Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1149 - 441: Who Dares to Challenge?

Zhou Xuan, like a hunting cat, chased Zhao Jinjia, who was like a mouse, back and forth in the "Well Array."

And those watching around could also see the trick.

"I have a feeling that every time Zhou Xuan misses a blow, it’s not because he can’t hit, it’s because he chooses not to."

"With the Divination Net enveloping Zhou Xuan, it’s normal for him not to land a hit, right?"

"Ma Tianying, don’t forget what Zhou Xuan initially said... He said he would use Jing Country’s sixteen forces to defeat Zhao Jinjia. And what is Zhou Xuan doing now?

Nothing but continuously gathering sword momentum."

These words woke the dreamers, the spectators suddenly realized—Zhou Xuan was in control of every inch of the arena,

despite having a lower Incense Fire Level, the one toying with his opponent was him, not Zhao Jinjia.

"My goodness, the mage with eight Incense sticks treats Zhao Jinjia, who enviously looks towards the ninth realm, like a monkey,

If it were me, I couldn’t endure such humiliation, I’d rather end myself on the spot than face this inhuman disgrace."

The Earth Child sneered.

Meanwhile, the Daoist on the horizon rode a purple cloud and flew beside Wan Cangshan, solemnly saying: "Chief Wan, Zhao Jinjia is about to die for you; this old life of yours was given by Master Zhao."

If not for Zhao Jinjia’s steps quickening by half a step, the one challenging Zhou Xuan would have been Wan Cangshan.

Wan Cangshan looked at the arena, at the fifteen blades already hovering, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Only the final Blade Momentum was left, Zhou Xuan’s sixteen forces were about to coalesce. Thinking of those sixteen blades that dimmed the sun and moon, just half a step away from cutting his head,

His forehead sweated even more profusely.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness,"

said Wan Cangshan.

The Daoist asked again: "Chief Wan, dare you still underestimate Zhou Xuan’s low Incense Fire Level?"

"No... Alas, who could’ve thought Zhou Xuan mastered the Gorge True Scripture and possessed the Star Law of three realms, indeed making up for the incense disparity."

Wan Cangshan initially wanted to answer bluntly "I dare not look down on Zhou Xuan," but as a leader of the Ba people, unwilling to boost others’ spirits, he shifted the topic.

"Zhao Jinjia, the final force, Flowing Wind and Returning Snow Formation."

Zhou Xuan transformed the momentum drawn from the Well Array into clusters of snowflakes.

Falling snowflakes gathered mid-air, forming a cold blade,

Henceforth,

the sixteen forces took shape,

Facing the suspended blade, Zhao Jinjia was horrified, terror escalating, flesh and blood boiling.

"Butcher, I no longer fight."

The dignified Sect Leader of Dun Jia Sect opted for surrender under the pressure of the sixteen forces,

Yet no one laughed at him,

Those watching thought—if Zhao Jinjia were replaced with them, the situation would be equally dire.

"The Zhou Family’s Great Nuo truly is a demon."

This was the consensus among the people,

And the Butcher coldly said: "The match isn’t over, you cannot concede."

"Isn’t this clear enough? I can’t fight Zhou Xuan."

Buried deep in Zhao Jinjia’s bones was the blood of "craving life and fearing death," now, Zhou Xuan’s blade awakened every drop of his cowardly blood.

Zhou Xuan stood at the center of the "Well Array" and said, "Zhao Jinjia, your Well Array, the momentum contained within it has been completely absorbed by me. It appears strong now but is actually a decaying shell, just like..."

Zhou Xuan stomped the ground, and the Dragon Force surged from the well,

The Dragon Force soared into the air, suddenly exploding, forming "Eight-faced Gale," the wind spread out, covering the "Well Array" with dense lines,

Then suddenly,

The well’s structure couldn’t withstand the pressure and collapsed with a boom.

One of Jing Country’s strongest formations was easily broken by Zhou Xuan,

Zhao Jinjia lost his strongest point of attack, disregarding any embarrassment, and shouted to the Butcher: "I’ve lost, I’ve lost! Didn’t you see? I want to leave the arena."

