Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Inside the arena.

Gazing at the eight men and two women not far away.

Ye Luo held his long sword, tilting his head slightly downward, a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, hiding his eyes.

"You strike first. Bring out your strongest skills. I will only strike once, and after one stroke, if you have not been defeated, then consider me the loser,"

Ye Luo spoke softly.

His voice was moderate.

It reached the ears of those ten disciples, igniting an unnamed rage within them.

One against ten was already bad enough.

Now he's saying he'll only strike once?

Although they were disciples of the Hidden Sect, wasn't this too arrogant?

All ten disciples silently took out their magical treasures and started using their spells, getting ready to make a move.

Just then.

One of the male disciples spoke up, "My specialty is in setting up formations. Since you've said to show our strongest skills, my best is the Array. I wonder if I may set one up?"

Set up a formation?!

The other nine disciples' eyelids twitched.

You actually have the gall to say it.

Under normal circumstances, who would wait for you to set up a formation during a fight?

And using a formation would be cheating, wouldn't it?

Even if the opponent is a Disciple of the Hidden Sect, this isn't the way to play.

If he actually agreed, the nine of them would kneel on the spot, hailing the other as a grandfather and adding his name to their family's genealogy!

The other nine thought this.

The next moment.

Ye Luo's voice came through.

"Go ahead."

The nine of them: "..."

As for the disciple who had mentioned setting up a formation,

When he heard that Ye Luo was actually allowing him to set up the formation, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

The disciple took a deep breath and asked.

As his words sounded,

They received no response.

Ye Luo still stood there, motionless, obviously waiting for the other to set up the formation first.

Seeing this, the disciple clenched his teeth and took out various materials for setting up the formation from his Storage Magical Treasure, preparing to start.

Ye Luo, standing on the other side, stared as the opponent took out a variety of materials, his indifferent face showing a trace of bafflement.

"You need to use your hands to set up a formation?"

Ye Luo subconsciously raised his head and asked.

The disciple struggling to set up the formation: "???"

If I don't use my hands to set up a formation, should I use my feet instead?

"No, no, carry on, pretend I didn't say anything,"

Ye Luo abruptly came back to his senses, waved his hand to let the other continue.

He shook his head somewhat helplessly.

Having watched his fellow disciple Zhang Han set up formations, he had come to think that setting up a formation was all about a single thought.

It was only now that he remembered setting up a formation required the use of hands.

And various materials as well.

A formation that doesn't require hands is something unique to the Wayless Sect.

This made Ye Luo even more grateful that he had joined the Wayless Sect and that his Respected Master had personally come to take him as a disciple.

This grace, he Ye Luo would never dare forget.

He could only cultivate diligently in the future, hoping to make his Respected Master proud!

...

Ye Luo stood there for nearly half an hour.

Expressionless.

Grasping the long sword.

His robe billowing.

He was like a peerless Sword Immortal.

However, his patience was almost exhausted.

Not to mention Ye Luo,

Even those representatives from the various Sects watching the event were growing impatient.

Fortunately, the disciple finally finished setting up the Array.

"It's set up!! The Nine Dragons Refining Fire Formation! Once the Array is deployed, only those at the Nascent Soul Peak can break it!"

The disciple shouted excitedly.

The other nine disciples also perked up slightly and brought out various magical treasures.

The completion of the Array also signified the start of the match.

Ye Luo gently lifted his head and looked at the extensive Formation Patterns on the ground, chuckling softly.

"Naive."

His voice reached the ears of the ten disciples.

As everyone knows, his sword was never for harming others.

Humm!!!

Ye Luo's palm touched the hilt of his long sword.

His fingers closed together.

The long sword was unsheathed.

As he drew his sword, his aura transformed, the golden insignia on his forehead flickering with light.

An air of mystical profundity suffused the area, and the piercing sound of the sword's cry resounded through the heavens.

Even with numerous Arrays separating them, the sound still reached many of the platforms above.

Most of the representatives of the various Sects almost unconsciously stood up, a sense of impending crisis overwhelming them.

Before they could react,

they saw the previously bright sky had darkened, as massive heavenly fissures split open, the entire sky collapsing downward.

And below, the ground was collapsing into chaos.

Countless bolts of lightning roared.

A violent wind swept through everything.

The sky fell, and the earth sank.

Lightning roared.

The wind howled fiercely.

It was truly a scene of world-ending calamity.

Before the destruction of the world,

everyone felt a sense of powerlessness and insignificance.

Man cannot shake the heavens!

As the world fell to ruin, they could only watch helplessly as their demise approached, unable to do a thing.

If they were powerless to change their fate, why bother with arduous cultivation? Why not just await death early?

The people's conviction wavered.

At this moment, those present, especially those with any level of Realm, showed signs of their conviction crumbling.

Even the Great Elder, who had broken free the last time, could not escape this time.

Of course, there was one person who remained as stable as Mount Tai.

That was the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

Without his Primordial Spirit, the Qian Yuan Sect Master was nothing but a living, thinking body.

He had no idea what was happening.

At that moment, the Qian Yuan Sect Master, holding a cup of tea, appeared calm and unfazed, his gaze surreptitiously flitting over the stupefied faces of those beside him.

Holy moly...

What's with these people??

What happened??

Who am I.

Where am I.

Where am I going.

Just as the Qian Yuan Sect Master contemplated whether he should also pretend to be stupefied,

a voice emanated from the depths of the Qiandi Dao Sect.

"Awaken."

With that voice,

the illusion that trapped the crowd shattered instantly.

The crowd was drenched in cold sweat, sitting weakly on the ground, gasping for air, and looking at Ye Luo in the arena with fear and astonishment.

On that largest platform,

the Elders were in a similar state.

Breathless and panting.

When they looked at Ye Luo, there was fear in their eyes.

"Such a Disciple of the Hidden Sect, wielding such techniques is truly worthy of the title of Hidden Sect. Fortunately, the Supreme Elder intervened; otherwise, based on our own abilities, it would have been difficult to escape!"

"A sword that does not cut flesh, but severs the spirit, such an excellent sword!!"

"Sect Master, why... why do you seem untroubled as if nothing happened?"

"Has the Sect Master's Realm reached such a height that he could ignore this sword?!"

The many Elders suddenly noticed the serene and undisturbed Qian Yuan Sect Master.

All of them, including the Great Elder, had been trapped by this sword.

Yet the Qian Yuan Sect Master sat there quietly.

Is this the Realm of our Sect Master?!

The Elders could not help but focus their minds slightly, attempting to perceive the Realm of the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

But upon inspection, they were shocked.

Could it be they could no longer see through the Sect Master's Realm? Looking at him, he seemed just like a Mortal.

Perhaps among the Qiandi Dao Sect, apart from those few Supreme Elders, only the Qian Yuan Sect Master could battle Ye Luo?!

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