instantly returned to its peak.

"You tell me!"

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up. His aura erupted around him as Blood Rage activated.

Boom!

Violent ripples of blood and qi swept outward.

"What?"

Su Ding cried out in shock. "How did you recover?"

"You..." Sun Liang froze as well, raising a trembling hand to point at Lin Xuan.

Boom...

But at that moment, Lin Xuan had already transformed into an afterimage and suddenly appeared before Sun Liang.

He was so fast that he had surpassed Sun Liang's dynamic vision.

In an instant, Sun Liang saw nothing but a blood-red flash of saber light. Boundless terror surged through his heart.

Run!

That thought abruptly surfaced in his mind.

But before he could react, he discovered that the scarlet saber light had already swept across his neck.

The next second, he saw a headless body collapse onto the Life and Death Arena.

Just as he wondered whose headless corpse it was, he realized that his consciousness was quietly drifting away, and darkness was gradually closing in before his eyes.

"So... it was me..."

In the final second before his consciousness dissipated, Sun Liang finally understood.

Thud...

The head hit the ground and rolled several meters away.

Everyone's mouths fell open in shock.

Sun Liang, an outer sect disciple in the Blood Refining Realm, had been beheaded with a single strike?

Buzz!

The Soul Suppressing Pagoda trembled, stealing a full seven years of cultivation time and a mass of blood qi.

Lin Xuan was fairly satisfied. Then he turned his gaze beneath the Life and Death Arena and calmly looked at Su Ding.

"I'll collect a little interest first. Later, that will be your fate."

Su Ding instantly came back to his senses. Blood and qi surged wildly around him, his eyes narrowing.

He was considering whether to kill Lin Xuan outright.

But if he did, he would certainly die.

"Heh..."

Lin Xuan gave a disdainful laugh. His gaze fell upon the crowd, where a figure was watching from afar.

It was none other than Elder Xu Qin of the outer sect.

He believed that if Su Ding dared make a move, Xu Qin would intervene at once.

For someone in the True Origin Realm to stop someone in the Bone Tempering Realm from acting was as easy as eating and drinking.

"Just you wait!"

In the end, Su Ding still lost his nerve.

He did not dare gamble. Though this was the Servant District, it was still within the outer sect's territory.

Lin Xuan could not be bothered to waste words on him. He simply crouched down and stripped Sun Liang of his Spatial Ring and Disciple Token.

He then leapt down from the Life and Death Arena and, under countless watchful eyes, tore the Disciple Token from Ling Chao's corpse.

"You two, give Chen Ze a proper burial."

He casually pointed at two servants. After saying that, Lin Xuan turned and left.

"Yes!"

The two servants did not dare delay and quickly answered.

"Whoosh..."

After Lin Xuan left, an uproar immediately erupted around the Life and Death Arena.

"Heavens, what did I just see?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Too strong! Steward Lin is truly too strong! How long has it been since he entered the sect? He can already kill veteran outer sect disciples."

"With talent like this, they actually called him a Useless Body of Ten Thousand Years? What a joke."

"It won't be long before Steward Lin is promoted to an outer sect disciple, right? I'm so jealous."

"Being promoted to the outer sect may only be the beginning of his nightmare..."

Around the Life and Death Arena, countless remarks filled with shock, envy, and jealousy spread outward.

Lin Xuan had thoroughly made a name for himself in the outer sect's Servant District.

"Hmph..."

Su Ding snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve as he left, not caring in the slightest about Sun Liang or Ling Chao's corpses.

That was how this world was—human lives truly were as cheap as grass.