"Zhou Xuan hasn’t truly made a move; victory isn’t concluded."

"It’s very clear."

Zhao Jinjia saw the Butcher hadn’t agreed to let him leave the arena; he simply leaped into the air, attempting to escape the ring,

But as he left the arena, a whirlwind from the Sword Tomb pulled him back like invisible hands.

"I want out, I don’t fight anymore."

Zhao Jinjia hadn’t forgotten he signed a life-and-death wager with Zhou Xuan; whoever died in the ring truly left no bones behind.

"Master Zhao, no rush to leave."

Zhou Xuan pointed his right hand to the sky, and those sixteen blade forces began to merge,

Ultimately, the sixteen blade forces merged into a gray blade, resembling the color of the Butcher’s pig-slaughtering knife.

"You’ve placed the Divination Net over me; with my Perception, breaking this net was easy, but I don’t plan to break it."

"With this net, every move I make is sensed by you beforehand, now, I intend to withstand this net and cut down your hundred and fifty years of cultivation."

The Black Blade fell into Zhou Xuan’s hand,

He stepped the Dragon Walk and Tiger Step, clouds and winds shifted beneath his feet, melding with the blade into a tidal wave, sweeping towards Zhao Jinjia,

Zhao Jinjia sensed Zhou Xuan’s blade momentum in advance, narrowly avoiding once more,

This time, more disheveled than before, the blade qi grazed his still upright face,

Fortunately, with the Golden Armor protecting him, the blade qi didn’t cut into flesh but left a white mark on his face.

This time, Zhou Xuan wielding the blade attacked not just with one stroke, his onslaught continued wave after wave, layer upon layer.

"Thunderbolt Formation, Falling Flower Formation, Wind and Rain Formation."

Each swift formation was followed by another, persistently assaulting Zhao Jinjia.

Even though Zhao Jinjia had the Divination Net to pre-sense Zhou Xuan’s movements, but—Zhou Xuan’s blade was too fast,

Despite having pre-judged, due to insufficient speed, he couldn’t escape,

After three formations, the raging blade no longer missed, every strike landed on Zhao Jinjia.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Zhao Jinjia had the Golden Armor protecting him, he heroically endured the blade momentum; although unable to cut through the armor, the blunt force from the hits exhausted ninety percent of his lifespan,

Li Changxun became increasingly passionate, asking Yun Ziliang: "Master, the mage should have a way to remove the armor, why doesn’t he?"

Yun Ziliang sternly replied: "Xuanzi insists on going his way, to manifest true momentum—have armor and net, so what? I alone and my blade will cut it,"

Once the momentum is formed, those people up above wouldn’t dare steal the Twin Fish."

Zhou Xuan’s blade had struck fifteen times, and at the fifteenth, he felt it—the blade momentum penetrated Zhao Jinjia’s flesh.

"This Magic Artifact Golden Armor also has its limit, now, it’s reached its limit."

Zhou Xuan raised the blade once more,

The sixteenth force, Flowing Wind and Returning Snow,

The blade momentum like the endless winter snow, dense and inescapable,

Both light and shadow were cleaved,

The protective Golden Armor and Zhao Jinjia’s body were both cut in two.

His corpse, one half at Zhou Xuan’s feet, the other slid to Wan Cangshan’s side.

Wan Cangshan sighed, closing Zhao Jinjia’s eyes that hadn’t shut, saying: "Master Zhao, Extreme Daoist was right, you died for me."

The Butcher’s voice echoed: "First match, Zhou Xuan wins, Zhao Jinjia’s corpse belongs to Zhou Xuan."

"Second match, Wan Cangshan, challenges Zhou Xuan."

"..." Wan Cangshan.

Wan Cangshan waved his hand repeatedly: "I don’t fight, I can’t win."

"You recently stepped onto the arena, you must battle in the second match..."

The young Butcher said.

"..." Wan Cangshan.