His voice, like an invisible but extremely penetrating wind, swept across the entire floating fairy island in an instant, echoing clearly and unmistakably in the ears of Su Jian and the others.
All the contestants who heard this sound seemed to be suddenly restrained by the mysterious Body Immobilization Incantation at first, and stood frozen in place, with the expressions on their faces frozen, as if time had stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the long-suppressed surprise was like a surging tide, completely submerging them without warning.
A layer of crystal tears suddenly appeared in their eyes. Some people were so excited that their throats seemed to be choked by something, and they were almost choked with tears.
They have been waiting for this result for too long.
In the days before the game ended, every day was filled with fear.
They always felt that there was a gleaming sword hanging above their heads that could take their lives at any time, and what frightened them the most was the feared Kunlun sword cultivator, fearing that he would suddenly come to their door without any warning.
During that gloomy time, each of them was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, in constant panic.
And in the entire floating fairy island, the only hunter who controls life and death is the sword cultivator from Kunlun.
That Kunlun swordsman was like a grim reaper slowly walking out of the abyss of hell. He exuded a trembling aura of chilling and was looking for traces of other contestants everywhere.
Anyone who is targeted by him will have an extremely miserable fate.
Some died on the spot, their vitality cut off; others were cruelly deprived of their cultivation and reduced to useless people with no dignity in the world of immortality and allowed to be bullied by others.
In just a few days, this Kunlun sword cultivator was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts like a demon, becoming a terrifying nightmare that lingers.
In the days to come, whenever someone mentioned his name, everyone would instantly turn pale with fright, and their whole bodies would tremble violently uncontrollably.
"Is it finally over? I've truly become one of the final thousand!"
One contestant's eyes were red, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy, and he almost choked and murmured to himself.
"It's not easy. Fortunately, I wasn't targeted by that Sword Demon, otherwise I would have been completely doomed!"
Another contestant was still frightened and patted his chest, his tone full of emotion about the aftermath of the disaster.
"If anyone tells me that disciple Kunlun is not good enough in the future, I will never be done with him!"
A burly man's face turned red and he shouted indignantly.
"That Kunlun swordsman is just crazy. He either kills people or turns them into useless people. It's so scary!"
A thin contestant shrank his neck, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"This is a relief. I no longer have to live in the shadow of Kunlun Sword Demon every day!"
Some people in the crowd breathed a long sigh of relief, with a look of relief on their faces.
"I think that Kunlun Sword Demon might have reached Immortal Emperor Realm Stage, otherwise how could it be so powerful!" A tall young man said slowly with thoughtfulness and awe in his eyes.
Many contestants who were lucky enough to survive were filled with joy. They were extremely grateful for the favor of fate and were glad that they did not meet that "Kunlun Sword Demon" on the same road.
Because they knew in their hearts that with the terrifying strength of Kunlun Sword Demon, they would never be able to escape bad luck once they encountered it.
What they find most helpless and ridiculous is the theory that was first circulated.
At that time, some people spread the word that the disciples of Kunlun were insidious and cunning, that they had no strength themselves and would only rely on external forces to win.
At first, they believed this statement deeply, and deep down they never really thought highly of the disciples of Kunlun. They all thought that the disciples of Kunlun were nothing more than that.
But now, if someone brazenly says that the disciples of Kunlun are incompetent, they will definitely be the first to stand up, argue with them, and even fight.
After all, just one Kunlun Sword Demon has already made the entire floating fairy island tremble with fear.
If this is not awesome, then what else can be called awesome?
This floating fairy island ended the game first, and this abnormal situation quickly attracted the attention of many sect leaders.
"Huh? Why did that arena end the match first? In my impression, there doesn't seem to be any particularly outstanding top talent in that arena?"
A sect leader dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an extraordinary temperament frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubts, and murmured to himself.
In his opinion, there are no particularly outstanding figures in that arena, which means that the strength gap among the many contestants is not huge and is relatively balanced.
According to common sense, it is often difficult and time-consuming to compete for the final result of such a competition.
Therefore, this situation has puzzled many sect leaders.
Just when everyone was speculating, one of the sect leaders suddenly jumped out excitedly, with a proud look on his face, laughing without any scruples, "Hahaha, do you still need to ask? It must be my Flying Snow Sect and Qin Cang who are showing off their power!"
The one who spoke was none other than the sect leader of the Flying Snow Sect. At this moment, his face was flushed and his excitement was palpable.
Qin Cang, as the proud disciple of the Flying Snow Sect, although his talent is not the best among the best, he is still firmly in the first echelon.
The most important thing is that Qin Cang holds a Half-Emperor Weapon in his hands. In the world of immortality, owning a Half-Emperor Weapon is almost equivalent to having the confidence to be invincible.
In the eyes of everyone, no one has the ability to defeat or even kill a strong man holding Half-Emperor Weapon. Even those geniuses with great reputations and extraordinary talents have difficulty in doing so.
The master of the Flying Snow Sect's face was red and he was smiling from ear to ear, full of absolute trust in Qin Cang.
He firmly believed that with Qin Cang's strength and the extremely powerful sword, it would be effortless to sweep thousands of armies in this arena.
Seeing the proud Sect Master Flying Snow, the other sect leaders felt a bit of sadness in their hearts.
However, what is more, there is still a feeling of envy that cannot be concealed.
After all, that Qin Cang does have profound opportunities, and this alone is not something that ordinary people can compare with.
Soon, a thousand contestants who had successfully advanced took off from the floating fairy island and slowly fell down.
The eyes of many sect masters turned towards this side, their eyes full of expectation. They all couldn't wait to see the disciples of their sect.
Whenever they see the disciples of their sect appear in the field of vision, these sect leaders will involuntarily show a look of satisfaction, the wrinkles on their faces will relax with joy, and they will nod in praise.
The most proud among them is naturally Sect Master Flying Snow.
When he saw that some inconspicuous ordinary disciples from other sects could be successfully promoted, he became even more certain about Qin Cang's promotion.
After all, Qin Cang is much better than those people, and there is no reason not to advance.