Mythical Cultivation

However, in sharp contrast to Wu Ming, Liu Qingquan's face was extremely pale and bloodless, making it impossible to tell his true emotions at the moment.

However, Wu Ming, who had been paying close attention to Liu Qingquan, could clearly see the anger hidden in his eyes.

Wu Ming sneered in his heart, but he did not get angry. After all, he was in public.

What's more, in this competition, he is the ultimate winner.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sneer of disdain. "Looking at his expression, it's clear that he hasn't faced reality after this disastrous defeat, nor has he let go of the hatred in his heart. Keeping such a stubborn person will only bring trouble to the future. He must not be allowed to stay!"

He pondered secretly in his heart, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, fixed on the figure who was walking down from the ring.

Wu Ming knew very well that if he wanted to get rid of this person, he had to wait for a perfect opportunity.

And this opportunity is when he leaves the sect. At that time, without the sect's attention, it is a good opportunity to attack.

Wu Ming was silently thinking in his mind how to get rid of his enemy Liu Qingquan without being noticed.

At this moment, thunderous cheers came from the audience.

Wu Ming and Liu Qingquan walked down the ring together, their figures standing out in the crowd.

Wu Ming smiled and waved to his fellow disciples around him, showing the demeanor of a winner.

However, deep down in his heart, he did not feel any real joy from this victory.

On the contrary, his thoughts surged like a tide, constantly recalling every detail of what had just happened in the ring.

"I never thought that Liu Qingquan would end up like this!"

Wu Ming sighed inwardly, "He's always had a grudge against me, but unfortunately, due to the sect's rules, he couldn't take action against me, an outer disciple. Now that I've become an inner disciple, he finally can't hold back anymore and has taken action himself."

As Wu Ming walked down from the ring, he was thinking about the changes in his mentality.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be becoming more and more vindictive.

In the past, he would never trample on his enemies so ruthlessly in public, or even taunt them with harsh words.

"Could it be that my state of mind has changed after building my foundation?"

Wu Ming couldn't help but ask himself.

"Does everyone's mentality change after building their foundation, or does the more they practice, the more their mentality changes?"

His pace gradually slowed down, as if he was being dragged down by an invisible force.

However, Wu Ming's doubts grew deeper and deeper. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What on earth is going on? I've only just established my foundation, so how could I have easily defeated Liu Qingquan, who has been building his foundation for decades?"

This question lingered in his mind like a fog, leaving him puzzled.

Wu Ming stopped and completely ignored the deafening cheers around him.

He was lost in thought, trying to make sense of it all. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind—"Illusion!"

That’s right, it must be an illusion! Wu Ming’s mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

He realized that all this was just an illusory dream, an illusion created by practicing the Nine Yang Heavenly Scripture.

As he whispered softly, the scene around him began to change.

The cheers of the crowd gradually faded away, and Liu Qingquan, who was staring at him with vicious eyes, disappeared like smoke.

Finally, even his own body gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared into the air.

......

“Huh… I finally made it through!”

With a long sigh, a figure staggered into view.

The figure was in a dishevel, covered in blood, as if he had just experienced a brutal fight.

He held a long sword in his hand to support his bent body. The sword was stained with blood, which was particularly dazzling in the dim underground palace.

His body was trembling slightly, and every breath seemed to take up all his strength.

His tone was filled with fear, as if he had just escaped from the brink of death, but within this fear, there seemed to be a hint of indescribable joy.

The originally hard ground beneath his feet had been dyed a gloomy blood red.

The blood and water gathered together, forming a series of trickles that flowed slowly. The sound of the flowing blood echoed in the silent underground palace, appearing particularly clear and horrifying.

All around him, corpses were lying in a mess.

Some of these corpses had their heads chopped off, with blood gushing out from their broken necks; others had their bodies torn into pieces, with their internal organs and broken bones scattered all over the ground; and still others were left with only a pile of white bones, their empty eye sockets seeming to tell of the horror of death.

However, in this scene of blood and death, there was only one person standing in the end, and that was the winner of this fierce battle - Wu Ming.

Wu Ming, the man in blood-stained clothes, looked exhausted, as if he was shrouded in an invisible pressure. He raised his head with difficulty, and his pale face made people feel pity.

However, the moment he looked up, his originally furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, replaced by a sharp gaze.

He closed his eyes and spread his spiritual awareness like a clear spring.

This spiritual consciousness was like a radar, quickly covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius, presenting everything in this area in his mind in every detail.

In his mind, a clear picture gradually unfolded.

In the picture, apart from his own faint breath of life, there were no other living creatures within a radius of dozens of feet.

This discovery finally made Wu Ming feel relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The left hand that had been hidden in the sleeve also quietly loosened at this moment, and the Sky Thunder Ball that was originally tightly held also slipped away.

This Heavenly Thunder Seed was his last life-saving trump card. Now that the crisis was over, it naturally lost its use.

However, just when Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt his feet go weak, and his body seemed to have lost support, and he collapsed involuntarily on the blood-soaked ground.

The blood all over the ground gave off a disgusting smell, but Wu Ming no longer cared about that at the moment. For him, the most important thing was to survive.

As for being afraid? That's absolutely impossible.

These people were no match for him when they were alive, let alone now that they are dead?

Wu Ming felt no fear at all. He quickly got up from the ground with difficulty and sat cross-legged.

He first carefully put away the Tianleizi in his hand. After all, this was his last resort against the enemy, and he absolutely could not be careless.