Chapter 91: The Atmosphere Suppresses Everything!

  On the edge of the third illusory arena, there are two circular complex formations in the middle.

  Mo Bei and a disciple with a bun on his head sat cross-legged, both with their eyes closed, entering a meditative state. From the light screen above, several beams of light stretched out, wrapping around them tightly, piercing in and out of their seven orifices and six apertures, while the two people's faces remained calm and composed, seemingly unaffected.

  In the Illusory Realm Arena.

  A figure in a monk's robe, Mo Bei stood with his sword, while opposite him was the illusion of that tonsured disciple.

  Mo Bei in the illusion did not rush to take action, he continued to clench and release his hands, move his limbs, feel the power on his body, and secretly surprised in his heart.

  Mo Bei's eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at his own illusory body, muttering to himself:

  "That Taizu's formation is indeed ingenious. With just a thought, I can manifest my form and strength in this illusory realm, completely identical to my physical body. It feels so real that I can even feel the pain, and all five senses are crystal clear. How strange! How strange!"

  "It's as if it's completely and utterly another self."

  To his utter amazement.

  The disciple who was opposite him had his eyes wide open, his face pale with fear, sweat dripping from his forehead like rain, and his heart racing wildly.

  "Right, the person opposite us is actually Blood Demon!"

  That disciple's face turned white, staring at Mo Bei in horror, thinking to himself:

  It is said that the Blood Demon slaughtered millions of people, and its hands were stained with fresh blood, no one knows how much!

  It's all over! This time I'm done for sure!

  "I also heard that the Blood Demon killed Silver Shell Mountain Ape and many other demons on the Island of Demons. Good heavens! What should I do!"

  "I've only mastered one sword intent, he won't kill me with it, will he?!"

  The scenery is so realistic that it feels like you're actually there, and you can sense everything around you.

  Even though he had heard a brief introduction to Shui Yue's story before, but facing the entire new outer sect disciples, this legendary Blood Demon, how could his heart not be terrified.

  His mind was filled with the bloody deeds of the Blood Demon, his heart grew colder and paler, his face as white as paper, where was there any will to fight left?

  At this moment, the disciples who were watching the fight couldn't help but tremble with fear, even their hands holding swords shook uncontrollably.

  At this moment, Mo Bei had adapted to his physical body in this illusion, raised his head, with a slight squint at the corners of his eyes and a rising curve at the corners of his mouth. His sharp gaze was fixed on that plate of rice, and a surge of fighting spirit arose in his heart. Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, the sound was so great that it shook the air:

  "Come on!"

  But immediately afterwards, Mo Bei's face stiffened.

  "Ah!"

  Only to see that the usually timid and fearful Pan Fa disciple, who had already been traumatized by Mo Bei's various actions, was on the verge of mental collapse. Upon hearing Mo Bei's sudden loud shout, he was startled and stumbled, his face instantly turning pale. His legs went weak and his wrists trembled.

  He fell to the ground with a thud, the green sword slipping from his grasp and landing with a clang.

  That group of disciples didn't even fight back, and instead kept shouting and wailing: "Save me! Don't kill me! I surrender!"

  Seeing this scene, Mo Bei couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, subconsciously touching his own face, and secretly thought: "Am I a bit too cruel?"

  The light screen rippled with waves of fluctuation, gradually revealing several large characters that flickered - 520, promotion!

  He inexplicably won a game.

  Mo Bei didn't know that his deeds on the Demon Island had already spread to every ear of the new Outer Sect disciples, both those who cared and those who didn't. His reputation had risen to a level no lower than that of the Four Great Geniuses, and with his title as the Blood Demon, he was number one in terms of ferocity and cruelty!

  Who else would dare to feel uneasy under his command?

  Taking advantage of the first game's time, Mo Bei went through the motions and got familiar with the environment in the Illusory Arena, easily winning the first victory.

  His mind stirred and he broke free from his meditation.

  At the moment his consciousness disappeared, Mo Bei in the illusory arena instantly dissipated and was never seen again.

  At this time, several voices came from far away.

  "Mo Bei Ge, I won the first game!"

  "Old, old big, how's your comparison!"

  Mo Bei looked up and saw Ye Qinghong, Long Haitian, and Fang Luoyou, all with big smiles on their faces, walking towards him.

  Mo Bei smiled and nodded towards them, saying: "I won."

  "Hmph, our boss's strength doesn't need to be said!" Long Hao Tian snorted twice, then looked up with a proud expression: "Doesn't even look at who the boss is."

  "Hmph, that's the thickest skin you have." Ye Qinghong scrunched up her nose at him, rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue and made a face.

