Chapter 910: Claiming Further Stakes!

"Regardless, the Yin Yang Jade belongs to the category of resources rogue cultivators and sect disciples cherish, the more the better for everyone."

"This is the one that Lan Ruojun wears on his person. However, he seems to be suicidal, resolute to risk his all in a single battle... Otherwise, he'll never wear the Yin Yang Jade outside."

Shi Wuchen's eyes brimmed with anguish that came from his empathy.

Yun Yang sighed softly, as he had realized as much. He said, "There are truly too many aspects that aren't fair to the rogue cultivators in this realm."

Shi Wuchen replied in angst, "If the case is that it's unfair between disciples of sects that have the Celestial Luck Banner and rogue cultivators, that's still fine. We aren't insensible people. The schools that are outstanding become so because their seniors sacrificed god knows how much. That's how the juniors get to start a little higher than the rest. We aren't jealous. We don't think it's unfair either. We're just envious, and we see them as goals."

"However, the disciples of these sects whose starting line is already way ahead of ours have to pressure us and humiliate us every chance they get. This is what upsets us the most."

"True. Yes, the disciples of these sects have a higher starting point, but this is what they deserve - because their seniors contributed a lot... It makes no sense to grumble and lament about this. Similarly, if we work hard enough, we can give our later generation the same starting point," said Yun Yang slowly.

"We can't bully others, but we should never be harassed by others as well!"

Shi Wuchen's gaze was abruptly ablaze as he uttered heavily, "That's correct!"

As Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang's Yin Yang Jade crumbled, the battle ascended to new heights.

Three of the middle-class Celestial Luck Banner disciples whose wishful thinking had been shattered suffered damage instead of gaining profits. Embarrassment turning into anger, they attacked hysterically, no longer relaxed like they were playing a game earlier. There was no fear from Ren Qingkuang and Lan Ruojun who faced the aggravated attacks; instead, they laughed and attacked without bothering to defend themselves, counterattacking with all they could muster.

"What a joy of a lifetime to be able to annoy you bastards before we die!" Ren Qingkuang let out a hearty laugh despite the litter of bleeding wounds on his body, not at all minding them.

Lan Ruojun guffawed as well.

A scraping sound was accompanied by a flash of green robes, then a flicker of green light as a man landed a blow on Lan Ruojun's back. He spat coldly, "If so, be on your way together then."

Lan Ruojun had the time and ability to avoid this singular assault, but he did not, receiving the palm strike forcefully and twisting his wrist to stab right into the attacker's chest. The stab went through the victim's back, Lan Ruojun cackling, "Die a man shall! I've become the whetstone for so long, how can I not claim more stakes!"

"Excellent words!" Ren Qinkuang howled as he charged through the battle and with a swift stroke of his sword, he severed the head of the man whose chest had been stabbed!

The first one to fall was actually one of the three disciples of the middle-class Celestial Luck Banner!

Lan Ruojun had been dealt a solid blow, naturally suffering a severe injury, while to kill their target, Ren Qingkuang had bolted over despite the other two disciples' attacking storm - he succeeded in attacking, but he was also thoroughly wounded!

Blood ran in rivulets and flesh was hanging off of Ren Qingkuang, but he was roaring with laughter, "I have no care from the Celestial Luck Banner but that's the destiny's doing. If there's a next life, I'll still stand irreconcilable with all of you!"

"The stake is claimed - not sufficient, but it's still comforting!"

Both of them cackled maniacally.

The other two attackers were growling, the flickering of their sword light growing more intense, as they sprinted towards Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang's lethal points.

Watching the deadly blades come for them, Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang were calm and at peace. Faced with the saber and sword that glimmered with blood, they did not avoid them but bellowed in unison, "Merciless heavens, we must extinguish the Celestial Luck Banner in our next life! Hahaha..."

Suddenly, a ray of radiant saber light shone, blocking the blades of death, before a voice rang out in the air, "Why wait for the next life if you already have the intention to do so now? You two aren't the only Demiurge-Flawed Ten!"

'Clang, clang!'

Shi Wuchen's life-saving saber strike managed to parry the deadly weapons but he staggered visibly. Darkness washed over his face while a sliver of blood spilled over the corner of his mouth but he stood rooted before Lan and Ren, not taking a single step back.

"Shi Wuchen?"

The assaulting pair retreated accordingly as they hollered, "Shi Wuchen, you can't even take care of yourself; how dare you interfere with Emerald Cloud School's important matters! You must know, the price has to be paid for insisting on standing up for them!"

Shi Wuchen chortled.

"Emerald Cloud School? That is nothing but a fart in your father's eyes!"

Lan Ruojun cackled through his spasm of coughs, "That's right! Shi Wuchen, what you said is exactly as I thought."

A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the two men from Emerald Cloud School as they spoke slowly, "It's destined that three out of the Demiurge-Flawed Ten will be eliminated today! Since you're so full of brotherhood, Shi Wuchen, it'd be a regret if I don't fulfill your wish!"

Before his words could echo, there was suddenly a flash of saber light that blinked behind his head. The cutting saber light was unusually swift in its speed. Before the man finished his words, his head had already separated itself from his body with a soft pop.

Beheading the man, the saber light did not seem to slow down in the least as it traveled to another man's shoulders and hacked in brutally!

"If so, then claim further stakes!"

When Shi Wuchen had stepped out to save his peers, Yun Yang had slipped away, transforming into the wind and sneaking behind the two attackers, waiting for his chance to strike.

When both the Emerald Cloud School disciples had their attention fully focused on the uninvited guest, Shi Wuchen, it was only expected that they would not be able to notice someone else behind them, ready to pounce! Furthermore, Yun Yang's divine ability was beyond their area of knowledge. Unprepared for the surprise, the first man died immediately.

In spite of this, these two men were Saint level ace cultivators, after all. After Yun Yang's full-forced strike which beheaded the unfortunate man, the momentum of his move was already weakening as it stabbed into the other man's shoulder.

A few inches deep into his flesh and Yun Yang could already feel the strong resistance coming from his victim's bones. No matter how much he forced his saber to travel down, he could only chop his target's shoulder, unable to further slice him into two halves.

The man who lost his arm howled, fiercely countering with a blow of his own on Yun Yang. It was too bad that the counterattack only landed upon the air, striking a soft breeze and lazy clouds.

Shi Wuchen wielded his saber and sprinted forward, "Kill him!"

"Let's do it!" Lan Ruojun cried, pushing out the last bit of his energy.

Ren Qingkuang whose eyes were glowing yelled as well, "Kill them all!"

The three men in front and the one at the back attacked with all their might, besieging the disciple.

The saber light and sword shadow formed almost a flawless net of energy as a flash of blood splattered onto the ground.