The Slaughter Trial

"Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The grey robes were hidden in the blood-colored light, leaving only bursts of laughter echoing through the graveyard, adding a needless chill to the air.

It sounded like the solitary cry of a cold crow.

Like the bloodthirsty malice of a vengeful ghost.

It left everyone feeling unsettled.

As the laughter rippled out, the words of the grey-robed phantom also echoed in their ears, playing on a loop.

A slaughter had begun, catching everyone off guard.

Even though they had come here prepared, knowing a fight was inevitable and that a storm of blood and gore was unavoidable.

However.

No one expected it to be so direct.

Pure slaughter, killing for the sake of killing.

"How could this happen?"

"This isn't a trial; it's a myriad beings slaughterhouse."

"The Twilight Emperor..."

"It's over. We really can't go back. This isn't an Emperor's Tomb; it's my own grave."

Horror,

Panic,

Dread,

Confusion,

Daze,

Stupefaction,

Excitement and fear...

Countless emotions were tangled in the eyes of the various beings.

Some were very panicked, like those who had planned to fish in troubled waters and pinned their hopes on luck.

Some smiled, especially those who were young or had low cultivation.

Particularly the rogue cultivators. If they had to compete in cultivation, techniques, spirit artifacts, or wealth, they were naturally no match for the geniuses of the great families and major sects. But now, they had the power to fight...

Some felt their lives were in danger.

Some felt the rules were just right.

The monster race was the most arrogant, laughing the most wantonly.

In a contest of physical bodies.

The monster race had never lost.

The physical strength of the descendants of demon immortals was far beyond what other beings could compare to.

When all was said and done, it was the humans who had unexpectedly fallen into a disadvantage.

They couldn't even compare to the demon race that had been hiding in the Demon Abyss.

"These rules are practically tailor-made for our monster race."

"In terms of bloodline power, our heavenly demon bloodline isn't lacking either."

"What is there to fear? The demons, monsters, and spirits are tough, but we humans have numbers. The advantage is still in our hands."

"That makes sense."

"In a moment, if I don't go out, does that mean I won't have to die..."

After the rules were announced, during the remaining time it took for an incense stick to burn, the wariness between the various races and sects grew even more severe.

The gaze they directed at anyone was filled with killing intent.

From this moment on.

In each other's eyes, no one was a person anymore, but a walking point value.

Regardless of whether there were past grudges or old scores.

Regardless of race or even sect, everyone was a competitor.

If you want to live.

Kill them.

If you want to win.

Kill them.

In short, just kill them. Kill them all, kill them clean, kill them to the last, and carve out a path of blood until you obtain the inheritance of the Twilight Emperor.

Leave this burial ground and rise to greatness.

The beings began to slowly adapt, and the noise gradually weakened, like the final silence before a storm.

Shouting was useless.

Talking tough was useless.

Only through action would the truth be revealed.

Some began to form factions and seek allies, while some, fearing they would die on an empty stomach, took the opportunity to feast.

The cowardly ones gulped down strong liquor.

There were also those who feared their storage bags wouldn't work soon, so they dumped out all their weapons and armor, sharpening blades and wiping swords...

If killing didn't lack point value right now, they might have been tempted to stab someone immediately to get first blood.

Even...

Xu Xian saw a sneaky fellow pull out an iron pot from somewhere and tie it to his back.

He looked like an old turtle.

However.

This actually inspired Xu Xian. He felt that being a bit more secure wouldn't hurt, so he took the soft armor and hard armor prepared by the sect, along with some good armor he had picked up in the past, and layered them all on his body.

In an instant, he looked a size larger.

Even though.

The little book spirit kept emphasizing that with the acquired sword body's support, this physical body would be fine even if he just stood there and let these people hack at him.

But Xu Xian still felt it was better than nothing.

Being cautious.

Was never a mistake.

He didn't just wear it himself; he made the people from the Wendao Sect wear it too.

"Why are you all looking at me? Put yours on too! Put on everything you have. It can save your life."

A group of Wendao Sect disciples looked at each other and began to move.

"Put it on,"

"I'll listen to the Little Grand-Uncle."

"Everyone wear it, everyone wear it."

Even though this was somewhat ungraceful, since the Little Grand-Uncle had spoken, what else was there to say?

Intelligent beings are extremely easy to influence by their environment. Seeing others putting on armor, they followed suit.

Those who originally planned to wear one piece saw the Wendao Sect wearing several and followed their example.

They wished they could wear even more than the Wendao Sect, secretly competing with them.

Those who didn't have any were miserable and gnashed their teeth, thinking that the first thing they would do after killing someone was strip them of their clothes.

Even the descendants of demon immortals, who had previously been extremely disdainful of this, secretly took out the life-saving armor their ancestors had prepared and put it on.

Being a bit steadier.

Was quite good.

As Xu Xian watched everyone put on armor, he drank strong liquor and didn't forget to remind them:

"When this boundary wall opens, follow me and charge."

"Do you see this flag?"

"Wherever the flag drifts, you charge that way for me. Charge with everything you've got and don't worry about anything else."

"We will meet up with the others first before making further plans."

"A single chopstick is easily broken, but a bundle of chopsticks is not so easy to break. Do you know why?"

"Unity."

"Unity is strength."

"We must be united, understand?"

The disciples nodded vigorously.

They felt that what the Little Grand-Uncle said made a lot of sense.

The Little Grand-Uncle was truly the Little Grand-Uncle; listening to him was never wrong.

As Xu Xian gave instructions, he didn't forget to cheer them up and ease their tension. "Everyone doesn't need to worry too much. The fact that cultivation is sealed is actually a good thing for our Wendao Sect. We all practice top-tier body refining manuals. In terms of talent, we are among the best in Fanzhou."

"They can't beat us."

"Besides, you still have me. I can definitely handle it."

The crowd echoed him sparsely.

"We aren't afraid."

"Yes, the Little Grand-Uncle is invincible."

"My fists aren't exactly blunt either."

Xu Xian was very gratified. "In short, survival is the priority. Is that clear?"

Everyone shouted that it was clear.

Of course, someone asked, "Little Grand-Uncle, are we not going to kill anyone? Are we not snatching points?"

Xu Xian glared at the speaker and lectured, "Kill what? There are so many people, can you kill them all?"

"I said survival is the priority."

"There's only one inheritance slot. Can you compete with the others?"

The words were harsh, but they were the truth.

Most of the Wendao Sect disciples agreed.

Moreover, due to the influence of their upbringing, the moral standards of the Wendao Sect disciples, except for Xu Xian, were quite high.

They truly couldn't accept killing innocent people for their own selfish gain.

Killing monsters or demons was fine. At least they weren't the same race and were mortal enemies. Killing them was just part of the job.

But killing humans.

That was a hurdle in their hearts that was hard to cross.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case that only half of the three thousand disciples had come.

If they had known earlier.

That this Emperor's Tomb was a slaughter competition, more than half of them probably wouldn't have come.

Someone said with a hint of regret, "What a pity. We won't get anything. We came for nothing. Going back empty-handed feels bad."

Many people showed the same look of regret.

Their eyes were downcast.

Indeed!

They had already come all this way!