  "I'm telling the truth! Don't you dare look down on me!" Long Hao Tian retorted, revealing a arrogant expression: "Hmph, that outer sect disciple number one hundred and seventy-four, when they see me, they're so scared they pee their pants!"

  "The old man hadn't even drawn his sword when that young whippersnapper threw down his sword and surrendered!"

  Ye Qinghong continued to strike, saying: "Those are just ordinary disciples who have only grasped two or three sword intents. You go on demon-hunting expeditions every day, and I can sense the killing intent on you. They naturally lost without a fight, and you still have the nerve to say that."

  The two of them didn't live together, bickering with each other. Mo Bei could only bitterly smile and subconsciously glance over at Fang Luoyu.

  But Fang Luoyou's eyes flickered, his spirit seemed to be wandering, as if he was thinking about something, and he remained silent.

  "What's wrong, Luo You?" Mo Bei couldn't help but ask curiously.

  Fang Luo Yu suddenly woke up and looked at Mo Bei with a shake of his head, smiling: "Nothing, just thinking about the match just now."

  "What's wrong, have you encountered a strong enemy?" Long Hao Tian poked his head out and stared straight at Fang Luo You, suddenly shouting: "You shouldn't be admitting defeat, should you?!"

  "How is that possible? Long Hao Tian, don't spout nonsense. Fang Shixiong is the leader of the Four Great Geniuses, do you think he's on the same level as you?" Ye Qinghong immediately seized the opportunity and launched another attack.

  Fang Luo You shook his head and said, "Lost, it's not that serious. However... I just met a disciple of our Fang family."

  "Fang family disciple?" Mo Bei raised an eyebrow.

  "That's right." Fang Luoyou took two steps, his eyes flashing: "He was my sparring partner in the Fang family trials before, often practicing sword with me. We're quite familiar with each other."

  "Earlier," Fang Luo You suddenly smiled and said: "He may not be a match for me, his innate talent is not as strong as mine, but he can still exchange dozens of moves with me. But today on the stage, haha..."

  "I haven't even drawn my sword, just as the intention of drawing it has emerged, he's already lost."

  "Look at that!"

  Fang Luo said up to this point, suddenly turned his head and looked at Mo Bei, with a fierce light in his eyes: "My choice is not wrong, from the sharpening, plum blossoms are fragrant from bitter cold!"

  "Mo Bei, you're right. The flowers in the greenhouse, no matter how lush and vibrant they grow, can't withstand the wind and rain. Only by withstanding trials and tribulations can one truly grow! This time our competition is over, we must work even harder to cultivate ourselves!"

  ……

  The second match started soon.

  On the fifth Phantom Arena, Mo Bei stood with his hands behind his back, still not in a hurry to draw his sword. His gaze fell calmly on the bald disciple one zhang away from him.

  That bald disciple held a sword in one hand, bent his body, and his right sleeve shook back and forth, constantly wiping the sweat from his shiny forehead with it, swallowing hard as if facing a great enemy.

  "No, no. Even if we lose, we must lose with dignity." The bald disciple's mind was racing: "We must hold on, we absolutely cannot be like that person just now and admit defeat without a fight."

  At this thought, the bald disciple's eyes revealed a hint of determination, and he mustered up his courage, staring fixedly at Mo Bei.

  Mo Bei looked at his appearance and couldn't help but feel amused, thinking to herself:

  Only after being tempered in the midst of life and death can one transform. These ordinary disciples, for the sake of safety, spend their days doing ordinary tasks, without even seeing blood; how can they grow?

  A disciple who has never experienced trials will increasingly differ from one who licks the blade every day.

  In his thoughts, Mo Bei casually took a step forward.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  His small movement startled the bald disciple, who jumped back three or four steps in a flurry, almost dropping his long sword.

  Before he could make another move, Mo Bei's sleeve robe swept out, and a low hum escaped his lips. His eyes narrowed suddenly, flashing with icy light.

  In an instant.

  A surge of malevolent aura suddenly erupted from his body! It spread out and opened up, like a shocking tidal wave, pressing down on him to kill.

  That ferocious and violent killing intent instantly crushed that bald disciple, tearing his mental defenses to shreds!

  The bald disciple's face suddenly changed drastically, his complexion ashen.

  What unfolded before his eyes was a scene that resembled a massacre with corpses scattered all over the ground, blood flowing like rivers, and an atmosphere that seemed to be straight out of hell.

  He bent his knees as if he had lost all strength, and sat paralyzed on the ground with wide eyes, a thick layer of fear flowing in his gaze.

  That motionless Blood Devil, at this moment in his eyes, seemed like an unshakeable, the most ferocious killing god in the entire world. With just a casual movement, he could crush himself into powder!

  "Round 2, No. 520, Mo Bei, wins!"

  A loud voice echoed throughout the entire arena of the fantasy realm.